Chapter 102
The meetings came and ended in good notes. Each party was happy with the verdicts and the clients found the deal worth it. Deals were sealed and growth was made.
Noali sat back in the restaurant till dinner is over ans Isla had no choice but to stay with him. Time stretched and contrasted, as they say in silence, each on their business.
Meanwhile, across the restaurant street stood a hooded figure dressed in black with a camera in hand. He went into position, putting Isla and Noah in the frame. He pressed the button, and the shutter went off.
The sun went below the horizon in no time, coating Brooklyn in a golden hue that stretched across the city. Noah ordered dinner for him and Isla. After they finished eating, they returned to their hotel room.
As Isla opened the door, a wave of anxiety washed over her she was about to share the bed again with her boss. The person she had a wet dream about last night. Did she moan his name aloud, too?
Noah seemed to notice her uneasiness and smiled reassuringly, “Are you well p>
Isla chewed down on her lower lip, embarrassed. “Yes,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
As prepared for bed, Isla became more and more uncomfortable. She changed into her pair of pajamas in the bathroom, trying to calm her racing mind.
After Isla was done, she came out and climbed into bed. Noah was already under the bedcovers, with his eyes closed. Isla lay beside him, trying to get as far away as possible from him.
But as she lay there, she found herself unable to sleep; her mind was racing with the thoughts of last night’s events and the awkwardness of sharing a bed with him again.
She wondered when the torture would end.
Just as she drifted off, Noah stirred beside her. “Miss Hamilton, go to sleep,” he said, his voice low and hoarse. Isla’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment, realizing that her boss must have known she was lying awake. She nodded, even though he couldn’t see her. She closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep.
Isla felt a hard dick press her ass, and the owner kept moving. It made her cunt throb. She tried to force her legs close, but a hand stopped them. Before she could understand what was happening.
Noah’s fingers have traced their way to her wet entrance, teasing and stroking her clit. She bit down on her lips to trap her moans. His fingers pushed further and her legs gave way for him to slide in.
He inserted two fingers into her, thrusting them in and out rapidly, and soon added another. She stirred languidly on the bed, whimpering. She felt an explosive release from within her flow out.
Noah finger–fucked her till she came countless times. When he was done, he inserted the fingers into her mouth and commanded her to suck on them, while he went down on her. His striking, icy blue eyes watched her gag on his fingers and her pussy throb for his tongue.
Isla’s loud ringing tone reverberated in the room. She reached for her phone on the bedside table. The bright light almost blinded her, but as she tried to reduce the brightness, she glimpsed the time. It was past 10 am.
Her eyes widened, and the pleasure she felt from beneath her disappeared.
Isla woke up feeling Noah’s arms wrapped around her. She was lying on her side, with Noah’s back against her chest. He held her close, his hand wrapped around her waist
Isla tried to move, but Noah’s arm held her fast. It wasn’t as she felt Noah’s morning hard–on rubbing her ass that she realized her dream had been rather…vivid. Blood flushed her pale cheeks, tainting them red in
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embarrassment, and she prayed silently that Noah didn’t notice,
Brenda’s red fingertips danced on the table as she waited inpatiently for Noah’s lawyer to arrive. Her right was crossed over onto her left leg stretching the hem of her black dress and her wavy shoulder–length hair swawyed lightly with the breeze that was seeping in from the window
She glanced at her wristwatch and back at the door but there was no sign of him yet.
“What’s taking him so long?” her lawyer whispered in an aside to himself but Brenda’s sharp ears caught his words,
“The douchebag always takes his time,” she said, her uneasy eyes wandering around the walls of her living room. “Coffee?” she asked, turning to face her lawyer,
“I might become Dracula if I accept another cup of coffee. Thanks for the offer, Ma’am.” he declined politely, raising his wrist to look at his watch.
A tight smile spread across Brenda’s lip and her eyes followed him to his wrist. “Let’s be patient for a few more minutes. He might show up. ” She urged, tugging at the hem of her gown gently
Isla’s orbs moved lightly on her tightly closed eyelids, she didn’t want Noah to know she had woken up before him. Noah shifted slightly on the bed and soon the bed felt lighter with the sounds of footsteps trailing their way to the other edge of the bed where she sat.
Isla felt his presence hovering over her but she didn’t budge, she forced herself to act more natural as though she was still in deep sleep,
A soft flare of air tickled her cheeks as Noah waved his palm over her face. Isla laid still like a log of a wood and Noah didn’t notice she was awake,
Quietly, he tiptoed to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him carefully, he pulled down his shorts. He turned on the tap and let the cold water run down his body,
His hands traced their way down to his hard–on and began stroking his shaft.
Isla’s eyes flung open as she heard muffled grunts and groans coming from the bathroom. Her brows knitted him in confusion, and she chewed her lips nervously,
The more her mind wandered with possible thoughts of what could be going on in the bathroom, the more hornubshe became. She thought of touching herself to the tune of his moans and imagined him touching her but it was still too early and she didn’t want him to know she was awake.
Soon the sound of rushing water stopped and silence followed. After a few minutes of silence, the creaking sound of the door made Isla close her eyes immediately.
Sounds of footsteps padding against the tiled marble floor filled the silent room.
Noah walked over to the table, picked up his phone, and dialed a number. A rhythmic beep echoed from his phone, soon followed by a husky voice.
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Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.