Hannah Noah towered over me, the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen pressing into my body so hard I could barely breathe. The cool marble of the sink behind me felt like ice against my lower back, my fingers curling instinctively around the edge. But still, I stared up at Noah defiantly, refu
He knew. He knew exactly where to touch, which seemingly innocuous spots made my knees go weak and a needy ache bloom between my thighs. As if to prove it, Noah’s hand drifted lower, his fingertips now grazing across the top of my breasts. “I know all the spots that make you tick,” he murmured a
Hannah I hummed along to the music drifting from the small speaker on the bathroom counter as I stepped into the steaming shower, eagerly anticipating the way the scalding water would soothe my tired muscles. The picnic had been a rousing success, both in terms of entertainment value and my own pe
The book went sailing through the air before my mind could fully process the familiar tone of Noah’s voice. It whipped right past his head, thudding hard against the wall. Noah stepped out of the doorway then, his hands raised in a placating gesture. His gaze traveled between the book lying haphaz
Noah Noah strode into the conference room, his brow furrowed in thought as he took his seat at the head of the long table. It was early, far too early for most, but his team had grown accustomed to his propensity for pre-dawn meetings over the years. One by one, the others began to file in—Simon
Hannah I stood in the bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror as Viona fussed with my hair. My fingers fidgeted nervously with the satin fabric of the simple silver gown that Noah had sent over earlier. The straps were encrusted with delicate pearls, and it had a sweetheart neckline tha
And then, there he was. Standing in the middle of the foyer in an impeccably tailored tuxedo, hands clasped behind his back, Noah looked... Well, he looked amazing. His broad shoulders seemed to strain ever so slightly against the fabric of his jacket, his waist narrowly nipped in on either side.
Hannah The town car pulled up to the curb outside an upscale restaurant downtown, its sleek lines and modern architecture gleaming under the soft glow of the streetlamps. The Eclipse. I found myself eyeing the place with a mixture of apprehension and begrudging curiosity; Noah hadn’t taken me here