Denial_A Stone Billionaire Series Novel

by Kaya Woodward

  We continue whispering and kissing all the way up the elevator, my hands on her thigh, pulling it up towards me.

  Unlocking the penthouse door, we’re giggling and ecstatic in our lust for each other.

  “We should just...,” I start.

  But, Olivia's voice cuts through the air thickly.

  “Just what?” she asks.

  2

  Tinsley

  July 22, 2017

  “Just what? Please continue, Noah,” Olivia smirks from her position.

  She blocks the entrance to the penthouse.

  “What are you doing here?” I ask in an accusatory tone.

  “Whatever we do together, that's none of your business,” I say as I glance at Noah, who's merely nodding.

  “Yes Olivia, I think you should simply leave,” he concurs.

  “Leave?” Olivia feigns being innocent for a moment.

  “Why ever would I do that? Your relationship must be boring by now. We should spice things up a bit,” she laughs.

  Is Noah's ex-wife suggesting we have a threesome?

  Noah stares at her stupidly, wondering if she's serious.

  Then, a worried look crosses his face.

  “I don't think,” suddenly unaware of what to say, Noah draws a blank for the first time since I've known him.

  “Oh relax, I was kidding. Though if you're up for me joining in, I suppose I should shave...,” Olivia laughs.

  “Olivia! Cut the shit!” I glare at her. “You realize…” I say as I pull myself up to my full height, an arm on Noah's shoulder, “…he's mine, and you no longer have any power over him. That was long gone years ago! Just explain what you're doing here!”

  “I wanted to see for myself if this little affair was still alive,” she says and walks into the living room, towards the bar.

  Noah raises an eyebrow at me.

  “She must be drunk,” he whispers.

  “No kidding,” I whisper back.

  I follow him, to where Olivia has poured us all a drink.

  “How is your little affair?” Olivia prompts Noah.

  “It's not a 'little affair' Olivia,” he barks.

  His cold reply is precisely what I want to hear.

  “It never was that. Just because you got hurt in the process doesn't mean we don't deserve to be happy together,” he says.

  “You assume I'm here to deliver devastating news?” Olivia laughs harshly; her voice reverberates around the room.

  “Well, where you're concerned? Yes,” Noah stares at her but takes the drink.

  “Then you would be correct,” Olivia grins.

  “Continue with this little tramp, and I will destroy you financially. I meant what I said before, and Tinsley simply didn't listen,” she informs him.

  Noah roars with laughter.

  “You? Destroy me? How could you possibly?” he says, incredulous.

  The more Noah continues laughing, the more I want to laugh with him.

  “That's pretty preposterous, Olivia,” I agree with him.

  “I knew you would say that,” Olivia rolls her eyes.

  “Noah you're so powerful, you think you're invincible. I'm here to tell you, that you're not,” she says.

  “You're wrong,” Noah says flatly.

  “You think I'm that stupid? I'm not invincible. However, I doubt that you could ever do anything that would hurt me,” he replies.

  Olivia's face reddens.

  “You watch yourself, Mr. Noah Leviathan Stone,” she says.

  “Why?” I ask.

  Noah just laughs in Olivia’s face, at her use of his full name.

  “That only works for my sister, by the way, Olivia,” Noah points out, still laughing.

  “If you came here just to spit empty threats at us, because you're jealous he's found someone, and you're on what? Your fourth engagement? It's not going to work,” I add.

  I'm well aware that Olivia's recent engagement to fiancé number four (or was it five?) has ended, and she has no one, at the moment.

  But this doesn't deter her in the slightest.

  “Noah, leave her or I'll destroy you,” she repeats.

  Noah roars with laughter again, holding his stomach for a moment.

  He laughs until he can't breathe and I watch as Olivia forms fists, trying to hide her rage against his reaction.

  “You bastard! You deserve what's coming to you!” Olivia rages.

  She moves to strike him, but he grabs her hand before she can hit him.

  “Olivia, let's stop this madness,” he says.

  “This is your final warning, Stone,” Olivia practically spits at him.

  “It's her or your empire,” she hisses.

  “Olivia,” I shake my head.

  I don’t believe that she is capable of taking everything away from him, any more than I do that she would if she had that kind of power.

  She doesn't.

  “You're making a fool of yourself,” I tell her, as I wrap my arms around Noah's shoulders from behind.

  Noah releases her.

  Olivia takes a few steps backward, away from the both of us.

  Slowly, I kiss Noah's neck.

  With my arms still around him, I begin to slide his tuxedo jacket down his arms, again planting kisses.

  Noah turns his head in response, and our lips meet, my mouth opening to his to ensure that we are putting on a good show for Olivia.

  Then, there's no other thought in my mind other than I want him again, and his jacket hits the floor as I slide a hand inside his shirt.

  “Do you want to stay and watch the show?” I question Olivia, with innocent doe eyes, before purring to Noah.

  “Would you like that sweetheart?” I whisper.

  Noah grins at me.

  “I don't believe Olivia wants to watch our private business,” he says as he glances back at her.

  “Unless you want to see how a real woman handles a man, Olivia?” he asks.

  This tips Olivia over the edge, and she stomps away, screaming profanities that I've never heard coming from her mouth before.

  I imagine the rage that she feels will last a while, and there's not a clear thought in my head, except that I need Noah.

  Again.

  “I rather liked the idea of making Olivia watch us,” Noah says, only half joking, probably.

  “That would show her,” I sigh as he turns to me, removing the shoulder strap of my dress.

  “Pity she left,” I say.

  “Pity,” Noah agrees with a wicked smile.

  He pushes me towards the bedroom.

  “Her face would've been priceless. I can imagine her watching me do depraved things to you,” he says.

  His whisper is hoarse.

  “What sort of things do you intend to do to me now that she is gone?” I taunt, pulling on his belt.

  “Or are you teasing me?” I pout.

  “Oh, I plenty intend to take full advantage of the fact that she's gone,” he whispers, pulling on the zipper of my dress.

  Noah strips the dress from my body, and I am naked again.

  He wraps an arm around my waist, cupping my breast and rubbing my nipple.

  “I'm going to fuck you until you can't take any more; until your toes ache from curling for many hours; until your body is covered in bruises and bite marks,” he promises.

  Biting my lip, I can't think of anything I want more in the world.

  “You had better deliver, Old Man!” I laugh.

  I push his pants down, and Noah pulls his shirt over his head.

  “Bend over the bed,” he commands.

  Stretching my body out, I bend over the bed on all fours, and Noah's finger slides along my wet pussy until it finds my clit.

  He gently caresses it, causing me to shudder with anticipation.

  “Oooh…” I moan.

  “That is a thing of beauty,” he croons, pressing a finger inside me, causing me to arch my back as his thumb moves over my clit, rubbing the sensitive are
a.

  “How does that feel?” he asks, his voice full of desire.

  “Oh, God, Noah!” I respond, out of breath as he pushes another finger inside me, causing me to moan even louder.

  “Good! Oh! Noah! Please!” I gasp.

  I can't catch my breath.

  “Do you want more?” he growls.

  His thumb on my clit slows, and suddenly I'm desperate for more of him, his touch only lingering now.

  “Please!” I beg.

  That's when I feel the head of his cock, sliding against my clit.

  “Please? That’s all you got?” he teases.

  His rough voice vibrates against my neck.

  “Noah, please!” I whine.

  “I’m begging you, Noah! Please, oh, God, Noah!” I cry.

  “As you wish,” he says, and now his voice is harsh.

  His throbbing cock slips inside me.

  He fills me entirely on the first thrust.

  I gasp, breathless, at the intense sensation, the fullness of him.

  Then, he pauses for a moment, and all I can do is hope that he doesn't stop there.

  With one hand on my hip, he guides himself, sliding in and out of me as, every nerve of my body on fire.

  “Fuck,” I let out a low moan, “Noah…”

  This causes him to growl because I know he loves the sound of his name on my lips.

  Then, to my surprise, I feel his finger near my ass, teasing.

  A pleasantly surprising sensation engulfs my senses as he slowly pushes deeper.

  “Oh!” I gasp, as an entirely different feeling takes over; pain mixed with pleasure sending every nerve ending twisting in all directions!

  “Relax, love,” Noah's voice soothes me, as his finger presses deeper into my ass, his cock sliding in and out of me slowly.

  It's a new sensation, a feeling I never expected that brings me new realms of pleasure.

  I turn around, biting my lip to see the look of vivid desire on his face.

  His lips turn into a wicked smile as I raise an eyebrow at him.

  This is the one thing we haven't done, and now I want him, desperately.

  I want to experience everything with him.

  “Noah?” I gasp.

  He responds with a penetrating thrust, making me grab the sheets, my toes curling as I scream in pleasure.

  “Noah!” I say, breathing slowly, as my eyes meet his, as his finger sinks deeper.

  “Would like something?” he growls, and all I can think about is his throbbing cock.

  “Do it!” I whisper.

  “Anything for you,” he says,

  Then, he leans over, kissing me deeply, before I feel him slide out of me, the head of his cock now positioned over my ass, slick and ready to go.

  “Are you sure?” he asks.

  I nod, biting my lip.

  “Remember to relax,” he croons, rubbing my shoulder.

  And then, the foreign sensation of Noah's cock slowly sliding into my ass takes over.

  I tense up automatically, and it hurts.

  “I need a moment,” I tell him, trying to relax.

  “Take all the time you need, love,” he says in a whisper.

  He is patient and continues to rub my shoulder, massaging it slowly.

  The tension melts away, as his throbbing shaft slides farther into my backside.

  “Oh my god!” I groan, and then I relax.

  I feel my whole body shake with pleasure, as my hands grasp the sheets tightly.

  “Tinsley…” Noah growls as I arch my back, pushing against him slightly, and he grips both my hips.

  Slowly, he pushes deeper with every thrust, my toes curling and my body aching for real.

  I long for that rush of exhilaration that comes every time he makes me orgasm.

  I can feel it building as he grunts, gripping my hips harder.

  “More!” I gasp.

  Noah delivers.

  He tilts my head, and he finds my lips as he fills me over and over again.

  He drives me into such a state of bliss, that when the orgasm bubbles up in surprise, I can no longer hold myself up by arms.

  I collapse against the silk sheets, as he continues to bury his shaft inside my rear, grunting as the rush of orgasm rolls over my body.

  Crying out lustily as my body convulses, Noah buries himself inside me one final time, with an animalistic groan, he blows his huge, hot load inside my ass.

  This was something I never expected, but I am more than pleased with the results as I lay next to him, still shaking from the overwhelming feeling of my ass full of him.

  “You're okay?” he asks, and I must be imaging the dreamy look in his eyes.

  “More than okay,” I curl my body against his, prompting him to wrap his arms around my body and gently kiss and nibble at every square inch of skin.

  “Finally,” he whispers.

  “We're together,” I give him a small smile.

  “Should we just run away and get married now? Or savor every drop of this?” he asks.

  I'm shocked.

  Although I had considered us married in the past, I never imagined we could do this.

  Now, everything is full of possibility.

  “Both,” I tell him, my eyes wide.

  “Good,” he kisses the top of my head, and we move under the blankets, just touching each other, kissing softly.

  “Where would we get married?” I ask.

  “Fiji,” he replies.

  There's a twinkle in his eye that I've never seen before.

  “That would be our home,” he says.

  “You thought about me when you built that home!” I accuse in a warm tone.

  “Partly. I did. At first, it was just a project, but as the years went on, I found little things to add that reminded me of you,” he says.

  Noah's laughing.

  “Of course, you needn't wonder about that, you've always been on my mind. Every second of every day we were apart, but I always knew you would come back to me,” he says.

  “Always,” I smile back, sealing our promise with another passionate kiss.

  3

  Noah

  July 23, 2017

  Tinsley and I wake up in a state of bliss.

  “I love waking up next to you,” she purrs, as she wraps her arms around my neck.

  I can't imagine a better way to wake up, with her in my arms.

  All that time apart seems like an insignificant speck compared to how it feels to be with her now.

  “You were worth the wait,” I tell her.

  My confession isn't out of the blue.

  “Really?” she prods for more in a dreamy voice.

  “Of course!” I say, and then I pull her on top of me.

  “I can't imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else,” I whisper.

  This makes her smile, and she leans down to kiss me, her hair spilling all over my chest as her kisses continue down my neck, to my chest.

  Light, simple touches reassure me it's finally our time at last!

  I let her nuzzle me for a while, but then reality sets in.

  “We should get up,” I explain carefully.

  “Magda will be here soon. I don't think she'd appreciate finding a woman in my bed,” I suggest.

  “Mmm, I think I agree. My parents are probably wondering where I am,” Tinsley agrees.

  I can’t imagine anything better than the satisfied expression on her face.

  We shower together, taking our time.

  Tinsley slips her dress back on and leaves me with the memory of her lips.

  She promises to call.

  I don't need her to promise me anything; I know in the end we will be left standing together.

  My son walks in the door, his bow tie hanging around his neck, jacket crumpled in his hands.

  “Was that Tinsley I saw leaving?” Evan asks dubiously. “I mean, leaving here,” he clarifies, crossing his arms.

  “Yes, it was in fact,�
� I state baldly.

  I've no longer anything to hide.

  “Well, that was probably why Olivia stormed off last night,” Evan says.

  “Oh, did she now?” I ask.

  This is interesting.

  Considering that woman somehow got into my penthouse…

  I wouldn't put it past her charming my doorman into giving her access.

  She was my wife once upon a time, but that's been over for years.

  She was well on her way to her fourth marriage until recently.

  Lord only knows why that broke up.

  “Where were you?” I note that Evan didn't make it home last night.

  He’s twenty-five, now.

  I'm of the firm belief that he should have his own place, but he seems quite comfortable living here with me.

  It’s not an issue – yet.

  We go our separate ways and coexist well enough, but now might be the time to break it to him, that if Tinsley and I move in together, he's got to go.

  “Victoire,” he answers, not divulging anything further.

  Thank god he doesn't.

  I don’t need those visuals in my head right now.

  Or any time…

  “She bit your head off last night, didn't she?” I ask.

  “Well, that's an aphrodisiac, for some reason,” Evan explains.

  “She tripped and broke her heel, I offered her a lift home and... well we don't need to go into that,” he supplies.

  Fighting being an aphrodisiac?

  Where do I remember that from?

  I frown at the thought of Evan and Vic being anything like Elizabeth and me.

  The story is peculiar but typical of Evan.

  He loves a damsel in distress.

  On that note, his phone rings.

  Evan glances at it.

  “Shit,” he barks.

  The, he looks up at me.

  “How do I explain that I snuck out?” he asks.

  “You don't,” I say, as I mutter profanities under my breath.

  “Evan, if you're going to sleep with my publicist, I need you to at least treat her like a lady,” I warn.

  Evan runs a hand through his hair.

  “Yeah well... let's not go there. I don't want her to think that this is anything it's not,” he says, smoothly.

  “Evan, one day you'll learn that there's a woman out there, who will change your mind,” I tell him.