Chapter twelve

Noah

I’d been pacing the front deck of the beach house for the last fifteen minutes like a madman.

Pathetic? Maybe.

But the truth was simple—I wanted her. Wanted her more than I’d wanted anyone in a long, long time. Amelia had this way of getting under my skin without even trying. The way she smiled, the way she looked at me like I wasn’t “Noah Prescott, billionaire” but just… a man. A man she actually liked.

And damn, I liked being liked by her.

I checked my phone again. The picture she sent earlier? I had to actually sit down for a second. Her brown swimsuit hugging every curve, her stomach peeking just slightly, her skin glowing—

I’d replayed it more times than I’d admit.

I just needed time with her today. No work. No board members. No shareholders complaining about numbers. Just Amelia, the ocean, and whatever she’d let me have of her.

Then I saw the yacht approaching, gliding across the waves like it was bringing something sacred. I removed my sunglasses, needing to see her clearly.

When she stepped out onto the deck, my chest tightened so deeply it hurt.

God.

She was beautiful.

Sunlight hit her skin like it had been waiting for her all morning. Her hair blew softly in the breeze, and those damn bum shorts—she had no idea what she did to me.

She waved when she saw me, smiling, and just like that, the world felt right again.

I met her as the captain lowered the ramp. She jumped lightly onto the platform, wobbling just a little, and I steadied her with my hands on her waist. Warm. Soft. Perfect.

“Hi,” she whispered.

“Hi, baby,” I said, pulling her closer than I probably should have. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you.”

Her cheeks flushed, and I wanted to kiss her right then and there. Hell, I wanted to take her inside, lay her on my bed, and spend the day memorizing every inch of her.

Just us.

Just this.

She had no idea what she did to me.

The way she lit up exploring the house, the way she leaned into me when she laughed, the way she looked around like she belonged here—it made something warm and stupid expand in my chest.

“Are you hungry?” I asked.

She nodded. “Starving.”

We headed downstairs and the chef had already set a light lunch on the terrace—grilled shrimp, fresh fruit, iced wine, soft bread. The ocean breeze carried the scent of citrus and salt.

Amelia sat opposite me, taking a sip of her drink with a relaxed sigh. “This doesn’t feel real.”

“It’s real,” I said. “And you can come here anytime you want.”

Her eyes flicked up to mine. Soft. Curious. Maybe a little scared of what that meant.

“I mean it,” I added.

She smiled. “Noah… this is nice.”

We ate, and midway through her second shrimp, she looked at me.

“Do you ever get tired?” she asked.

“Of what?”

“Work. Being in charge. Everyone needing you.”

I leaned back, watching her fingers tap the table absentmindedly.

“Sometimes,” I admitted. “But it’s part of the life I chose. And I’m good at it.”

“You are,” she said quietly. “But you deserve rest too.”

I stared at her for a moment. No one ever told me that. Not sincerely. Not without wanting something.

“Maybe you’re the rest I need,” I murmured.

My cock twitched, I needed her so bad, my caramel goddess

I think I was staring hard for so long cause I heard her say

“Noah did you hear me?” She said with those soft lips of hers.

“I’m sorry this can’t work” I said standing up and coming around her, bringing her up to me.

” I lowered my mouth to hers, swearing to myself it would just be the one kiss for now. I’d planned to romance Amelia, to feed and pamper her all night. But the second our mouths touched, it set off an avalanche of need, and I gripped her closer.

“Noah, your staff are watching us” she protested.

“Who cares?”

“Well I do, can we go to your room” she said looking so innocently at me.

“Sure thing baby” and with one swoop I carry her inside, up the stairs and to my master bedroom.

I could hear her gasps when she saw the view, but I wasn’t here for that, what I wanted was backing me right now and headed for the Celing to floor windows that overlooked the ocean

“Noah this is so beautiful, I could take this view for ever” she said smiling

“You’re the perfect view” I replied closing on her back, encircling her waist with my hands, that ass was made for me.

“Noah, are we dating now, do we have to put a label on this” she asked drawing my thoughts back to earth.

“We don’t have to label anything right now baby, I’ll do whatever you’re comfortable with, I like you and I care about you, that’s all I need you to know” I said assuredly

“Okay” she whispered licking her lips and staring at mine

Fuck me.

I kissed her with such need and want,

She opened her mouth and touched her tongue to mine, groaning as I pulled her closer.

So sweet . . . her skin was so soft. It smelled like honey and sheabutter, and I drew back and managed to grin down at her.

“You smell delicious. If that was a trap to try to get me to go down on you, it was a wasted effort. It’s pretty much all I think about anyway.”

Her cheeks went pink with pleasure and her gaze shot to my mouth. “You have a great mouth, Noah” she admitted softly.

Her words sent a hot rush of blood to my cock and I dived back at her with a growl, this time going for her neck. I trailed my tongue over the silky skin and closed my teeth gently over her flesh as I let my hand roam up her rib cage to cover her breast.

Her nipple instantly hardened, and I rubbed it between my fingers. Her back bowed, pressing her closer against me, smashing her pussy tight against my needy cock.

How could I have missed this so much when we’d only done it once before?

Damn, though, that once had been a mind blower. As I recalled how her cunt felt squeezing my fingers, dinner suddenly seemed like a waste of precious time.

I led her to the king size bed and lowering her down. I wanted to rip off this damn bikini suit.

With her deep, throaty moan spurring me on , and with nimble fingers untied the robe at the back of her bra. Her pert breasts spilled forward and the breath whooshed out of me.

I pressed my hand to the small of her back, urging her to arch forward as I caught the tip of one breast between my teeth. She curled her legs around my hips and let her head fall back as a moan escaped her lips. Realizing that I still had a free hand, I slipped it between us and I set her bikini bottoms aside. She cried out as I cupped her her middle,

I sucked hard, drawing her nipples deep into my mouth, my tongue on it before letting it go.

“You’re so fucking wet baby”

She let her head roll foward, “I want to feel you Noah”, her hands under my shirt urging me to remove it,

Her hands traveled down to my waistband of my sweatpants gripping my dick, I was reeling from

Pleasure.

I curled my fingers around her underwear and yanked hard. She gasped, shivering as they came away in my hand. I let them fall to the floor and then cupped her waiting pussy. The wet heat branded my skin as I palmed her gently.

“Noah” she breathed “please fuck me”

I wanted to enough time to her, but if she wants me to fuck her hard, that’s what she’ll get.

I released her and used my both hands and slipped my pants, springing my shaft free, it bobbed between us and I grabbed hold, pausing to take in her perfect pretty cunt , she was totally open to me, wet and wanting

I moved my hand around my shaft, up and down wishing I was everywhere on her body.

“Condom” I muttered “i need to go get….

“No no I’m on the pill and I’m clean” she said breathlessly “are you…

“Yes baby I am “ I I growled in response, the thought of going raw only made my dick harder.

I pressed myself into her and arched forward, flexing my jaw to keep from letting a string of curses fly. Her cunt fit me like a glove, cupping me, squeezing me, milking me with every inch I fed her.

“God, Max.” She gasped, rolling her hips and clutching at my shoulders. “You feel so good.”

I tried to think, tried to keep it all controlled and together, but it was a lost cause. I groaned and gave in to the wildness, plunging forward as deep as I could go. She reached around and closed her hands over my ass, urging me on with wordless whimpers as I pumped into her, using her hips to guide her response, forcing her onto my cock again and again in long, deep strokes.

She began to moan my name, over and over, slowly, softly at first and then faster, and I rammed deeper.

“Take that cock, babe.” I groaned, knowing how close she was, watching transfixed as her mouth dropped open and her eyes opened wide. “Take it all and let me feel you come for me. Let me feel it.”

I slipped my hand between us to massage her slick clit with two fingers, and then it was over. She was screaming as she jerked and shook against me, her cunt closing over me again and again.

The sensation set off a firestorm, sending blood pumped through my veins as my cock jerked and fired off, spurting into her as I groaned her name.

“Fuck Amelia, yes fuck, you feel so good”

We stayed like that for a while, to recover from the instensity. She rested her head in the crook of my neck.

“That was so good” she whispered

“You’re welcome baby” I said and slipped out of her and laid beside her

I wanted this to be my life, Amelia beside me every morning, I wanted her like this, naked beside me. Always

We were interrupted by a knock on the door

Knock knock knock

I froze, not now

Not fucking now.

“I’ll be right back baby” i said kissing her forehead pressing into her.

This had better be a fucking emergency.

I opened the door and it was my driver Dean, holding out a phone.

“It’s Sadie, she says it’s an emergency and very urgent”

I was pissed, I took the phone, trying to calm myself

“I thought I told you explicitly that I didn’t need any meetings today, it’s Saturday for Christ sakes sadie” I said running my head through my hair

“I’m so sorry Noah, but it’s urgent, if it wasn’t I wouldn’t have called and pulled you out of your honeymoon”

What the fuck.

“I’ll be there” and I hung up

My jaw locked so hard it hurt.

Of course.

Of fucking course the world remembered I existed right now.

“Prepare the yatch for me” i said to Dean,

“Yes sir” he replied.

I was headed back to the master bedroom, and there she was, fast asleep. It pained me so much I was leaving her. Part of me wanted to forget everything and hop into bed with her. She made me full, my heart full. Gosh I hated leaving her like this.

I wrote a note, kissed her forehead and left the room as quickly as I could, before I changed my mind.

I was on my yacht, checking my watch, hoping to God the company was collapsing, because God help me, I was going to strangle someone for this mess.

We stayed like that for a long moment, breath tangled with breath, hearts beating in the same slow, satisfied rhythm. Her body was warm against mine, her skin still damp with sweat, her legs tangled with mine beneath the sheets. Amelia rested her head in the crook of my neck, her fingers lightly tracing my chest like she was drawing invisible shapes only she could see.

“That was so good,” she whispered, her voice a soft, tired sigh against my throat.

“You’re welcome, baby,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple before gently slipping out of her and collapsing beside her.

For a moment, I just stared at her. Hair spilled messily over my pillow, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from kissing me. She looked completely, beautifully undone. Mine.

And God…

I wanted this to be my life.

I wanted her like this every damn morning. Naked beside me. Peaceful. Real.

Amelia made everything else fade.

She made me feel real.

Then….

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I froze.

No.

Not now.

Not fucking now.

I closed my eyes, jaw tightening so hard I felt it in my teeth. Whoever was behind that door had better be calling about a global disaster.

“I’ll be right back, baby,” I whispered, kissing the top of her head, breathing her in one more time before peeling myself away from her warmth. I pressed into her for a second needing the anchor before forcing myself to stand.

The knocking continued.

I swung the door open, irritation radiating off me like heat.

Dean stood there, stiff and nervous, holding out a phone with both hands. “It’s Sadie, sir. She says it’s an emergency and very urgent.”

My mood went from irritated to murderous in a heartbeat.

I snatched the phone, inhaling once, trying to pull myself together before I lost it completely.

“Sadie,” I said sharply. “I thought I told you explicitly that I didn’t need any meetings today. It’s Saturday, for Christ’s sake.”

I ran a hand through my hair, pacing once in the hallway like a caged animal.

Sadie’s voice came through the phone, rushed and apologetic. “I’m so sorry, Noah, but it’s urgent. If it wasn’t, I would never have called—especially not today. I didn’t mean to pull you out of your honeymoon.”

Honeymoon?

What the fuck.

My chest tightened—anger mixing with disbelief.

Honeymoon?

Who the hell said anything about-–

“I’ll be there,” I snapped, and hung up before she could say anything else.

I stood still for a moment, breathing hard, my jaw locked so painfully I wondered if it might crack.

Of course.

Of fucking course the world remembered I existed right now.

The moment I finally had peace, had her, had the one thing I wanted… duty came knocking.

I turned to Dean. “Prepare the yacht for me.”

“Yes, sir.” He didn’t hesitate.

I walked back into the master bedroom, footsteps soft on the floorboards, and stopped dead in my tracks.

There she was—Amelia.

Fast asleep on my pillows, breaths soft and steady, her bare shoulder peeking out from the sheets.

She looked angelic.

Peaceful.

Mine.

And it physically hurt, actually hurt, to leave her.

Part of me wanted to forget the world, shut off my phone, crawl back into that bed and wrap myself around her. Lose the day. Lose myself in her again.

She made me full.

She made my heart full.

And I hated walking away from her.

I grabbed a pen from the bedside table, wrote her a note with more softness than I admitted to having, then leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead.

“Don’t stop waiting for me,” I whispered quietly, knowing she couldn’t hear me.

Then I forced myself out of the room before I did something reckless like stay.

Minutes later, I was aboard my yacht, the engines roaring to life beneath me. I checked my watch, impatient and furious, pacing across the deck as the coastline pulled away slowly.

This emergency had better be real.

The company had better be collapsing.

Because God help whoever dragged me away from her—

I was going to strangle someone for this interruption .