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Her hands flew to her face and her bright dark eyes filled with tears. But the tears didn’t fall.

  She’s good, he thought. But he wasn’t fooled. She might have forgotten, but she wasn’t all that upset about it.

  Noah glowered. “That’s kind of obvious.”

  He looked her up and down. He needed to make the situation clear to her. “Look. You can stay away all you like. Charlie doesn’t need you anymore. She has me.”

  Darla was so surprised, she forgot she was supposed to be upset. She straightened with a look of confusion. “What?’

  He sighed. “I don’t care how much of my father’s money you spend or what you do to fill your days. All I care about if that you leave me and Charlie alone. She belongs to me now. Do you understand?”

  Darla stared at him, open-mouthed.

  “Darla, do you understand me?” he asked, steel in his voice.

  He stared at her until she gave him a wide-eyed nod.

  “Good,” he said. “Now we’re going to tell Charlie that you tried your hardest to get here for her graduation ceremony, but you were delayed when your flight was cancelled due to engine trouble.”

  Darla closed her mouth. She gave him a narrow eyed assessment, studying him for a long moment. He met her stare evenly, until she inclined her head.

  “All right,” she said quietly.

  He jerked his head at her in acknowledgement before going to tell Charlie they had company.

  ****

  Noah didn’t enjoy her sister’s surprise homecoming, but he was very polite about it. Charlie, on the other hand, was grateful that Darla had tried so hard to get home in time for her graduation.

  She surprised Charlie with a lovely watch and some of the latest New York Times bestsellers. The fact she’d smudged a few of them with stains from a wineglass were beside the point. It was the thought that counted.

  It was awkward with Darla around, but Noah sat her down and presented her with a solution.

  “Charlie, why don’t we head back to the city early? My agent has the keys to my new apartment. It needs to be decorated, but it’s habitable. And who knows. It’s within walking distance of the Columbia campus. You could even stay there after school starts...you know, if you wanted to.”

  Noah’s voice had grown hesitant and he wasn’t looking at her eyes, focusing instead on their joined hands.

  Her breath shortened. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”

  He looked up. “Yes.”

  “Are you sure?” she asked, her heart pounding.

  Noah scowled adorably. “Yes, Charlie. But if you don’t want—”

  He didn’t get to finish his sentence, because Charlie had tackled him. She pressed kisses all over his face.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

  Noah started laughing. “Good. Start packing.”

  “Are we leaving now?”

  “Why wait? Darla can have this place to herself, and we can go and pick out furniture for our place. I took the liberty of ordering a bed without you. It should be delivered this afternoon. The super promised to make sure it was set up so we don’t have to be there. But the rest is bare.”

  Charlie sprang up. “That sounds fantastic! I’m going to go pack!” she called out as she ran out of the room.

  Chapter 9

  “Charlie, baby, where did you put the spatula?”

  “It’s in the drawer next to the oven,” she called out from the bedroom.

  It had been a little over three weeks since he and Charlie had moved into their new apartment. The place was perfect for them. It had two bedrooms and an extra room they converted into an office they shared. There wasn’t much of a view, but they had rooftop access to where the tenants had set up chairs and potted plants for a makeshift garden.

  Humming to herself, Charlie came out of the bedroom wearing a pair of his boxers and a tank top.

  And no bra.

  Noah had been delighted to learn that she hated wearing them. She reluctantly put one on when they went out in public, but it was the first thing she took off whenever she walked through the privacy of their front door.

  It was the highlight of his day.

  One look at those glorious breasts in the low neckline of her tank and all thoughts of dinner flew out of his head. Their decorator had delivered the little kitchen table they had picked out earlier that day. It would be a good idea to test out its sturdiness.

  As soon as she walked within range, he reached out and pulled her close, lifting her up on the table without breaking the kiss. Heat kindled and flared.

  Despite the fact they had sex two or three times a day, his desire for her hadn’t lessened. Instead the madness had simply grown stronger.

  He leaned back to pull the thin tank top off her.

  “What about dinner?” she gasped as his hands cupped and kneaded her breasts.

  He lowered his head and took a nipple in his mouth.

  “Nevermind,” she moaned as he moved to kiss and suckle her neck.

  Her hands went to the zipper of his jeans, but he stopped her by taking hold of her wrists. “No. Lie down and put your hands up over your head,” he rasped, taking off his nylon belt.

  Her eyes flared wide before she lay back, arching up in sinuous undulation that shredded his control. Looping the belt around her wrists he tied the other end to the table leg behind her hands before stripping her shorts and panties off. He stopped to kiss her parted lips. Her breath was already fast, and she was wet.

  Charlie liked it when things got a little rough, and she loved being tied up.

  After tearing his jeans open, he pushed them down and freed his shaft. Pulling her legs around him, he entered her in one smooth motion, letting out a sigh as he slid home.

  “Oh oh,” Charlie panted, rocking up to meet him.

  Noah grunted as her tight little channel gripped him like a vise. Holding tight to her legs, he began to pump harder and faster. Underneath him, Charlie writhed, her little cries threatening to short circuit his brain.

  He reached out to cover her breast with one hand, pinching her nipple before softening the sting with the flat of his palm while rocking into her over and over again.

  Charlie strained against her bonds and arched up off the table. “Oh shit, Noah!” she cried out, straining and pushing against him.

  Her pussy fluttered and spasmed around his cock, and she almost took him with her, but Noah gritted his teeth and threw his head back, fighting for control. A few more thrusts and he pulled out.

  “No,” Charlie gasped.

  “Don’t worry,” he assured her with a kiss. “I’m not done with you yet.”

  He moved to loosen the belt and took hold of her hips to pull her toward him. Using his superior strength, he pulled her off the table and flipped her around, pushing with one hand until she was bent over.

  “Spread your legs,” he growled.

  Charlie immediately complied and he sank back inside her with a groan.

  “Fuck baby, you feel so good,” he said, stroking the soft skin of her backside reverently.

  Noah loved Charlie’s firm little ass. He gave her a few playful slaps, just hard enough to give her cheeks a healthy pink glow. Her hands scrabbled on the wood grain of the table, but she didn’t try to get loose. Instead she moaned, gripping the belt tighter as her pussy throbbed around his cock, milking him with powerful contractions.

  Noah bent at the waist until the bare skin of his chest was flush against her back.

  “I love you, Charlie.”

  Underneath him, she froze. He thought she might have stopped breathing until she spoke.

  “I love you, too,” she whispered.

  Noah put his hand on the back of her neck, moving her hair aside to kiss the soft skin next to her ear. He began to pump again in slow but powerful movements. Every time his balls slapped against her, she shuddered and repeated over and over again, “I love you, too.”

  Even
tually he couldn’t contain himself any longer. Two more hard strokes, and he exploded deep inside her.

  Charlie clamped down on him, beating the table with her bound hands. “Noah!” she cried as she came again.

  He threw his head back and groaned as his cock jerked for the last time. His reserves gone, he collapsed, letting her take more of his weight. He reached up to cover her hand, tangling his fingers with hers as they both struggled to breathe in the aftermath.

  He pressed his face against the back of her neck. The way she smelled was intoxicating. Everything about her was.

  Charlie was his drug.

  He could have stayed like that forever, but the strident ring of the doorbell pulled him out of his reverie. Annoyed at having his post-coital glow cut short, he shot the front door a dirty look.

  The doorman should have buzzed him to let him know they had a visitor.

  Reluctantly he pulled out and stood up, doing up the fastening of his pants as he went. He took his belt off Charlie and helped her up. She was limp in his arms, but her legs could support her—barely.

  God, he loved her like this, flushed and rosy after a good fucking. Pressing a kiss to her lips, he pulled up her shorts and gave her a little push to the bedroom.

  “Go get dressed baby. I’ll see who this is.”

  Too tired to argue, she walked back to the bedroom while he walked to the front door to look through the peephole.

  Shit. It was his father.

  Well, he’d known this confrontation was inevitable. He opened the door and let him inside.

  Henry Masters’ face was a cold, expressionless mask. Noah had always hated the way the old man iced over. You couldn’t even enjoy a good fight with him.

  His father didn’t waste any time. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Where is Charlie?”

  Noah scowled. “In the bedroom. And she’s fine. So am I. Thanks for asking.”

  His father rolled his eyes. “I get a frantic phone call from your stepmother telling me all about how you seduced her baby sister and took her out of our home and all you give me is sarcasm?”

  Noah frowned. “And exactly when did you get this phone call?”

  “Last week. That’s not the point—”

  Noah cut him off. “It’s been three weeks since Charlie and I moved in together. Why did it take Darla two whole weeks to become so concerned about her sister? The one she left alone on her birthday and graduation day so she could shop, I might add.”

  Henry blinked. Clearly he hadn’t been expecting a counteroffensive.

  “I don’t know why it took her so long. The point is she’s upset.”

  And there was the rub. If his new stepmother was upset, his father was inconvenienced.

  “She’ll get over it. Charlie’s not going anywhere. This is our home now. It’s the perfect location in between my work and her college.”

  Henry wasn’t listening. “I still can’t believe you did this. You ripped that girl out of the only life she knew. Doesn’t she have school?”

  Unbelievable. “Weren’t you listening? Charlie already graduated from Dalton. She’s off to Columbia next. And she’ll be living here as she attends classes. With me. She loves me, so I suggest you go home and tell Darla that everything is fine. Her sister is being well taken care of—for a change.”

  Henry stared at him. “What did you say about work?”

  Noah looked down and shook his head. At least he couldn’t fault him for being inconsistent. “I got a job at Damov Industries. I’m going to be working on their next-gen hybrid engines.”

  His father’s head drew back. “Oh. That sounds like an excellent opportunity. Not as good as the one you would have working for me, but good enough. But this thing with Charlie is…it’s unacceptable.”

  “I thought you wanted me to settle down. I believe your exact words were get a real job and date a nice girl—not a racing groupie.”

  “I didn’t mean someone related to you.”

  He put his hands on his hips and stared his father down. “If I excluded all the woman in New York because you married a relative of theirs there would be no one left.”

  Henry rolled his eyes. He was going to say something else, but he stopped short.

  Noah turned to see Charlie standing in front of the hallway leading to their bedroom. She had found another one of those delicious tank tops, with a bra this time, and she had pulled on jeans over her long golden legs.

  She didn’t say anything, and instead simply raised a hand in an abbreviated wave hello. His father rubbed a hand over his face, not bothering to greet her. “This is going to blow up in your face,” he said cynically before leaning in. “Try not to get her knocked up.”

  Noah shook his head. “I make no promises. We want a big family.”

  Henry’s eyes and mouth widened in shock. Noah tried not to laugh.

  Tired of having their privacy disrupted, he gestured to the door. His father blinked and scowled, but he headed for the exit. Noah opened the door, and his father walked out, twisting to face him once he was on the other side.

  “Do what you want, but try and not to fuck this up.”

  Noah rolled his eyes. “I could say the same thing about your relationship. In that respect, my track record is considerably better than yours,” he said evenly, before closing the door and staring at it for a moment while he regrouped.

  “We want a big family?”

  He spun around to face Charlie. She didn’t look mad. Her expression was more like sympathy mixed with resigned amusement.

  “We do, don’t we? Eventually…”

  Charlie grinned and nodded. “Someday,” she agreed before the smile on her face faded into a rebuke. “But not before I finish college,” she said, pointing at him for emphasis.

  Noah put his thumbs in his empty belt loops. “Someday,” he repeated. “But accidents happen. Just in case, you better finish early.”

  Charlie rolled her eyes to the heavens as if asking for patience. Taking advantage of her inattention, Noah rushed to her and threw her over his shoulder.

  She squealed as he lifted her high in the air. He ran his hand over her ass. “I promise no babies for now, but that doesn’t mean we can’t practice making them right?” he asked as he headed for their bedroom.

  Hanging over his shoulder, her hair streaming behind them, Charlie laughed. “What about dinner?”

  “We’ll order in. I’m hungry for something else right now,” he said, giving her rear a proprietary spank.

  She spanked him right back.

  The End.

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