LOGINNoah blinked rapidly, somehow trying hide the hunger in his eyes and doing a shit-poor job at it.
I gasped dramatically, my gaze dropping to the very obvious, very impressive bulge straining against his jeans.
"Holy shit, Noah... you're hard as fuck," I mused, biting my lip in approval. "Damn, didn't expect this from the shy nerd."
His face turned crimson as he scrambled to cover himself, stammering, "Oh s-shit, I-I'm sorry!"
I pouted, placing my hand over his. "Oh, sweetheart... don't be." My voice dropped to a whisper as my fingers trailed down, right over the hard outline in his pants. "I can fix that."
"A-aria w-what-are-you..." Poor Noah. He tried to form words, really, he did. But the second I swung my leg over his lap, straddling him, all coherent thought seemed to leave his body.
"Shhh," I cooed, running a teasing finger down his chest. "I see the way you look at me, Noah. No need to be shy now."
Reaching up, I slowly removed his glasses, sliding them off his face with deliberate care. "Let's start by taking these off first," I whispered, my lips hovering just over his.
God, he was so fun to play with.
I leaned in closer, letting my lips hover near his ear as I whispered, "Can you guess what I'm wearing under this shirt?"
Noah's eyes flickered down my body, darkening with something he probably didn't even realize was pure, unfiltered hunger.
"W-what?" he stammered, throat bobbing as he forced himself to look anywhere but at me.
I smirked. Adorable.
"Nothing," I murmured, my warm breath teasing his skin. "Wanna see for yourself?"
His entire body tensed. "Uh, I-I d-don't think we should-"
He didn't finish that sentence. Because the second my fingers began unbuttoning my oversized shirt-slowly, deliberately-he went silent.
I slid the fabric down my shoulders, exposing the soft curve of my bare breasts, and-
Oh. My. God. His reaction was priceless.
Jaw? Dropped. Eyes? Wider than the Grand Canyon. Breathing? Practically non-existent.
He was struggling-physically struggling-to process what was happening. And I? I was thoroughly enjoying it.
This guy fell into my palms within a second. He never stood a chance. I wanted to laugh at how easy it was.
The shy, stuttering Noah was gone. In his place? A man with dark, heated eyes and a hunger that sent a delicious shiver down my spine.
He wasn't hesitating anymore.
I grabbed his hand and placed it on my bare breast, smirking as I whispered, "Go on, touch me."
He sucked in a sharp breath. "Oh my god," he muttered before his fingers tightened around me, his grip turning from hesitant to possessive.
Then-without warning-his mouth was on me, hot and desperate. His lips latched onto my nipple, sucking hard, his tongue flicking just right, making my head fall back as a needy moan slipped from my lips.
The sound of his belt unbuckling was barely a warning before he was completely naked.
Holy shit.
"Wait-hold on," I breathed, barely keeping it together.
His eyes flashed with frustration until I pulled out the condom and handed it to him. He blinked, looking half-surprised, half-impressed. Probably wondering when the hell I had time to grab it.
Noah wasted no time. Within seconds, he rolled it onto his very impressive cock, his hands already back on me, roaming, gripping.
I lifted my shirt over my head just as he grabbed my ass, yanking me down onto his lap.
And then I was riding him.
"Fuck." My nails dug into his shoulders as he filled me, stretching me perfectly. "This is exactly what I needed."
"Oh yes, Noah! Don't stop!" I moaned, arching against him as his hands guided my hips, his grip firm, demanding.
His lips brushed against my ear, his voice dark and possessive. "My god, Aria, you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock."
I gasped as he slammed me down harder on his cock, taking control, owning my body, making me feel every thick inch of him and showing me who was in charge.
Where the hell was this Noah hiding all along?
We came twice-breathless, desperate, lost in each other-before diving into a third round.
And that's when the door flew open.
"AHHHH! What the hell, Noah!?" Katherine shrieked, squeezing her eyes shut like she just walked in on a crime scene.
"Oh shit!" Noah cursed, scrambling like his life depended on it.
I sighed dramatically and casually climbed off him, stretching like I wasn't just bouncing on his dick a second ago.
Katherine, meanwhile, was losing her mind.
"What is wrong with you both!?" she screamed, while poor Noah wrestled with his pants like they had personally betrayed him.
I rolled my eyes as I leisurely buttoned up my shirt. "God, Katie, stop being so dramatic. It's not like this is the first time you've walked in on me doing this."
"Yeah, but this time it's my brother!" she snapped, looking personally offended.
Across the room, Skylar stood there gawking-not at us, but at Noah's very obvious problem.
Still very hard.
Poor guy, they didn't even let us finish first.
"My poor eyes!" Katie whined, throwing her hands up. "How do I unsee this!? You both have assaulted my vision!"
I giggled.
"It's not funny, Aria!" Katherine groaned. "My brother? Seriously? This nerdy idiot!?"
Sky snorted. "Oh, you should see his nerdy dick."
We died laughing.
"Eww, gross!" Katie gagged, looking absolutely traumatized. Then she turned on Noah, who was now fully clothed but still looking like he wanted the earth to swallow him. "What the hell are you even doing here?"
Noah cleared his throat. "You... um, forgot to return my credit card yesterday. I came to get it, but you weren't here, so I waited-"
"Yeah, and you kept yourself busy by fucking my friend on our poor couch," Katherine cut in, glaring at him.
Sky shook her head solemnly. "Yeah, that couch has been through a lot."
Katherine groaned before yanking the credit card from her purse and chucking it at Noah. "Here. Take it. And leave!"
Noah sighed, rubbing the back of his neck before turning toward the door-then, at the last second, he spun around and casually walked back to me.
And pecked my cheek.
The gasp that left Katherine's mouth was priceless.
"B-before I leave, I j-just want to say, uh... I-I love you, Aria. I love you more than the herd of wildebeest love stampeding Mufasa. I want nothing more than to be your boyfriend."
Oh, boy.
Yeah, that's not happening. Unless he's cool with me banging other guys, which I highly doubt.
He's back to his awkward, nerdy self again, and I cannot believe this is the same guy who just had me moaning his name like a paid soprano. I open my mouth to gently (or not so gently) tell him that falling in love with me is a horrible idea-
But of course, Skylar beats me to it.
"That is a terrible move, dude. Save yourself the heartbreak," she deadpans.
"NOAH, OUT!" Katie screeches, stomping her foot like an angry toddler.
Noah practically zooms out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him so hard the walls shake.
Silence.
Then Katie rounds on me, hands on her hips, glaring like a disappointed mother.
"I cannot believe you just had sex with my little brother, Aria."
"But his dick wasn't so little," Skylar casually throws in.
Katie whirls on her, eyes blazing, but Sky just shrugs. I clamp my lips together, desperately fighting back my laughter.
"Come on, Katie," I sigh, flopping onto the couch. "I was horny, and he was available. You know how I get when I lose my job."
"Right, and you haven't considered checking yourself into a mental institution yet? You should definitely see a doctor, because your case is rare." Katie says this completely straight-faced, and I lose it.
Sky and I burst into hysterics, practically gasping for air.
"It's not funny!" Katie snaps. "He's nineteen, and you're twenty-three! You're literally his Auntie!"
Tears leak from my eyes as I double over laughing. "Really? Because he fucks like he's in his late twenties. Shit, I thought he was still a virgin, but he proved me wrong today."
"WOAH! How was it? I need every detail," Sky says, leaning forward like I just revealed top-secret government intel.
"NO. NO WAY. I refuse to hear this. Lalalalala-" Katie clamps both hands over her ears, humming loudly to drown us out.
Ignoring her, I turn to Sky. "Girl, the sex was amazing. Noah transformed into a whole different person. Like, dude was not the same shy, innocent little nerd. It was like I woke up a sleeping monster."
Sky gasps. "See? Never judge a book by its cover. And Katie, I just saw your brother's cock. Why didn't you tell us it was that big? I would've fucked him before Aria did."
"SKY, PLEASE STOP!" Katie shrieks, looking traumatized. "I've never seen it, and I never plan on seeing it. Can we please change the topic? I'm begging you. And Aria, for someone who just lost her job for the millionth time, you don't look too depressed."
I scowl. "Gee, thanks, Katie. Just when I'd finally forgotten about my horrible situation, you just had to remind me."
Katie rolls her eyes. "Relax, drama queen. I actually have good news for you."
I blink. "Oh? And what great news is this?"
She smirks. "I was with a friend when you called earlier, wailing about losing your job again. And guess what? She told me about a job interview at Dynamic Innovations."
She stares at me like she just dropped the biggest bombshell.
I stare back.
"...Okay? And why do you look like you're about to pass out from excitement?"
I turned on my heel slowly, biting my lower lip just enough to make it look suggestive. His eyes flicked to mine, and there it was—that confusion. Like he was trying to figure out why the hell I was still here.Oh, I’d show him.With deliberate slowness, I started unbuttoning my blouse, my fingers teasing the fabric as I kept my eyes locked on his.His brows furrowed. "What the hell are you doing?""I can show you better than I can tell you," I purred, letting my blouse slip off my shoulders.His eyes widened. "No, stop—stop! Just stop!" he barked, turning his face away like a damn saint.Oh, please. He was playing hard to get—I could smell it."Just stop? Or don’t stop?" I teased, sauntering around his desk, closing the distance between us.With a single finger, I tilted his chin up, forcing him to look at me. "Answer me," I murmured.Silence.I was now in nothing but a black lace bra and my leather mini skirt, my breasts perfectly on display, stomach taut, silver belly ring catchin
My stomach plummeted to my feet. My palms were already slick with sweat, and my feet? Glued to the damn floor."You’re the vomit girl, right?" He leaned back in his leather chair like he had all the time in the world to enjoy my suffering.I straightened my posture, trying to salvage whatever dignity I had left. "Pardon? W-who is that?" I feigned ignorance like my life depended on it.He arched a perfectly sculpted brow. "Aren’t you the girl who threw herself at me at the club?"Oh, fantastic. That’s how this asshole remembers me?You did throw yourself at him, my inner voice reminded me.Yes, but hearing it from him made it sound ten times worse. I mean, could he at least pretend to remember me as the sexy goddess who had him speechless? Yeah, speechless—with her vomit. My inner voice was officially a traitor. I don't know whose side she is on.I snapped out of my spiraling thoughts when he narrowed his eyes."Uh… no, I think you’re mistaken," I lied through my teeth."No, I’m not.
What the actual fuck have I done?I stared at the vomit-covered blazer in pure horror. My stomach twisted in disgust. Eww. I clamped a hand over my mouth and took a few cautious steps backward, as if I could somehow rewind time and undo this catastrophic fuck-up.“Oops,” I whispered, because what else could you possibly say.His face twisted in disgust as he ripped off his blazer and—oh, for fuck’s sake—chucked it at my face like yesterday’s garbage."Uh, I-I’m s-so sorry! I didn’t mean to—”He cut me off, his voice dangerously calm. "You’re sorry?"Okay, I know I should be focused on the impending wrath of a very expensive man, but holy mother of sex, his voice is magnificent. Deep, smooth, the kind that could turn an entire feminist convention into submissive puddles.I wonder what it would sound like if he whispered dirty things in my ear—Focus, Aria! You just violated this man with your stomach acid. Now is not the time to be fantasizing about his dick.He let out an exasperate
"Back off? Why should I?" he sneers, reeking of smoke and bad decisions. "Unless you’re offering to replace her? ‘Cause I really wouldn’t mind."God, his breath could probably set off a fire alarm, and his lips look like they’ve survived a sandstorm. How did Katie end up in the arms of this dumpster fire?I take a step closer, tilting my head with a slow, deliberate smile. "Oh, I’d love to replace her… in kicking your ass." My voice drops to a dangerously low tone. "And trust me, if you don’t want to leave here with a black eye and a bruised ego, you will back off."He scoffs, puffing up his chest like an overgrown pigeon. "Please. You’re all talk, little girl."I let out a laugh—sharp, cold, laced with pure menace. The kind of laugh that makes men shift uncomfortably in their seats. His smug look falters."You know," I muse, leaning in just enough to make him uneasy, "I happen to have some very dangerous friends in the VIP section. The kind who would love to teach an asshole like you
Katie’s excited smile dies the second she sees the blank confusion on my face. Her eyes narrow like she’s reevaluating our entire friendship."Wait… don’t tell me you don’t know the company I’m talking about."I grin from ear to ear and shrug. "Surprise?"Katie gasps dramatically. Skylar facepalms."Oh my God. She’s hopeless," Sky groans, plopping onto the couch and yanking off her earrings like she’s physically exhausted by my ignorance."Seriously, what is wrong with you two? Why are you acting like I just admitted to never hearing of Beyoncé? It’s just some company, big deal."Katie inhales deeply like she’s about to conduct an intervention. She takes my hands like she’s preparing me for a life-or-death mission."Aria. This is a huge opportunity. The pay is amazing, and it’s a secretary position—literally just scheduling meetings and looking hot in an office. You cannot miss this chance."I shift uncomfortably. "I don’t know… it sounds really serious. Are you sure I won’t get fired
Noah blinked rapidly, somehow trying hide the hunger in his eyes and doing a shit-poor job at it.I gasped dramatically, my gaze dropping to the very obvious, very impressive bulge straining against his jeans."Holy shit, Noah... you're hard as fuck," I mused, biting my lip in approval. "Damn, didn't expect this from the shy nerd."His face turned crimson as he scrambled to cover himself, stammering, "Oh s-shit, I-I'm sorry!"I pouted, placing my hand over his. "Oh, sweetheart... don't be." My voice dropped to a whisper as my fingers trailed down, right over the hard outline in his pants. "I can fix that.""A-aria w-what-are-you..." Poor Noah. He tried to form words, really, he did. But the second I swung my leg over his lap, straddling him, all coherent thought seemed to leave his body."Shhh," I cooed, running a teasing finger down his chest. "I see the way you look at me, Noah. No need to be shy now."Reaching up, I slowly removed his glasses, sliding them off his face with deliber







