It’s T-minus three days before we go to the Hamptons to visit Noah’s parents. Distractions don’t come as fast and thick as I’d like them to and I’m frankly worried.

With a lot on my mind I’m laid out on what will be the nursery, my body cushioned by the carpeted floor while I contemplate life’s big issues.

The. Nursery. Gah.

It seemed unreal, but my chest flooded with warm feelings at the thought in a few months a real human baby would live in this room. Our baby. I’m still Twilight Zone shook that Noah and I made a baby together and not in a petri dish.

From somewhere on the left I caught the sound of Noah padding quietly into the room, he came to stand over me, feet braced, and he twitched a curious half grin, his brow matched his lip. Damn the sexy villain really does it for me whatever angle he presented himself.

“Fancied a nap?”

“I think I’m having a panic attack.”

“Another one?” He had no sympathy. The monster. Last night it was because I couldn’t find my cell phone charger. It was important. Just because those kinds of items aren’t vital to him doesn’t mean it wasn’t important!

Noah had laughed at me and rubbed my head like I was a poodle.

I scowled and flailed my arms out on the super soft beige thick-pile carpet while giving him the stink-eye.

“What is it today, kitten?” Hands slid into his jeans pockets. I heard his mirth tickling his rough voice box.

He’s in a good mood because he’s officially in the restaurant business now.

Yay for the dick of douche-dom being in our lives forevermore. I might throw a parade.  

I blinked and told him the truth. “What if I have no maternal instincts? What if I accidentally leave the baby on the subway or in a bakery when I’m craving a cronut?”

Noah crouched and used a finger to brush my chin length hair from my eyes. That same finger moved along my lower lip, traced the upper and rested on the dip in my chin. “I think babies are hard to leave behind anywhere, kitten. Are you really concerned about this?”

I looked up at him. This man who owned all my heart and soul.

Who I already know will be the best dad in the world.

He’s so excited he has a fricking app on his phone to tell him random baby facts about how big the fetus is.

He’s so cute I almost die of love every time his app notification alerts and he smiled to himself before he shared with me what today’s fact was.

And me. I’m just a blob who forgets at random times I’m going to be a mother at the end of all this.

My brain was constantly full of anxiety over thoughtless people having a say in our relationship that I simply forget the baby inside me and then that brings on the crying and the self-hatred because what kind of woman does that make me?

“Come on,” he glided both hands under my armpits and boosted me slowly to my feet, keeping me against his chest where I burrowed into my place.  

And then Noah uttered four words no woman on this realm or any other wanted to ever hear. My belly curled inwards like it does with an orgasm, only now it’s pained, and dread filled.

“We need to talk.”

“Oh, yes,” I mocked. My heart faltering for a second. “Because that’s just what an unstable woman loves to hear.”

He laughed and slid his palm down to clasp mine, pulling me from the soon-to-be nursery, down the hall and into the kitchen where he sat me on the stool by the island while he grabbed a sauté pan placing it on the stove, pulling ingredients from the fridge and began chopping like a pro.

What he doesn’t do is say a fricking word.

I grew edgy while waiting.

Though my eyes followed him around the kitchen. Eating him up.

The way he moved, incredibly relaxed and confident in everything he did and just a bit dirty too with his under the lids side glances he sent me.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I’m empty, so empty. He’s made me empty.

By having him he’s ensured no one else will ever be enough for me and not knowing what he wanted to talk about is a torture I can’t stand.

I was too sober for this cat and mouse game.

What did he have to talk about that chopping carrots and baby corn took precedence?

I huffed, glaring. “I thought you wanted to talk? Are you breaking up with me? Just tell me if you are.” Wouldn’t that be fun, a single mom on top of everything else. I almost hysterically giggle.

Noah’s head came up from his task. A big knife braced in his fingers and it’s the first time he looked at me with irritation stained in his blues.

“You’re most likely joking about that, but dammit, Sena. Don’t fucking say it to me again,” he slammed the knife down on the counter.

I blinked because he’s brusquely intense, his face in sharp edges as he rounded the corner of the counter and came to tower directly in front of me. In fact, he used a hand to my knees to swivel me on the stool so I’m facing him. Even with streaks of anger filling his face he is unbelievably handsome.

His face is what I like to refer to as sittable.

Noah has a better chance of asking Tom the dick-valley leader to take a walk off a very short peer than he has of getting rid of me.

So, he just better get used to that right now.

I arched my neck and gave him my best Black stare I inherited from all my aunts and momma. The women in my family sure could intimidate. Momma always said I’d make the perfect southern wife because I knew how to boss people around.

I might not be Noah’s wife, but he better not try to shake me loose. I grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him into my space, so we’re nose to nose. He smirked at the same time his eyes dropped to my mouth.

I licked my lips provocatively. Noah growled, and he inclined to kiss me. Good boy. I opened and permitted entry, we twisted tongues, kissed sloppy and wet. Deep and concentrated, his hand around my neck held me in place.

I probably looked drunk when I’m set free. It’s how every kiss with Noah gets me riled up. Like he’s reached inside and shaken me up like fizz. “What did you want to talk about?”

One more kiss to the tip of my nose he turned back to cooking. He sautéed, whisked, stirred and turned me on all at the same time. A man who could cook and cook naturally is one of the most arousing things to witness. “You’ve been distant, kitten.” He’s right, “what can I do to change that? Are you worried about this weekend? You know it’s going to be fine, don’t you?”

I lifted a shoulder in a non-committal reply. Whatever is going on in my head needed to take a back seat. I’m pregnant and that’s all that matters. I can’t—won’t—have a baby of mine feeling the stress I’m under, doesn’t it stunt growth or something like that? I read it once in a Vogue.

“It’s a worry, but it’ll go as it goes. My parents aren’t going to turn their back on a grandbaby. Momma will probably be clacking her knitting needles before we leave.” His grin flashed, he tossed a cooked mushroom into his mouth. Noah liked my parents and my parents like him. They liked him as my gay best friend. Will they believe he’s my boyfriend? Time will tell. “Are you nervous to tell your family?”

His answer was a simple one. “No.” And I see he’s not. He’s excited.

“You’re going to be a great dad,” I confided, resting an elbow to the counter, I put my chin in my hand. My gaze following his steps around his kitchen. Food smells were strong, and though I was hungry, always fricking hungry now, my attention was on Noah. Watching him move and take charge. He’s going to feed me and that’s sexy as hell.

Somehow seeing him peaceful about everything calmed me.

Whatever he’s making smelled wonderful, but I didn’t take notice. My concentration was all him. By the time he licked sauce from his thumb for a third time I couldn’t take it a minute more.

I slipped off the stool, padded slowly around the island and while he’s stirring a pot I snaked arms around his waist from behind, sliding under his shirt and rested my fingers on his flat belly. Dropping kisses on his back I cuddled into him. “Noah …” it’s nice to appreciate a man with his solid frame. Not only does he have muscle mass, but his size was comforting in a way that wouldn’t please a feminist if I said it out loud. He made me feel safe and loved.

And yeah, I’m completely aroused by him on a basic aesthetic level.

With a slick move that didn’t dislodge my hold he turned his body and smirked down at me.

I saw smoke in his oceans deep blues.

He let his head hang down so I’m in grasping distance of his mouth.

My momma didn’t raise no fool.

I latched on and sucked his top lip.

Moaning when he grabbed under my armpits, he lifted and deposited me like a sack of flour onto the work surface.

He made room for his form by widening my legs and holding my outer thighs, his head still in that drifted down position where I saw not only every fleck of light in his irises but the wetness on his mouth from mine.

I licked my lips, wanting more.

“What do you need, Sena? Tell me.” Suddenly my tongue, thick and stupid, glued to the roof of my mouth. He urged me to speak by kissing down my jaw. His hands massaging my thighs.

I was warm all over.

Reaching between us, I brushed his belly and kept on going down until I had his full hardness in my palm, grinding the heel along the outline through his clothes. “I want you to turn the stove off, take me through to your office where I’ve had a million fantasies of fucking you there and give this to me.”

“Only a million, kitten?” The minute his voice rumbled like that I was done for.

I went for his mouth.

He kissed me harder, spearing his tongue into the warmth of my lips. Pulling away, he took two steps back to turn off the burner, pans bubbling away he returned and plucked me off the counter, legs wound around him. I was already nibbling under his jaw as he strode through the long length of his apartment.

We were joined at the lips when we got there.

“Let’s make that a few million more fantasises,” he husked into my mouth and dropped me onto the leather sofa. He followed me down, using a knee to steady himself on the edge, the rest of him hovered over me and I wasted no time in getting my greedy hands on Noah.

“I need …” I whined a covetous sound along his neck, my shaky hands urgently tried to open his jeans. He freed a strangled groan, enjoying the pleasure my hand gave him. It took no time at all for his cock to thicken under my attention. Heady and wild, I stroked him harder.

“What do you need? I’ll give you anything,” he told me. Concentrated and deep, his eyes completely took me over.

He started to pull off his T-shirt by reaching behind and yanking it over his head. I jerked down my patterned leggings, the ones that fit my cushioned butt perfectly.

“You. I only need you. Now, Noah.”

God, he was beautiful, his body incredibly firm and cut everywhere. Perfection. How was I supposed to keep from devouring every substantial inch of him? And then I realized I didn’t have to filter myself or pretend I’m not having dirty fantasies, I can have what I want and my brain kind of shorted out with that comprehension because my hands went everywhere, my mouth following behind, sucking and tasting, exploring the man I’ve wanted for eons.

He tasted as good as he looked, and I became a little wild once I was back inside his mouth. It was the kind of frenzied kissing with no form but utterly perfect at the same time.

“You taste like wet dreams.” He grunted a breath over my face, the air tickled but he followed by brushing his thumb on my lower lip. “These are so fucking soft,” he charmed them open to lick me.

His skill of using the word fuck as a noun, verb, adverb and in some cases an adjective always gave me internal giggles. That villain tongue of his has no amount of pleasure I don’t take from it.

The way he goes at me was single-minded, almost as if he doesn’t have one other care in this world other than how much he can suck on my tongue.

I don’t mind a bit, at this point my clit is engorged with blood and tingles I wanted to beg him to suck more in hopes the thread between tongue and groin would ignite me into a climax.

I’m so turned on I can barely see straight.

“Look at you, all pretty and panting. Is this what you want?” My mmhm was my only coherent reply.

I grabbed at him, bringing his head back down to mine, his laugh vibrated my lips, but he didn’t tease me, his kiss, forceful, demanding. “You’re intoxicating.”

I blinked at him hovering over me. “Am I?”

“I can’t get enough.” Another heated kiss, he stole all my air and gave me his in return. “Will you come like this?” His palm between the apex of my thighs, grinded slowly and my entire body quaked in longing.

I’m about to go off like a fucking rocket.

“God. Please, Noah.”

He does it a little more, no rhythm and I love it, he slipped and slid into my wetness, my panties pulled aside, the cloth gave enough friction along with his fingertips to drive me insane.

I whimpered brazenly. My head lolling on his chest.

“I think you’re a secret sadist. You enjoy torturing me like this.” His lips nibbled mine, his fingers brushed down my spine and settle in the dimples causing shivers to prickle my skin.

I was fuel to his spark and somewhere we met in the middle and became magic.

How had I never recognized it until now?

You never know what this kind of magic will feel like until you’re in the eye of the storm. And then you’re addicted. I’m addicted to this feeling Noah brings out in me.

Something like a choked wheeze worked its way out of my tightening throat when his fingers pushed deeper below the line of my panties.

“Drenched for me.”

I want to tell him always. But no words would come. Wet was an understatement. My panties are ruined from the juices he’s caused.

Two of his fingers edged along my fleshy lips, scarcely sinking inside to tease my entrance. I’m beyond ready to be filled. I held onto both his forearms and pumped my hips. “Please.” Though, I knew how this went. He won’t give until he’s ready. Noah liked me mindless before he made me come.

“Feel that?” One finger, and then two thrust in with no more warning and he curled them in just the right way to cause me to cry out. When he brushed over my G-spot I saw fucking stars. Pleasure assaulted every inch of me. “Soaked,” he rolled languidly and drove his fingers back inside to repeat the process.

He didn’t have to tell me. I heard how wet I was for him.

The immediate shock of bliss rippled my belly and I tilted my forehead to his chest. Hot breath on my neck, he found my ear. “Who makes this hot pussy quake, kitten?”

Oh, god. His thumb pressed to my clit and held it there.

“You,” I cried, pumping my hips. “Only you do, Noah. Fuck me.”

He didn’t bother shucking out of his jeans, he just pushed them open, so he could fist out his length. It took another week for him to get between my welcoming legs because he was busy using my own juices to get his tip wet, rolling through my slit.

Oh, Jesus. It felt incredible. It’s stars and moons behind my eyelids good.

Hips circled in grinding invitation even as he wedged his hands under my butt and lifted me into his groin, letting me get used to every hard inch slipping through my folds.

I guided him to find his place as he notched his dripping tip and inched in and in and didn’t stop the slow execution until I was so full, so snug with Noah it caused my lungs into a hiccup spasm.

It’s the most work I do fixing him between my legs while I melt into the sofa because I just wanted to lie back and watch him do everything. To see how he churned those powerful muscles, to work himself and to tumble me over with his amazing, out of this world fuck.

Arms braced above me on the butter-soft leather arm, he began to move, making uhgn noises with each thrust as he worked his way in deeper, my inner walls collapsed around his thick cock to accept every goddamn perfect inch.

The pleasure was indescribable.

We shared a kiss before he mounted over me and dug in. “Can’t get enough,” he grunted to the side of my neck. I scraped my nails along the back of his skull, giving encouraging circles of my hips. I just want him to fuck me as hard as he could, but he stayed with the teasing rhythm of keeping me just out of reach of finding my bliss.

It’s like trying to catch a wave, in the end it’s better to let it take me over, the consuming feeling when he’s stomach deep inside me was the best feeling of all.

“Hold on, baby,” hoarse, Noah pumped me harder. He held the side of my face, so we could kiss at leisure while he rained thrusts down on me.

I sucked on his tongue and he worked me over in the way he knew how to drive me crazy.

And it’s while I’m mid groan, my head thrown back, his mouth latched onto the side of my neck, marking me with a hard suck, his hips pistoning in no order that made sense other than we loved it and we’re both so into it that we didn’t hear the door flying open and shouts of “Surprise—oh my god!” until it was too late.

It’s so much too late for Noah’s two sister’s not to see him railing me like an animal right there on his office sofa.

It’s far too late for us to stop in time.

It’s like time slowed down.

I surveyed the scene in milliseconds.

I’m in a dream. This was a fucking nightmare.

“Oh-my-god.” I heard again and everything in me froze solid.

I buried my head in Noah’s shoulder, nails clawing into his back. Mortification like I’d never felt before stung my whole body.

Wishing for the ground to open and allow me to go home.

“Oh-my-god. Fuck.” One of them declared. I think it was Noah’s younger sister Sammie, but I couldn’t be sure.

What with dying of horror.

This was not happening. This was not happening.

If I opened my eyes I’m not going to look over to the doorway and see Noah’s two stunned sisters with their slack jaws and wide eyes.

“Christ.” Cursed Noah who had thankfully paused between my legs. “Out.” He insisted. And then more forcefully. “For fucks sake, get out and close the door, Max!”

With a whoosh of the door across the carpeted floor it slammed shut.

I. Am. Morti-fucking-fied beyond belief.

“Oh god, Noah. That did not just happen. Tell me it didn’t.” I whined while I did a whole lot of internal freaking out.

His sisters just saw him fucking. Fucking a woman. Fucking me.

Could a higher being crap on me from any greater height?

Seriously, what bad crap have I done in a past life to deserve this?

Noah’s head dropped to my shoulder, breathing hard.

I waited for him to lift off me.

They’re his kin, he can deal with them.

There’s no way I’m going out there.

Maybe never.

I live here now, in this room with my embarrassment for a blanket.

“Shhh, baby. It’s okay,” he started to slide out, my walls naturally latched on like a vice of slut-dom and I moaned for his slowness.

It’s like my body has its own ideas and doesn’t want to let him go.

Lips coasted over my cheek until he caught my mouth. “Shhh. I know, baby.”

And then I grasped, he wasn’t pulling out of me.

His cock pushed back in right to the back of me.

It was automatic for me to lift into it.

But I hella-freaked out too. My eyes wild. “What are you doing, Noah?” I whispered. “We can’t. Jesus. They’re right out there. They saw us!”

Is he mad? In. And out. His body rolled to find the rhythm we had moments ago then he did it harder.

I lost some of my mind because I loved the fullness of him.

My mind torn.

“Shhh, baby. You were right there. Right fucking there, I could feel it.”

I had been on the verge of my climax before the circus burst in.

We couldn’t fricking finish now!

Noah had other ideas when he increased speed and depth.

I clutched his waist.

Lost between horror and blinding bliss.

He pushed harder. Using a knee on the couch cushion it enabled him to really slam me, his hand under my ass he boosted me into the perfect slant for me to lose my mind altogether and his other slid between us to ply hard pressure to where I ached. His mouth at my ear coaxed me quietly. “I had you right there. Not fucking stopping. Go over for me. Come hard for me, kitten.”

Thrust. Thrust. Slam. Slam.

“They’ll hear!” I’m not quiet, I mean. I’m never silent when he fucked me.

“Trust me.” Short, sharp slams, his cock drove me to the point of no return and as my eyes began their roll into the back of my head he latched onto my mouth and Noah sucked my cry into his throat. “My kitten. That’s it. Fuck. That’s it.”

He held me all through my shuddering, while his administrations turned me into this clawing sexual beast and when I came down he kissed me softly, knocked my nose with his and grinned. “Beautiful.” It’s then he detached us. He’s still hard when he pulled his jeans up and refastened them. Next was his shirt yanked over his head. I quickly rolled off the sofa to find my leggings.

One of his hands fixed around the back of my neck, drawing me in, making sure I looked up at him. “I can’t go out there.” I’m barely audible, sure they must have their ears to the door. The blush started at my neck and filled my cheeks. What a way for his family to know about him and me.

I’ll never be able to look at them again.

“It’s okay. Stay here. Let me go find out what the fuck they’re doing here.” Noah didn’t appear daunted at all. He leaned down and brushed my mouth, not once but five times, tasting me slowly. And at that point he circled his full hand around my throat. “I’m going to deal with this and then I’m going to sink my cock, thick and hard into your throat. I want to come inside my kitten’s mouth.” I gulped. Wide eyed. He smirked dirtily knowing how he’d distracted me suddenly. I licked my lips feeling his declaration in the place he’d just made shudder. At the door he sent me a gorgeous supportive I got this wink before closing it behind him.

I’m not proud to say I scurried across the floor and pressed my ear to the wood.

My heart pumping in my mouth when I heard.

“I’m assuming there’s a fucking emergency since you pair used the key I gave you for just that reason to let yourselves in …”

It’s his older sister Maxine who spoke the loudest. “Are we not to going to mention you were having sex with Sena?”

There’s no mistaking Noah’s voice dropping to a frigid temperature. I held my breath. “Yeah, Max. Since it’s none of your fucking business, that’s what we’re gonna do. Now why are you here?”