Oh my god. That reminds me.
The things he’s saying to me aren’t fully absorbing. It’s too much to hope for. It’s too much to acc ept.
But at the mention of magical babies, my very urgent issue comes roaring back into the spotlight.
Since there’s little to no chance Noah will leave if I ask him to and since I really need to figure out what to do,
I blurt it out. After all, he’s as much a part of this needing-to-google-it-immediately situation as I am. “I forgot to
take my pill.”
“What pill?” “The pill, Noah. All weekend. It just completely slipped my mind. I remembered right before our
meeting this morning. I came home so I could take all three. But I need to find out if that would work.”
“Work?” He’s silent for a few seconds, until what I’m explaining to him fully processes. “You mean... you
might already be knocked up with my magical baby?”
It’s not helping that he ke eps describing it like that. It’s also not helping that the pure emotion on his face at
that exact moment, which I could only describe as uncut joy, makes me fall sort of utterly and distressingly in love
with him. Even more than I already was. “I mean... I doubt it could happen that fast.”
“It could definitely have happened that fast, Irish. We fucked non-stop.”
“God. I know we did. But it doesn’t always happen the first time.” Even if he is evil—and all signs are
pointing to the fact that he very much isn’t— he feels too good to push away. Which could be extremely
problematic because I’ve known the man for a grand total of three days and my entire life already seems to be
insistently winding itself around him like a tenacious super-strength vine with seeking, coiling tendrils that won’t
take no for an answer. Almost as though it desperately wants to ke ep him.
“What about the second, third, tenth or fifteenth time?” “No wonder I could barely walk this morning.”
Despite everything, we both laugh. He places his warm, strong hands on my bare thighs, slowly sliding them up.
He leans close to whisper in my ear. “Are you wet for me, baby girl?”
I place my hand on his chest. “Noah. This is serious.” “So’s my fucking hard-on, Irish. I missed you so much.
Don’t ever do that again.”
“Do what?” “Leave. Always wake me up.” Always. Like we’ll have a thousand more mornings. I suddenly
crave those thousand mornings with my whole entire heart. His fingers slide over my—yes, saturated, because this
man has an effect on me I can’t control—panties, easing the stretchy lace to the side.
I think about trying to stop him. I should stop him. We haven’t resolved any of this.
But then his fingers glide over my clit and I forget why I’m mad at him. I reach for him like some internal
motherboard is in control of my actions, rubbing my palm over the front of his pants. Jesus, he wasn’t kidding
about his hard-on. It’s only been a few hours but it shocks me all over again how freaking huge he is.
Noah releases himself, kissing me as I grip his hot, thick, gigantic cock. We’re both breathing hard, sort of
frantic to taste and feel each other, like we’ve both been suffering from withdrawal and need our fix.
Noah guides his cock to my slick pussy, barely pushing into me. I moan into his mouth because nothing has
ever felt so good as Noah Steel—or Maddox—whoever the hell he is, he feels like mine.
He doesn’t pull back, but he slows down, holding my face to murmur, “So are you going to acc ept Blue Sky’s
offer?”
I arch toward him, gripping him, squirming to take more of him. “You couldn’t have been a little more
creative with the name? Like, maybe Azure Blue Sky Enterprises? Or Periwinkle Blue Sky Enterprises? Maybe
you’re the one who needs a consultant.”
“I’ll change the name to whatever the fuck you want it to be if you’ll just say yes to me. All you have to do is
initial it and I’ll get my lawyers to draft it up for our final signatures.”
He pushes de eper into me and the stretching burn makes me gasp. “You really have fifty million dollars sitting
around burning a hole in your pocket?”
“I know you’re obsessed with what’s in my pocket, Irish.” He thrusts all the way in and I moan.
Oh god, I’m about to come. And I can’t help it. “Is that fifty million dollars in your pocket or are you just
happy to see me?”
We both laugh and the movement rubs against a perfect trigger de ep, de ep inside me. If he would just do that
one more time...
I’m writhing on his big cock as he holds me still, like he’s prolonging this. He knows I’m on the brink. He’s
making me wait for it. “And to answer your question, yes. I want to invest in you. In us. I’ll spend every penny I
have to make you happy, Lucky Irish. I’d let my entire empire crumble to the ground to have you. I know it’s fast,
I fucking know that. But I love you. I love you.”
I love you too. Even though it’s much too soon and this is happening at lightning speed and I haven’t spoken
those words since I was three years old. “You can always move to Ireland with me and we can sle ep on a futon if
we have to.” I cry out as his unbelievably thick cock fucks me hard and de ep. “This isn’t helping me google my
question about missing all those pills, Steel,” I breathe. “I’m still calling you Steel, by the way. Because a certain
part of you feels like a hot, newly-forged pillar of it.”
“You mean this one?” He grips my hips and pulls out a little before driving even de eper. He’s so de ep, I get
that sense again of being completely possessed by him—that addictive one, where I want him there with all my
heart, stuffing me so full of his starry pleasure and his skewering beauty. Changing my life.
“Oh, Noah. Oh god.” “Say yes, little Irish. Stop taking your pills. Acc ept my offer. Come home with me
tonight. Move in with me. Have my magical babies. Say
yes.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”