Page 85 of The Addict

My cock twitched in my pants just recalling his sweet little moans through the phone. Him pretending I wasn’t keen on the chemistry between us. I knew he had the same fire inside of him now. And I just knew he obeyed when I told him to finish. Like a good boy.

To be honest, I thought fucking him would take away this edge—this desire I’ve had burning in me for a while now, but never acted on it. Now, I’ve had him. I’d claimed Noah. I’ve tasted his skin and his mouth.

Next, I want to taste his cock, I considered.

I balled my hands into tight little fists. I was going to work myself up before I even made the stupid fucking seminar. I would be leading the meeting with a raging hard on if I didn’t just quiet the incessant ramblings in my head.

It didn’t help that we were about to pass the alley where we first kissed.

Noah didn’t know this, but that night he had taken me so completely off guard, he could’ve asked anything of me, and I would’ve done it. I gazed out the window. Just picturing him pressed against that brick wall…

My breath caught in my throat.

“S-Stop the car.” The words were mere whispers. Did I even form words at all?

“Excuse me, sir?”

“I said, stop the fucking car!”

My driver slammed on his breaks.

“Back up,” I ordered.

“Mr. Thorne, we are on a busy street.”

I reached forward, gripping the back of the headrest. “I don’t give a fuck. I said, back the car up. Put it in reverse.”

We began the slow process of reversing the Royce. Cars honked. I didn’t give two shits.

Because there he was.

Noah.

Poised against the wall like a perfect little trophy.

My trophy.

He was smiling like he’d known I’d stop traffic to get back to him. And he was right.

I couldn’t fucking wait to taste that perfect little smirk on his lips.

NOAH

I pushed myself up from the wall and made my way to the closed window.

I waited.

A sharp sound filled my ears as the window began to roll down, revealing the face I knew I’d see.

“Why, if it isn’t my good friend, Mr. Hansen.” Silas grinned wickedly from the other side of the glass. “Need a ride?”

I sighed and tapped my finger against my cheek, pondering his offer just a tad over dramatically. “If it’s not too much trouble? I think I might be lost.”

The lock by the window popped upwards and the door opened automatically, revealing a professionally dressed Silas Thorne. He had to be on his way to something important. From head to toe, he adorned a suit and tie, crisp white button up with a perfectly pressed collar that I couldn’t wait to get my hands on. In his jacket pocket was a neatly folded satin cloth. I was ready to ruin it all.

“No trouble at all,” he said lightly, scooting over to the seat behind his driver.

I crawled in, admiring the leather finishings in the vehicle. The car was exceptional, luxurious and spacious. Enough room for fucking, I thought wildly. Silas reached over me, intentionally crossing in front of me with his chest, his breath and his smile wisping past my own, to press the button that closed the door behind me.