15

Ingrid’s heart was pounding fast. She had never felt her chest beating that wildly and crazily before. A different rhythm, a different pulse. She could also feel the rapid flow of blood through her veins. She felt so alive tonight.

What would Pat think if she told him that she had completely ignored her celebrity crush, who was sitting right next to her? Maverick Logan wasn’t the one who made her weak in the knees. It was her boss.

“D-do you have something to say?” she asked when Noah called her name close to her ear. She tried hard not to let her shiver show.

He sighed. The warm breath that hit her ear and neck only added to the chaos in her mind.

Yes, Ingrid had known that something was going on between the two of them that night. And she also knew that Noah was aware of it too, even if he seemed to be holding himself back. And if anything, it was his restraint that seemed to fuel her desire even more.

Earlier in his car, he would’ve kissed her if they hadn’t been interrupted by the honk of Cade’s car. And what scared her was the fact that she didn’t feel any resistance to it. In fact, she had been anticipating it. She had wanted it like cold water on a hot, humid day. And when he put her thumb in his mouth… Oh. My. God. She felt a sharp ache shoot through her chest, down to her stomach, and to that sensitive place where her thighs met. In fact, she was so turned on that she felt the wetness between her legs.

She had experience when it came to sex, so she couldn’t say that what she was feeling now was new. But the heat brought by the tension between her and Noah was different. She had never been so enticed like this.

"I'm glad you stayed," Noah said.

Ingrid smiled. "I'm glad you didn’t let me go."

She didn’t know where her boldness was coming from. She was always timid, but tonight, it was like something was awakening deep inside her—something that had been dormant for a long time.

Ingrid gasped when Noah tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her closer against his body. Her hand, which was clutching his shirt, pressed against his broad chest. She felt his heart beating as fast as hers. When she looked up at him, he was gazing at her intently. Their eyes met for a moment, speaking without words. They knew right there they had gotten the answer to their question. They only wanted one thing.

“Woman, you don’t know what you’re getting into,” Noah said, his tone sounding almost like a warning.

“Try me,” she challenged, using a newfound boldness.

"You need to prepare yourself because I'm about to cross every boundary between us."

Her heartbeat had never been this out of control. Ingrid even felt light-headed. She was dizzy from everything she had just heard from him—but it was the kind of dizziness that felt good.

They were seducing each other, and she had solid proof of it when Noah closed the distance between them and claimed her lips in the most staggering kiss she had ever tasted. She had to open her eyes just to confirm that she was really kissing her boss. But it was real. She could feel everything—his lips, his teeth, and his tongue. She could also feel his desperate need, his want.

When Noah broke the kiss to catch his breath, she was the one who reached for the back of his neck, pulling him back to her lips. This time, she kissed him more passionately, without hesitation, letting him feel her hunger as a woman. Ingrid darted her tongue inside his mouth, and he eagerly welcomed it, sucking on it. She moaned when she felt his hand slide down her back, gripping her butt firmly.

The music changed, and suddenly, the dance floor went dark, leaving only flickering lights. The band was on a break, and the DJ was playing a semi-fast beat. Everyone around them started dancing.

“Dance with me,” Noah said breathlessly when their lips finally parted.

Ingrid smiled and began swaying her hips, pressing her body against his. Her hand slowly caressed his neck, then trailed down to the skin below his ear. She heard him curse under his breath.

Like an exotic dancer, Ingrid raised her arms in the air, rolling her belly and undulating her hips. Every time her body brushed against Noah’s, tiny sparks ignited inside her.

“Move with me, Sir,” she whispered seductively in his ear, surprising even herself with her sultry tone.

Noah obliged. And to her surprise, he knew how to move. Something told her he hadn’t learned to sway his body from dancing—but from something else.

Ingrid moved sensually around Noah, tossing her head wildly and rotating her pelvis and hips. Until he grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her back against him and inhaling her scent. Her eyes widened when she felt something hard pressing against her. But instead of pulling away, she pressed her backside against his arousal even more.

Noah’s hands slid to her waist, guiding her movements as they swayed together in perfect rhythm. She placed her hand over his, lifting it higher, silently telling him where she wanted to be touched. And he obeyed. His hands traveled up to her chest, caressing her.

Ingrid raised one hand and reached for the back of his head as he squeezed her breast. Everything around them started to blur, and she felt a throbbing pressure building up inside her. Then his hand slid down between her thighs. He cupped her femininity, and she began grinding against his palm.

God, help her. They were losing themselves on the dance floor. And the crowd had no idea, thanks to the dim lighting and flashing strobe lights.

Noah turned her to face him, placing one of his thighs between hers, nudging. She buried her face in his neck, moaning. He smelled so manly, so sexy. So hot.

“S-Sir Noah,” she whimpered, unknowingly grinding against his thigh, desperate for friction against her clit. She had expected to like the sensation. But she hadn’t expected to crave it this much.

Ingrid felt like an addict, consumed by the heat inside her. She was burning, aching, needing something—anything. She had to escape the maddening fire consuming her.

Then the music changed again, and it only intensified the heat between them.

That was when he grabbed her thigh and pressed his pelvis against her. Despite the barrier of their clothes, she could feel his hardness brushing against her core.

Noah began thrusting, rubbing their clothed genitals together. Ingrid matched his movements, grinding her hips in sync with him, intensifying the friction between them. Heat gathered in her most sensitive spot, begging for release. And Noah knew it—he was close to his release, too. She bit her lip, suppressing the loud moan threatening to escape. Something told her this was exactly what she wanted—what she needed. And she was going to get it. Tonight.

They kept grinding, thrusting, and chasing the pleasure that was rapidly building up. Ingrid rocked her body against his hardness, stimulating her clit, pressing against her swollen folds.

Noah held her tight and captured her lips just as she was about to explode. She moaned loudly into his mouth, eyes wide open, as shock and thrill consumed her.

Ingrid climaxed from their dry humping—right there, in the middle of the dance floor.

She could feel Noah’s body trembling as he reached his release. Their bodies trembled together as they held each other, riding the aftermath of their dirty dance. Noah hugged her tightly, as if trying to shield her from the world. As if wanting to tell her how much he had enjoyed what they had just done. As if letting her know that she had nothing to be ashamed of.

Ingrid had never known how good it actually felt to be held like this—delighting in a tight embrace.

“I made a mess,” Noah murmured as he caught his breath. He kissed her hair, pressing his face against it.

“M-me too,” Ingrid said shyly, glanced around.

No one seemed to have noticed the crazy thing they had just done. Maybe they were just thinking they were having a sexy dance. If only they knew.

“Let’s get out of here,” Noah said in a panic, then pulled her away from the dance floor.