“Oh, we have to leave the property,” he says, ignoring the rest of what I mentioned. “Plus, I don’t need toys to do what I want to do to you, Ashley.”
Chapter 23
Two months later
It’s beenninety-days since Noah signed the addendum to the contract. It has been ninety days of pure torture. When Noah first signed the papers, I wondered why they would have given him the opportunity after he had broken the original contract, despite finding a loophole.
I have since figured out why they allowed him to continue.
To torture us both.
In three months, it’s easy to fall for a good man. It’s hard to watch a good man walk around like celibacy is an easy task, though. I’m going nuts. I can’t figure out if he’s just good at hiding his feelings, or if he’s able to flip his desires on and off like a light switch.
“Hey baby,” Noah approaches me as I’m logging out of the register in the front of the kitchen.
I smile and glance up at him. “Three months left,” I respond.
“We’re going to make it,” he says with confidence. His hand rests on my hip, and his fingers sweep against the bare skin beneath the hem of my shirt. His touch is hot and electrifying.
The sensation causes my sheer bra to expose way more than I want to be exposed at this moment. “You’re going to be the death of me,” I tell him.
“Perk up, Ash. You’re a strong woman.”
“Perk up?”
“Well, I guess you’re already perked up,” he says, his gaze falling to my breasts, making it known he’s noticed the show I can’t control.
“Oh, Noah?” I ask, preparing for retaliation.
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“Do you have a pen I can borrow?” I reach into his jacket pocket, lowering my hand as far as I can and rub fingers against his inner thigh. “Found a pen, oh, and a penny, and—never mind.”
Noah tosses his head back. “Ashley,” he groans.
“Might want to cover that up,” I tell him, gazing down at the performance he’s giving.
“Is this how it’s going to be for the last three months?”
I press up on my toes, bringing my lips close to his ears. “I can be professional, but it’s going to be hard. I’ve done my best to get a grip on this long drawn out situation, but every time I think I have a handle on it, I lose control, and my throat goes dry. I probably just need something to suck on, right?” I press my hand against Noah’s chest, feeling his heart beat fast. “Yup. You’re not as in control as I thought.” I tap my hand against his chest and leave him standing erect in the kitchen. “Dinner at your place tonight?”
“No, you can’t come over,” he says, shaking his head with concern.
“Why not? I was just going to suggest renting a movie or something. Maybe porn?”
“Stop it,” he groans, glancing around to see if anyone else is in earshot. I know the kitchen is empty at the moment since the restaurant closed a half hour ago.
“Fine. How about a walk on the beach?” I suggest.
“Not if you’re going to wear that loose dress that blows over your head with the slightest gust of wind,” he replies.
“Fine, I won’t wear that dress again.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “Why are you so cruel?”
“Makes the heart fonder,” I reply without thinking it through. It just sounded like the right thing to say.
“No, Ashley. That’s not why you’re acting so mean.”
