All that effort to put it on, and it was off of me in a second as he cupped my breasts and licked circles around my nipples before taking one into his mouth, pinching it between his teeth. His other hand reached over to pinch the other one, twisting it as I held back the moan trying to escape my lips. Reaching up, I grab his hair again, my legs wrapping around him. As he moved from my nipple to my mouth, our tongues continue to roll in wet, uncoordinated, languid kisses.

His hand worked its way between my thighs, rubbing my pussy as I moaned into his mouth.

“Oh…” I gasped, our lips not even an inch apart. He didn’t wait and slid two fingers in me.

He smirked, his eyes shining with lust only for me.

“Noah,” I whimpered, rocking against his hand. I wanted more than his hands.

“Yes, Ms. London?” he mocked me. Damn him. “God, your pussy is already so wet for me, baby.”

 I had planned on being seductive, making him beg for me, but it was all shot to hell. I couldn’t fucking think straight.

“I need you,” I whispered.

“Beg me.”

“Goddamn it, Noah!”

Snickering, he pulled his fingers from me and brought his hand to my lips and without hesitation, I tasted myself on his fingertips. His eyes glazed over. Spreading my thighs, he rubbed the tip of his cock on my clit slowly before thrusting into me so hard I rose off the bed.

“Yes!” I cried out. He didn’t stop, pounding over and over again at the same wonderfully torturous pace.

“Oh,” I moaned. He kissed me, biting my bottom lip before repeating his agonizing routine. Grabbing my hips, he tilted me forward to bring me closer—if fucking possible—to him. All I could hear was our moans mixed in with the sound of our bodies slapping together. I lifted my leg up onto his shoulder as I gripped the bed, my toes curling with each fuck, the sweat rolling off his skin and onto mine.

No matter how many times we fucked like this, I would never forget how sexy he made me feel, how hot my skin became when I was with him, and most importantly, how no matter what, I always wanted more of him.

Rough.

Passionate.

Sinful.

I craved it all.

I craved Noah Sloan to the point of addiction.

Bringing my leg down, I pushed against his chest, locking my legs just above his ass until we flipped over, allowing me to ride on top of him. He grabbed my breasts as they bounced, and he sat up to bite them.

 I can’t … I … “Noah!” I cried as came. Pleasure, only pleasure, vibrated through my body so hard that I slumped over onto his chest.

“No you don’t,” he hissed, flipping me over onto my stomach. He pulled out for only a second before grabbing my hips and ramming himself into my ass.

“Fuck!” Holding on to the sheets below me, I took it, each beautiful, long thrust, the bed frame slamming into the wall.

“Yes….Ohhh…”

His hand on my neck, his body over mine, he whispered in short, shallow breaths, “You’re mine.”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Say it.”

“I’m … I’m … fuck, Noah!”

“Say it.”

“I’m fucking yours!” I cried out.

He pace quickened as he grabbed my hips. “Come with me baby.”

He didn’t have to ask twice.

“Noah!”

“Shit … Amelia!” he grunted as he came.

Our bodies slowed until he and I both collapsed onto the bed, trying to catch our breath.

“You’re … I have no words,” he said when he pulled out of me and rolled over on his side. Smiling, I cuddled up beside him, his arm wrapping around me.

“Right back at you.”

He glanced down at me and kissed my forehead.

As he rested his head back against the pillows, I waited. After the sex we just had, it wouldn’t take long for him to fall asleep. I was spent, too. However, the only way I was going to get away with from him for a few moments tonight was with him knocked out.

“Umm,” he sighed, his grip on me loosening up.

Sitting up, I ran my hand over his face and sat there watching him as he feel deeper asleep. I felt bad not telling him the whole truth. But he did the same thing to me time and time again, all because he wanted to keep me safe.

When he was snoring softly, I got out of bed, pulling the sheet over him as I headed to the bathroom.

In the mirror, I could see light bruises, marks from his hands, that I was sure would look worse in the morning. However, I took them with pride.

I took a quick shower just to rinse off. I grabbed a pair of shorts and a tank top along with a robe. Peeking my head out the door, I saw that he had shifted onto his side, but was still sleeping. Closing the door behind me, I left our room, making sure to grab the suite key as I did, before exiting down the hall and stopping in front of another door.

It was only 1 a.m., and knowing him, he would most likely still be awake for at least another hour.

I knocked loudly once, and sure enough, the door opened. Austin stared at me wide-eyed and confused. For the first time since I had met him, I saw him dressed casually, with a toothbrush in his mouth.

“Amelia?”

“I need your help, and Noah can’t know about it until afterward.”

He paused for a second before opening the door for me to come in.

Chapter Seven

Amelia

“You want to do what?” he snapped like I was insane. But then again, I bet insane people rarely asked favors like this.

“I want you to help me steal my mother’s body from Bo. Where did I lose you?” I answered, taking a seat on his couch. His room was only slightly smaller than ours and positioned the opposite way.

He opened his mouth to speak. Then stopped, then opened it again and asked, “I … there … What the hell, Amelia?”

“Bo came to me¸” I confessed, brushing my hair back behind my ear. “Esther received the W.E.W.A. award last night, and I accepted in her stead.”

“I just found out. It was the right move going. But how the hell did you meet Bo there?” he asked, frowning as he took a seat across from me.

“Not there. In the parking lot. He was hiding in the back of the Escalade we were driving. He had a gun, Austin, and threatened me.”

“He what?” he snapped, rising to his feet, already reaching for his phone.

“Austin, no. Listen to me.”

“I’m gonna kill him,” he said, ignoring me as he dialed.

Getting up, I reached over for the phone, ending the call before it was even made. “Listen to me! I know you don’t think I’m up to this … whatever this is … but I am. And I came to you because I have a plan, and I need your help to see it through, not because I need you to protect me! So can you listen to me or not!”

“Go on,” he nodded, somewhat stunned as I sat back down.

“Like I was saying, Bo threatened me, but in all honesty, I didn’t care. It’s what he wanted that bothered me—”

“He wants Noah to help get Frank out of the country.”

I glared at him, crossing my arms.

“Sorry.” He raised his hands in defense, leaning back.

“Anyway, yes, he wants Noah to help his father escape, and if he doesn’t, then Bo will expose everything, making sure I get pinned for most of it.” As I should, honestly. “But if Noah does that, he’s fucked when it comes to the Callahans. If they could so easily figure out where our shoot was and change the venue so Noah could have a one-on-one chat, they wouldn’t just forgive him for letting Frank go. And truthfully … I … I want Frank dead. No,” I paused, not because it was hard, but because I couldn’t believe how badly I wanted it. “I need him gone, Austin. I need Noah to be free of him—of everything that’s holding him back. And the closer I get to him, the more I realize it’s family. It sucks. I wish it wasn’t true. But it is. Frank and Bo are anchors. The only thing stopping that is Esther, which is why we are going to make it look like she died in a tragic accident.”