by Low, JA
“Miss Jones.” Noah holds the door open for me.
“Mr. Stone.” Are we role-playing? I hope so. Walking through the door into the luxurious hotel room, the floor-to-ceiling glass wall catches my attention as it looks over the Hudson, Central Park, and city skyline.
“You’re late.” His voice deepens. “I’m an important man, Miss Jones, and my time is very precious.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” Turning and facing him, I say, “It won’t happen again.”
“I’m not sure if I believe you.” Those steely green eyes flare at me.
“Can I make it up to you, sir?” I’m trying to keep in character, but finding it very hard not to smile as he looks so serious.
“How do you plan on making it up to me?” His eyes zero in on my breasts.
“I’m willing to do anything, sir?”
“Anything?” He raises a brow at me.
“Yes, sir. I need this job. I can’t lose it. Please?”
“You’d do anything to keep this job?”
I nod my head in agreement giving him my best doe eyes.
“No matter what I ask you to do. You’ll do it?”
“Yes, sir.”
Noah reaches out and caresses my face. “Such a good girl.” He gives me a wicked smile. “Now, get on your knees and show me just how much you need this job.”
Far out, this is hot. As I fall to my knees and shakily unzip his straining suit pants, the zip echoes through the room. His thick, hard cock presses against his briefs as his pants fall to the floor.
Slowly, I pull it out, feeling the weight of his need in my hands.
My mouth waters as I take every glorious inch of him inside.
My tongue licks the small bead of pre-cum off the tip, and a hiss falls from his lips at the first contact. His reaction spurs the inner porn star in me as I start to take him all in.
Noah’s hand comes out, grabbing my jaw roughly. “You’ll look at me when my cock’s in your mouth. Do you hear me, Miss Jones?”
I hum my answer around his dick, which causes creases along his forehead as I do it. I look up at his handsome face as I try to give him the best blow job of my life because let’s face it, blow jobs are difficult. They take forever, your jaw gets sore, and all men want is that false illusion of porn blow jobs.
Hats off to those women because they’re the true MVPs of womanhood. I wonder if they do courses. Like what are the tricks of the trade to last longer and not get lockjaw? How do you swallow like a champion because, let’s face it, who really wants to swallow that crap?
Noah’s fingers begin to thread in my hair as he starts to move my head further down his dick. Pushing me to swallow him as far as I can, hitting that spot that could go either way in the gagging direction, I try to breathe through it.
Don’t forget you’re role-playing here.
Channel that inner porn star and take his D like a pro.
Relaxing, I let him push further, pulling moves I never knew I had.
“Fuck, Chloe.” Noah breaks character as I suck for dear life. “Stop. Fucking stop,” he yells at me, pushing my head away.
I fall back on my heels a little surprised at his rejection.
Did I do something wrong?
Noah’s chest is heaving, a slight glisten of sweat is across his brow. “Chloe.” His hand reaches out and caresses my cheek. “Fuck! I was seconds away from coming.”
My frown turns upside down as I internally fist pump my inner porn star.
“I planned on coming with your pussy wrapped around me, not down your delicious throat.”
Far out, he’s hot.
“Now, get up off the floor, Miss Jones.”
Okay, we’re back to role-playing again.
Goodie.
“I’m very happy with your enthusiasm. But I need more.”
Yeah, I can do more.
“See that desk.” He points at the wooden desk pressed up against the window. “Go stand there with your back to me.” A shiver laces my skin as I do what I’m told, swaying my hips seductively as I make my way over to the desk. “Do not turn around,” Noah warns me. “Unzip your dress,” he orders me.
I do as I’m told and slowly unzip my dress while giving him a saucy shimmy then pulling my dress over my hips making a show out of it. Looking out at the city below, I notice I can see Noah’s reflection in the glass, and I notice he’s naked.
That man is damn fine.
“Now your bra.”
I unclasp the lacey item dropping it beside me while watching as he slowly moves toward me in the reflection.
“Now your panties.” His breath hits my skin, setting it on fire.
I do as I’m told, kicking them to the side.
Now what? The anticipation is killing me.
My eyes dart to Noah’s reflection. I watch as he moves behind me, and seconds later, I feel his skin against mine. My eyes close momentarily with delight.
“You’re on the pill, aren’t you?” Noah whispers his question, stilling me.
“Noah?” His name is barely a whisper from my lips.
“I have protection with me. I just…” His lips press a kiss to my shoulder blade. “I’m all in, Chloe,” he confesses.
I turn around to face him. This conversation feels like it needs to be face to face.
“Too soon?” Noah’s face falls a little. “I’m such an idiot,” he says as he takes a step back and begins to rake his fingers through his hair. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I—”
“Noah.” Reaching out to him, I don’t like seeing him in distress.
“It’s fine, Chloe.” He shakes his head.
“Talk to me.”
“I’ve fallen utterly in love with you, Chloe, and it’s killing me not being able to tell you. Because fuck we’ve only been dating for like what? Seventy-two hours.” I’m stunned and can’t reply. “Shit! I knew I was going to fuck it up. You’re not there yet. I get it. I… shit.” Noah begins to pace the room, my eyes falling to his ass, distracting me for a couple of moments. Walking over, I turn him around to me, cupping his face, and press the barest of kisses on his lips trying to calm him down as I feel like he’s spiraling with insecurities.
“You haven’t messed anything up,” I reassure him. “I didn’t realize you were that far gone.”
His eyes widen in surprise. “How could I not be, Chlo?”
Urgh, this man. Why is he so perfect?
“You’ve knocked me off my feet. I never thought in my life that I might get a happy ending.” As soon as the words are out of his mouth, we both burst out laughing.
“I’m pretty sure you can get a happy ending anytime you want.”
“You know what I mean.” Wrapping his arms around me, he continues, “I can’t imagine my life without you, Chloe. And, if I’m honest, I don’t want to ever imagine it without you.”
Oh Lord, my heart gives flight to hearts and unicorns and all those magical things.
“I know this is all so soon. I’ve only just convinced you to start sleeping with me.”
“I’m all in, Noah.” I smile. “You don’t ever have to doubt that.” His face lights up. “I know it took me a while, but now that I’m here with you, I’m in. The whole happily ever after thing. All of it.”
“Yeah?” he hesitates.
“Yeah.” I nod in agreement.
“Thank fuck.” Noah kisses me with everything he has, showing me just how much he’s in.
The next thing I know my ass hits the desk. Noah picks me up and places me on the cold, wooden desk, pressing himself between my legs.
“Let me ask the question again… are you on the pill?” His teeth sinking into my earlobe.
“Yes. I’m on the pill.”
“So, nothing between us then?”
“Nothing,” I tell him.
Little does he know he’s the first man I’ve never used a condom with. Even though I was going to marry Walker, I never let him convince me to take away that protection. I
must have known deep down inside he was never faithful.
But things with Noah are different, I want nothing between us. I want all of him.
He spreads my legs with his hips. Licking his fingers, he runs them through my slit, testing me, teasing me. Slowly, he nudges at my entrance, our eyes watching as he moves through my slickness, ever so gently pushing forward. Both of us hissing as he enters me for the first time with nothing between us.
“Fuck, Chloe,” he groans. “You feel. Fuck.” His eyes almost roll back in his head as I urge him further with my legs wrapped around his hips until he’s sunk deep inside me. “You’re mine now, Chloe Jones,” Noah tells me, his hand cupping my face, as his lips claim mine, and his body takes me over and over again.
“Chlo.” Ariana startles me, catching me with my dirty thoughts as I stare out at Noah’s townhouse.
“Hey,” I greet my friend.
“Are you feeling okay? You look flushed.”
“I just ran down the stairs.” This seems like a legitimate excuse to me, but I’m sure she will see straight through it.
“So, why the urgent girls’ night? What’s going on?”
“Not with me, but with someone else. That’s all I can say right now.”
She gives me a surprised look, but she knows we’ll get into it as soon as the others have arrived.
Noah’s organized a chef for tonight and a masseuse. I’m so lucky. He has work to do as we are about to open The Hamptons Estate in the next couple of weeks, but I did promise I would sneak across when everyone was asleep for a quickie.
Eventually, all the girls arrive. We’re set up in the dining room, beautiful bouquets of flowers line the table thanks to Noah. He thinks of everything. Drinks are served along with the first course—let’s all enjoy our food first before I open the can of worms.
“How’s things going with Noah?” Emma asks.
“It’s only been a week, but it feels like a lifetime already.”
“Sounds like someone’s in love,” Stella teases.
“Maybe,” I confess.
The table erupts, and congratulations are thrown around with a couple of glasses of champagne consumed.
“We’re so happy for you,” Ariana affirms.
“It’s been a tough year for you. You deserve to be happy,” Emma adds.
“Have you told EJ yet?” Stella asks.
“No. Not yet.”
Stella doesn’t look impressed. “You know he will be hurt if he knows you’re hiding it from him? He wants to see you happy. You know that?”
Damn her and her voice of reason.
“Fine. Schedule us for dinner at the restaurant. Maybe that way he won’t kill Noah.” Stella raises an unconvinced brow. “Speaking of hiding things…” I change the subject. “That’s the reason why I called this urgent girls’ night tonight. Someone’s been keeping a secret from all of us.” The table falls silent while everyone’s staring at me. “Emma…” My eyes fall on her, the tiniest bit of color drains from her cheeks.
“Noah told you, didn’t he?” I nod my head in agreement. “That buffoon couldn’t keep his mouth shut if he tried.”
Emma rolls her eyes.
“What’s going on?” Ariana asks.
I look over at Emma to continue.
“Fine.” Emma puts her cutlery down, and she takes a big swig of champagne before she talks. The table is silent with anticipation for whatever Emma is about to tell them.
“Don’t freak out or anything, but Anderson and I are married.”
Yeah, the table totally freaks out, shouting questions at her. Which makes Emma shut down.
“Come on, guys, let her explain.” I know how they feel because it’s how I was days ago when I found out.
“It was a prank that went totally wrong. It’s the easiest way to explain it,” Emma tells the group.
“Anderson’s sister is Elise Parker,” I clarify.
The table erupts again overhearing the superstar’s name.
“Calm down, guys.” Emma tries to gain order again. “Elise and Anderson like to play pranks on each other. Don’t ask me why, they’re weird.” She rolls her eyes. “I’ve known Elise for years and had no idea Anderson was her brother ‘cause of the whole different surname thing. Anyway, Elise and I like to party, and Vegas used to be our town. So, when she came, we slipped into our old ways. She found out her brother and I had gotten close. She thought I was perfect for him, and then somehow concocted her evil scheme.”
“This is the good bit,” I explain.
“One of Elise’s friends said they wanted to get married. They bought a license from the hotel or something. Someone in the group was an internet ordained minister and married these two. Elise then asked Anderson and me to sign the papers as witnesses, and because ‘hello tequila’ we did so blindly. Only thing is, it was our names on the marriage license, not the other people.”
“What the?” Lenna gasps.
“That can’t be legal?” Ariana questions.
“It is. Believe me, we tried to annul it. Except, Elise sent photos of me dressed in a veil with my arms around Anderson, and a copy of the marriage certificate to his parents.”
“Why the hell would she do that?” Stella asks.
“Because they love to prank each other. And their parents are used to their craziness.”
“So, why are you still married?” Lenna asks the million-dollar question.
“His family made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. Plus, they would disinherit him if he divorced me.”
“They can’t blackmail you to stay married to their son,” Ariana angry declares.
“There’s a loophole, and we are both using it. It’s a marriage of convenience. Everyone in New York does it. Well, the rich ones, anyway.” She laughs.
“Loophole?” Lenna asks the burning question.
“Yeah. His parents will pay me twelve million dollars if I stay married to Anderson for one year. But there has to be no scandals or bad press.”
“Shit! That’s a lot of money. Plus, Anderson is hot,” Stella admits. “I’d totally do it.” Emma gives Stella a high-five.
“I don’t get the loophole?” Lenna presses.
“The loophole is publicly. We can’t be seen with other people, but privately we can.” Emma takes a sip of her champagne feeling more comfortable about her story now it’s out there in the open.
“You’re sleeping with other people?” Ariana asks.
“Of course,” Emma states as if it’s normal.
“Are you sleeping with Anderson, too?” Lenna questions.
“We share a bed, so spooning does lead to fucking sometimes. The man is hung and knows how to use it. I’m not turning that down.”
The table falls silent.
“It’s like a Bold and the Beautiful episode.” I chuckle, trying to lighten the mood as the table has suddenly fallen tense.
The chef comes in with the main course, interrupting the simmering tension between us all before disappearing back to the kitchen.
“I don’t get how you sleeping with other people won’t get out. He’s a public figure,” Lenna tells her.
“There’s ways,” Emma says coyly.
“Do tell,” Stella pushes.
“What I am about to say cannot leave this room. Do you hear me?” Emma looks at me.
Okay, so that means no telling Noah.
I get it.
Girl code locked down in the vault.
“You remember Camryn, the gorgeous woman who organized your birthday?” Emma points to me, and I nod my head in agreement. “Well, she’s married to a man who owns one of the world’s most exclusive sex clubs.”
We all choke on our dinner.
This is the first I’m hearing of this.
Did Anderson forget to tell Noah about this, or did Noah not tell me because of bro code?
“Sex club?” Trying to swallow my lump of steak that lodged firmly in my throat, I raise an eyebrow.
Emma quickly
looks around before continuing, “I signed an NDA. I shouldn’t be telling any of you,” Emma pleads.
“Promise, my lips are sealed,” Ariana tells her.
We all nod in agreement.
“Thank you, guys. I know I can trust you, it’s just—”
“Legally, you’ll be screwed,” Lenna adds.
“Tell me about this club? Can I come?” Stella asks.
Emma bursts out laughing. “They would eat you alive, little one.” She taps Stella on her hand.
“Have you seen Anderson hook up with other people?” Because I would cut a bitch if I saw Noah with someone else.
“No. I haven’t.”
“Aren’t you worried you might develop feelings for Anderson if you’re sleeping and living with him?” I ask.
“You’re living with him?” Ariana raises her voice.
“It was part of the deal,” Emma tells her. “And no, I’m not worried about developing feelings for him. I mean we’re not wired like you guys. We aren’t searching for a happily ever after. We both just want a happily right now.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Ariana asks the question we’re all wondering.
“Honestly…” Emma plays with her food, “… I didn’t want to disappoint you guys. You’re my family,” she confesses. “I knew you wouldn’t be on board with our plan.”
“We love you,” I tell her, and the others join in, making her a little misty-eyed.
“I get what you’re getting out of this, but I don’t get what he is?” Lenna questions Emma.
“What do you mean?” Emma asks.
“He’s independently wealthy outside of his family. He could easily give you the money, and it wouldn’t make a dent in his personal wealth. I just don’t get why he would stay married, especially with the woman living with him. In his bed night after night.” Lenna’s making valid points.
“His inheritance,” Emma adds.
“Anderson is worth hundreds of millions of dollars without his inheritance. Do you think he needs more money?” Emma slow blinks at Lenna’s comments. “You had no idea how rich he is, did you?” Emma shakes her head. “Did you not Google your husband?” She shakes her head again.
“Well, least we know you didn’t marry him for his money.” I’m attempting to crack a joke, but it falls on deaf ears.
“Am I an idiot?” Emma seems deflated all of a sudden.