Chapter 2

“Jesus, that is a thing of beauty.” A naked Noah kneeled behind me on the bed and massaged my glutes. “Wow.”

“Hey, I do spin classes three times a week, and run most other days.” I pushed back into his hands and urged him to do more.

Noah leaned over me and kissed up my spine, his hands caressing my sides as he made his way to my neck and latched on.

“Mm, more,” I urged as I pushed back against him.

He felt so big around me, the sheer strength of his body making me want everything. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against the crease of my ass. Noah moved back and spread my cheeks. The first touch of his tongue to my hole made me grunt.

“Fuck yeah,” I whispered, my head on a pillow and eyes tightly closed.

He went to town, plunging in and out to prepare me for entry. I didn’t need much.

“Rubbers and lube in the drawer,” I said, gesturing with one hand toward the nightstand.

“Got it.”

Noah moved away to grab what he needed. I heard something rip and assumed he was sheathing his dick. A snick announced he had opened the tube of lube, and then I felt his fingers plunge into my ass, two at a time.

“Shit, man,” I cried out as he rubbed my joy spot.

“Like that, do you?” Noah commented as he prepared me almost to the point of orgasm.

“Stop,” I begged, clamping down on his fingers.

“Sorry, you looked too good like this, all strung out and begging for it, like a slut.” He pulled out and rubbed my lower back until I calmed down enough to continue.

“Okay, I’m ready,” I said.

I felt the wet tip of Noah’s cock at my hole—he’d lubed the condom, it seemed—and then he pushed in until he bottomed out and stopped.

“God,” he groaned. “You’re so fuckin’ tight. Just like they said you’d be.” He pulled out and then pushed back in, hitting my sensitive spot.

“What did you…uh!” I lost all train of thought as he fucked me with all the power he could muster.

Minutes later, we were both lost on waves of sensation as we came, me all over the sheets and Noah in the condom. I collapsed on the bed and Noah on top of me. He was very heavy.

“Dude, you’re squashing me,” I mumbled.

He rolled away quickly. “It’s your fault. You wore me out good.”

“Happy to hear it,” I replied, still trying to catch my breath.

“I’m not staying the night,” he added.

“I don’t expect you to,” I replied, though inside, I thought it would be nice to actually have that with someone, just once. I had no idea what that felt like. I wanted to, someday.

Fifteen minutes later, Noah was gone.

* * * *

“Nice weekend?” Brigitte, my assistant, asked while locating some documents I needed in our ancient filing cabinet on Monday morning. The damn thing had rust on it. I should really order a new one.

“Sure. It was fun. Went clubbing, cleaned the house. I had a really good session at the spin class this morning, too. How about you?” I nodded my thanks as I took the folders she handed to me.

“It was great.” She paused, then did a little hop. “Rhonda proposed to me, and I said yes.” She flashed a huge ring under my nose.

I gasped. “Oh, my goodness! Congratulations!” I hugged her and kissed a cheek. “That rock looks like it cost more than my monthly salary.” I took her hand and admired the gem from all angles.

“Maybe so. It was so unexpected. I mean, we’ve lived together for years, and I’d assumed that was fine with her. This just makes things more awesome.”

“Well, I’m happy for you. I will be invited to the wedding, yes?”

“Of course! It’ll be in a few months. I’ll keep you posted.” She grabbed her tablet. “Now back to work. You have a meeting with the CFO at ten, then two new-employee orientation sessions at two and three this afternoon.”

I rolled my eyes as I thought of my ten o’clock appointment. “That man has no sense of humor whatsoever.”

“You’re just whining because he refuses to fall for your charms.”

“Not true,” I retorted. “Just because he’s gay, and we don’t have a non-fraternization policy, and he refuses to even give me the time of day outside of the necessary doesn’t mean…”

Brigitte laughed at me.

“Fine, okay, yes, that’s part of it,” I allowed. “I get that I might not be his type, but he could smile at me once in a while, couldn’t he?”

“He doesn’t smile at anyone,” she replied.