“Easy like a roller coaster ride?” he asks.
I don’t know what he means, but I agree with a moan as he enters me. His movements are slow to start, but his hands are wild, grabbing my breast, pinching my nipples before he devours each one as if they’re his favorite flavored lollipop. My fingernails are digging into his back muscles, holding on for dear life while we climb to the top.
To the top of his roller coaster.
Noah flips me over and lifts my body to rest on all fours, taking me from behind. His hands are on my hips, and from this position, I can feel every inch of him hitting every inch of my insides.
I press my face into the pillow beneath me, biting the fabric for relief as his body slams against my backside over and over. One of his hands moves beneath me, adding to the pleasure with small gestures from his fingertips. I feel like I’m the mechanical bull and I’m completely out of control, ready to buck him off my back without warning .
Minutes pass before both of us become limp and fall to the mattress. We’re covered in sweat, both breathing heavily, wanting to do nothing else but stay in this place for as long as possible.
“I made you ruin everything,” I say, my voice crackling through every word.
“No, you didn’t,” he corrects me. “I didn’t get where I am in life by breaking the written rules. I’ve gotten to where I am by bending the rules and walking around them, living on the edge, and teetering, but never falling off the side.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but it’s hot, whatever it is.”
“You don’t have to worry about anything,” he assures me, kissing the back of my neck while tracing his fingers in circles over my spine.
“Then, I won’t worry. I’m not fired, though right?”
“Fired?” he questions with a snicker. “Hell, if I’m breaking all the rules, or bending them, rather, I’m giving you a damn promotion.”
Chapter 22
“This was premeditated, wasn’t it?”I ask, shuffling my toes through the sand as we casually make our way back toward the villas.
“What gave it away?” he says, poking playfully.
“The reserved hotel room,” I chuckle.
“Actually,” he says, “I own that particular hotel room and rent the space out through timeshare. I knew no one was there this week.”
“Sly,” I tell him.
“Totally.”
“I feel like I just ruined your chances of coming out at the end of this study you’re taking part in.”
Noah wraps an arm around my shoulders. “You didn’t ruin anything.”
“Do you hear that?” It sounds like a storm brewing in the distance, but if that’s the case, it’s a fast-moving system.
Noah spins around, looking to see where the wind sounds are coming from. “Huh, it’s a helo. I wonder where they’re landing.”
“A what?” I question.
“Helicopter,” he replies. Noah takes my arm and leads me up the beach toward the street. “I don’t know where this guy is planning to land, but he’s too low to the beach to take the chance.”
We make it up to the street in less than a minute, but we lose sight of the helicopter. “Do they land around here often?”
“Not usually. I haven’t seen one land near here, especially not on the sand. That’s stupid.”
We walk in the front entrance of the development. Being that it’s dark, the villas are all illuminated with the orange glow from the street lights. “Is that a limo?”
The closer we come to the center of the development, I’m able to confirm I’m looking at a limo. “I wonder if that’s for Chad since he said he was leaving?”
“I don’t know,” Noah says, sounding like he’s not paying attention to me, but trying to figure out what is, in fact, going on.
