Page 238 of Hot for the Boss

Then her face changes again. Finally, recognition. And with it, shock.

“Noah?”

She closes her eyes again, shutting me out. I feel her panic and an arctic chill sweeps through her body, into me.

No. No! She’s not going to close herself off from me like this. I’ve already endured ten years of watching, of wanting. Since I met her, on the day she’d married Tim, I’ve done nothing but ache. She admitted that she thought of me when Mr. Mysterious possesses her body. Why would accepting the reality they were the same man upset her?

“Yes, Lauren. Me. Look at me.”

I’m still growling like her midnight stranger, and she responds to it, opening her eyes once more.

Our gazes connect, and I feel the electric connection in my clenching gut and down my sizzling spine. The sensation settles into my cock, searing me. I harden further at the thought of having her again. As myself. Always.

“Look at me,” I snarl again, “while I fill you. Fuck you. Make love to you.”

Lauren

Shock still reverberates through my system as Noah’s insistent growl echoes around me. He fills my aching sex again, now so sensitive after my last orgasm. I gasp.

Noah. He’s deep inside me now. All this time…

It’s been Noah.

Improbable. Impossible. How can Noah be Mr. Mysterious? But it’s true, even if I can’t quite wrap my mind around it.

Why is he here? Does he really want me? Is this just a quick, fast screw for him? But then why go to the trouble of inventing Mr. Mysterious, sneaking into my house… telling me he wants to make love to me. That he does, in fact, love me.

“Oh my… I—I don’t understand,” I gasp out.

“Yes, you do. You know exactly what I want.”

I know he wants to come. The way he thrusts into me again makes that totally clear. He’s so engorged, I could swear I feel every ridge, every vein, of his cock. The rasp of his steely shaft against the raw nerves inside me makes me clutch at the bed, grasping the sheets in my fists. God knows that, greedy or not, I want to come again, too.

But does he want more? Everything I want…but am terrified to pursue?

“I’ve spelled it out,” he clarifies. “Explicitly. When I bound you to your bed and fucked you last Friday, what did I tell you?”

It is him. No denying it now. No imagining that Noah just showed up tonight and magically figured out who Mr. Mysterious is and what he’s been doing to me. He knows… because he was there, too.

“That you want me.” My voice trembles.

“That I’ve wanted you for years and I intend to have you.”

He punctuates the statement by grabbing my hips and stroking deep inside me again. Deep enough to make me gasp. My sensitive walls flutter around him and heat burns low in my belly, under my clit, now pulsing in demand.

“When I spread you across your dining room table and took you, what did I tell you then? Do you remember?” He fills me again with another ferocious stroke that burns inside me. A knot of need tightens unmercifully as he fills me completely again and again.

The pleasure finally compels me to answer. “You told me you love me.”

“Exactly. Do you remember that, next, I climbed into your bathtub with you and you sucked my cock before I took you on your bathroom floor?”

How can I forget?

I tilt up to meet his next thrust, anticipating the jolt of need. It morphs into an ache beyond any I can fathom. Or handle. I raise my gaze to his face again. To him. I zero in on his eyes. His dark pupils dilate wide, ringed by that intense icy blue. Sweat beads at his temples, rolls down his neck. He exudes feral masculinity as both his hands tighten and his shoulders bulge. He sinks deep inside me, pleasure stealing across his angular features, sharpening them. That same pleasure rips a possessive growl from his chest.

Resisting it isn’t possible, even when a thousand shining thoughts and hopes bombard me.

“Lauren,” he rasps, his voice on edge. “Don’t look away.”