Grandpa stares at me, but I ignore his gaze. He took it too far by inviting Gregory over tonight. Setting Noah up with Kim is just adding insult to injury. There’s no way I’m sitting back and letting this happen.
Noah is quiet as we walk down the corridor, his shoulders tense. He isn’t smiling at me the way he usually would. He isn’t even looking at me.
“I didn’t expect you to be here tonight,” I murmur.
He nods, but otherwise he doesn’t engage with me at all, and it frustrates me. I don’t even know what I want from him… a reaction, I guess.
I grab his arm as we turn the corner, and he pauses, his eyes dropping to where I’m touching him. He looks angry, and that just confuses me.
“Are you mad at me?” I ask, my voice soft.
He smiles humorlessly and tilts his head. “Now, why would I be mad at you, Ms. Astor?”
Ms. Astor. So we’re back to that, huh? He pulls his arm out of my grip and keeps walking in the direction we were going. I follow behind him, feeling helpless. “It’s this way,” I say, pointing to my bedroom door. Noah nods and walks in, freezing when he realizes where I led him to.
He turns to walk back out, but I close the door and lean back against it. “You can use my bathroom,” I tell him, tipping my head toward the door behind him. “But I’m not letting you go back to the dining room until you tell me why you look so angry.”
He laughs and walks up to me, his hands wrapping around my waist. “And you think you’ll be able to stop me? Amara, I can lift you up with ease,” he says, and he does.
I gasp as he lifts me into the air and place my hands on his shoulders. He’s about to move me out of the way, but I’m not letting him go that easily. I can’t stand this feeling, this distance between us.
I wrap my legs around his waist, and he freezes. Noah swallows hard, but the anger in his eyes doesn’t diminish in the slightest.
“What would your boyfriend think if he saw us now, Amara?” he asks, pushing me against the door roughly, closing the remaining distance between us so my breasts are pressing against his chest.
I tighten my legs around his waist, my breathing turning shallow. I can feel him hardening against me, and it’s got me biting down on my lip in an effort to suppress the sudden need I feel.
“What would he think if he knew I had my fingers buried in your pussy just a week ago? I doubt he’d be happy to know that I helped you test some of your toys, that I tasted that hot pussy of yours. Tell me, what would he think?”
He’s breathing as hard as I am, and I smile, realization dawning. “You’re jealous.”
Noah grits his teeth and stares me down. “Is this just a fucking game to you? Some rich people bullshit?”
I tense, my smile melting away. “No. God, Noah. No.” I see it now. There’s not just anger in his eyes. There’s hurt and insecurity too. I’m definitely not the only one that feels something between us. He’s right there with me. “He’s not my boyfriend, Noah. I didn’t know he’d be here tonight, either. I’m as surprised as you are. I swear I haven’t seen him since that night at the ball. This is all my grandfather’s doing. I stayed quiet because of the relationship Gregory’s father has with my grandfather — because of the respect I have for my grandfather despite his actions tonight.”
He looks into my eyes as though he’s looking for a trace of a lie, and I breathe a sigh of relief when his shoulders relax. Noah drops his head to my shoulder, his lips grazing against my neck, sending an involuntary tremble down my spine.
“The double date?” he whispers against my skin.
I grimace, suddenly embarrassed. “I… I didn’t…”
Noah chuckles and straightens to look at me. “I love this shade of red on you,” he murmurs, and it just makes me blush even harder.
I swallow hard when his hands move down to my ass. He grabs onto me tightly and a soft moan escapes my lips. Noah smirks and leans in, his lips hovering over mine. I don’t hesitate to thread my hands through his hair and pull him closer. His lips find mine, and I moan, needing more of him. Noah gives me what I want and deepens the kiss, driving me crazy with the way he moves his body against mine.
He carries me to my bed and carefully puts me down before kneeling down in front of the bed. “I have a bad habit of falling to my knees in front of you,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. A soft moan escapes my lips and he smirks as he separates my legs. “I was wondering if you were wearing any underwear tonight. I’m pleased to find that you aren’t.” He presses a kiss on top of my pussy, his breath tickling me, turning me on further.
Noah teases me with his tongue, circling it around my clit before flicking his tongue over it. He gets me close within minutes, and then he pulls away.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, and he smiles as he shakes his head, pulling my dress back over my hips before he rises to his feet.
“I’ve wanted more ever since I first got a taste of you in my office,” he tells me, his eyes on mine. “But you don’t get to come. This is punishment for making me jealous. For roping me into a date I don’t want to go on.”
I stare at him in disbelief. “You are the worst, Dr. Grant. It’s a good thing I have toys in my bedroom.”
He smirks and shakes his head. “Yeah, but you have no time. We’ve been gone for too long already.”
I stare at him in frustration, and he laughs as he grabs my hand and pulls me to the door. “We need to go back, Amara. We’ve been gone for far too long.”
I nod reluctantly and tighten my grip on his hand, my eyes on his. “You’re not mad anymore, are you? I promise you, I didn’t know he’d be here.”
He shakes his head and cups my cheek gently. “I’m not mad at you, beautiful. I shouldn’t have let my emotions get the best of me today. You and I… your grandfather holds my entire future in his hands.”
I drop my forehead against his shoulder, and Noah wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly. “I know that,” I whisper. “I know.”
He’s right, of course. Grandpa has plans for us both, and they don’t involve us being together. I could risk my own future, but I can’t ask it of Noah. We’re playing with fire, and we both know it.
Chapter 20
Noah
I should be looking forward to today since I’ve never been to a vineyard before, but I’m dreading it. I’m not looking forward to seeing Amara with Gregory. Knowing that he’s her date… I can’t fucking stand it, but I have no choice.
It’s important that I build relationships that can advance my career. Mr. Astor is offering me the opportunity of a lifetime, and I’d be crazy to walk away from that, yet I can’t shake the dread I feel.
My phone buzzes and I glance at it in surprise when Amara’s name pops up. I feel bad for wishing that she’s texting because she’s canceling, but I can’t help it. I don’t want to see her with him.
Amara: do you think you could pick me up?
I stare at my phone in surprise. I assumed she’d get to the vineyard with Gregory, and I smile as I text her back.
Noah: Sure. I’ll be there in ten minutes.
I’m grinning as I walk to my car, and I’m still grinning by the time I pull up in front of her house. Just the thought of getting to have her to myself for the two hours that it takes to drive there makes me smile. I bet she somehow knew that Kim is spending the weekend there — that’s she’s already there, and I’d be making my way there alone. I keep telling myself that I’ll stay away from her, yet I can’t resist stealing these moments with her.
I step out of the car when Amara walks out of the house, and I open the car door for her. She smiles up at me, her eyes twinkling, and my heart starts to race. I’m smiling like a fool as I walk back around the car. I should probably be worried about Mr. Astor hearing about me picking her up, but all I can think about is Amara.
I glance at her as I get behind the wheel, my smile falling when I take a good look at her. She’s in another one of those flowing dresses of hers
, a white one this time. The way the top of it hugs her breasts makes it almost impossible to look away. “You look beautiful,” I murmur, wondering if she dressed up for Gregory. He’s the one that gets to call her his today. She’s his date.
Amara’s eyes roam over my arms, taking in the black t-shirt I’m wearing. “So do you. You look good, I mean. It’s rare to see you looking so casual. It’s a good look on you.”
She looks as dismayed as I do and the atmosphere is tense between us, the silence heavy. Amara fiddles with the radio for a good twenty minutes, her hand trembling just slightly each time she changes the channel.
“What’s wrong? You seem… I don’t know. Nervous?”
She looks up at me, her cheeks blazing. “Could you pull up over there?”
I frown and do as she asks, parking on the side of an empty road. We’ve only been driving for half an hour, but it already feels like we’re somewhere else entirely.
“What’s wrong?” I ask her again, turning to face her.
Amara looks into my eyes, and that expression of hers… she drives me insane without even touching me.
“There’s something I wanted to try today. Something I wanted your help with.”
My heart hammers in my chest, and I run a hand through my hair. “Another toy?”
She nods. “I thought today would be the perfect time to test something new. I’ve been working on this for a while now. It’s not that original, this one, but it’s fun and I think it’s a must-have for my collection. I want to know how unobtrusive it is, how it’ll feel, how long I can wear it comfortably.”
I look away, feeling conflicted. “No.”
“No?” she repeats, confused. “I thought you said you wanted me to do this under medical supervision. I… I don’t understand. Was I wrong?”
I turn back to face her and shake my head. “You’re not wrong. I told you I’d help you, and I meant it. But not today.”
Something flashes through her eyes, and it hits me straight in the chest. She wraps her arms around herself and looks out the window. “Oh, okay. I get it,” she murmurs. “It’s fine. Today is not a working day for you, after all. Besides, I doubt you want to feel like you’ll need to keep an eye on me when it’s Kim you want to be focusing on.”
“I don’t think you do,” I tell her against better judgment. “I don’t think you get it.”
Her eyes meet mine, and the pain I see in them guts me. This thing between us… it’s bigger than either of us wants it to be, yet neither of us can fight it.
“I’ll be damned if I have you turned on all fucking day, when you’ll be with your damn ex. When you’re coming, when that pussy of yours is squeezing whatever crazy fucking toy you’ve invented, I want you to be with me. I want your thoughts filled only with me. No one else.”
Amara looks at me, her skin flushed, her lips slightly parted. Fucking hell. I wish I could grab her hair and yank her toward me. I want those full lips of hers against mine. I’ve never wanted to kiss a woman more than I do right now. It’s so fucked up that it’s her I want when I’m on my way to a date with another woman.
Amara smiles shyly and looks down. She looks flustered, and I like that look on her. I watch her as she bends forward, taking something out of her bag. She grabs my hand and places a small remote control in it. It’s no bigger than a credit card, but thicker.
“The toy?” she whispers. “It comes with a remote control. You’d be in charge all day. My every orgasm would be yours. I’d be at your mercy, unable to think of anything but you.” She swallows hard and closes my fingers around the device. “And while you’re toying with me like that… you won’t be able to think of anything else either. When you know how wet I am for you, how badly I want to come for you… you won’t be able to focus on anyone but me.”
I lean in and cup her cheek, my thumb tracing over her bottom lip. “You’ll be mine all day, even if you aren’t on my arm. Your pussy will be mine.”
She nods, her breathing irregular. I wonder if she’s been as jealous as I’ve been, thinking about today. Does she just want to test a toy, or does she want to keep me spellbound?
“Show me.”
Her little sigh of relief gives her away. She’s worried about Kim. Clever little fox. She’s calling me on my promise to provide her with medical supervision, but in doing so, she’s also making sure Kim will never stand a chance.
Amara pulls out a toy and holds it up for me. It’s similar to her last design, but bigger. I smile to myself, thinking about the multiple times I’ll be able to make her come with this.
“Fine.”
She grins at me as I hold up her toy, inspecting it. It looks far more robust than her previous ones. The rubber is thick, and it’s sealed properly. There shouldn’t be any safety concerns, but then she probably knows that.
I turn to look at her, taking in the rapid rising and falling of her chest, her parted lips and those flushed cheeks. “Tell me. Are you already wet?” Amara’s eyes widen ever so slightly, and I smirk when she nods hesitantly. “Of course you are,” I whisper, leaning in.
I trail my hand down her dress until I’ve got the edge of it between my fingers. A soft gasp escapes her lips when I slip my hand underneath the fabric, taking my time moving my fingers up. The way she looks at me… fuck.
“Part those thighs for me, baby.”
She obeys, and my eyes fall closed when the tips of my fingers reach her pussy. Soaking wet, as expected — and no underwear, again. I push two fingers into her, making her moan. “Just making sure you’re wet enough for insertion,” I tell her. “All part of the medical supervision I’m providing you with.”
She nods. “Of course, Dr. Grant.”
My cock fucking jerks at those words. When she calls me Doctor, it’s different. That voice of hers, her tone. Fuck.
“Yeah, I think you’re ready.” I pull my fingers away reluctantly and grab her toy, wishing it was my cock slipping into her, and not this fucking thing.
Amara gasps when it’s in place, and I smirk. “Are you sure this’ll stay in place without underwear?” I ask, a little concerned. “I’m all about playing with you, Amara… but I don’t want this slipping out of you in public.”
She nods, a sweet smile on her face. “Don’t worry, Noah. I’ve pre-tested this. It won’t slip out, I promise.”
I grin and look away. She doesn’t even realize she’s giving herself away, does she? Pre-tested it… then what does she need me for?
I grab the remote and click a few of the buttons as she explains to me what each of them does. Every gasp that escapes her lips thrills me, and I’m suddenly looking forward to today. Even as she smiles at Gregory, it’ll be me that’s in control of her pleasure.
Chapter 21
Noah
Kim smiles when she spots me, but that smile rapidly melts away when she notices Amara right behind me. She looks between the two of us in confusion and forces a smile onto her face as she walks up to me.
Amara and I both tense when she throws herself in my arms and hugs me tightly. “It’s so good to see you,” she says, smiling up at me before she turns to give Amara air kisses. “How come you two drove here together? I thought you’d be coming with Gregory.”
The only one she’s coming with is me, I think to myself. Amara looks at me knowingly when I smirk and shakes her head. I shrug unapologetically in response.
Our silent exchange doesn’t go unnoticed, and Kim frowns, making me feel bad instantly. If nothing else, I’d like to be friends with her, and I’d hate to make her feel bad when she’s gone out of her way to host us today.
“He should be here any minute,” Amara says. “He had some work to finish up.”
Kim nods and wraps her hand around my arm. “Come on, let me show you around. Greg knows the way, he’ll be able to find us just fine.”
I nod and let her lead me along, feeling somewhat self-conscious. I can feel Amara’s eyes on me, and even though I told her she and I can’t be together�
�� even though I’m willing myself to believe it too, I don’t want to hurt her. There’s something between us, and it’s not just lust. It’s more than that. I can’t stand the thought of her smiling at Gregory, and the look on her face as she stares at the hand Kim is touching me with tells me she feels the same way.
I slip my hand into my pocket, my fingers grazing over the remote control she gave me. I glance at her and smirk as I turn her device on. Her eyes widen and she looks down. Perfect.
Amara is quiet as Kim gives us a tour of the vineyard, and neither one of us can focus as she tells us about their grapes and the history of this place. All I can think about is that I want to get Amara alone. I guess her little scheme is working, because she’s all I can think about.
Amara and I both breathe a sigh of relief when we reach a clearing where a table has been set up. “It’s beautiful,” Amara murmurs, and I have to agree. Adequate shading thanks to the trees, a decadent spread, and chairs that look incredibly comfortable.
“I thought we might do a wine tasting,” Kim says, looking up at me. She’s leaning into me, clearly being flirtatious, but I struggle to play along. I know this is what I need to do to further my career. I need to schmooze with whoever Mr. Astor sets me up with, and he clearly wants me with Kim. I’m fairly confident he intends to formally pair us up… but it’s his granddaughter I want instead.
I nod at Kim and pull out her chair for her. She beams up at me, and I smile at her. She’s a wonderful woman, and had I not been enchanted with Amara, she’d be perfect for me. I understand why Mr. Astor wants us together. We’re both doctors. We’re both young and ambitious.
I catch Amara gritting her teeth as she sits down next to Kim, and I sigh. I feel so fucking helpless. No matter what I do, I’m in the wrong. Technically Kim is my date, but Amara… what is she even?
I sit down opposite Kim, and she leans into me as she pushes a wine glass my way. “Try this, Noah.”
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