Page 19 of Noelle's Secret Admirer

“Sorry, if I knew you guys were coming, I would have ordered more,” she added.

“It’s all good. We were just heading out,” Jack said, getting up from his sprawl across my workbench.

“You were?” I asked, my voice a mixture of relief and confusion.

“Yeah, I need to get back to Kyra. We have a doctor’s appointment this afternoon,” Jack said, alluding to his heavily pregnant wife.

“I can’t believe that little munchkin is so close to being here,” Noelle replied, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

It was Nick clearing his throat that pulled my attention away from her. The knowing look he shot me through his squinted eyes sent a chill down my spine.

“Mom wants me to bring Trinity by for dinner tonight. Will you be at the house?” Kane asked Noelle, unaware of the tension.

Before answering Kane, she cast a quick glance at me, immediately realizing her mistake. “Uh, yeah, maybe. I have a lot to get done beforehand, though,” she replied, her cheeks flushing. Luckily, no one noticed but me.

The guys bid their goodbyes and left, and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. I pulled Noelle into my arms, my body craving her proximity.

“What was that about?” she asked, her voice muffled against my chest.

“They came by to give me shit for not going with them last night,” I confessed.

“I told you that was a mistake,” she murmured.

“Yeah, well, it’s a little too late for it now. Besides, how was I supposed to tear myself away from you?” I replied, my words causing her to giggle.

She looked up at me, her eyes soft, “Listen, I’m not here to tell you how to live your life, but if you don’t want us to get found out, then you are going to need to do a better job of keeping up appearances.”

“Me? You were the one whose eyes shot straight at me when Kane asked if you’d be at the house tonight.”

“I guess that wasn’t a good move, either.”

“Come on, let’s take this upstairs.”

I was keen on spending some private time with her and I climbed the stairwell behind her, my gaze focused on her round ass. My appetite swiftly changed from food to Noelle. When the door to my apartment closed, I dropped the bag on the counter and pulled her towards my bed.

“What are you doing? We need to eat,” she protested, trying to stifle her laughter as I showered her neck with kisses.

“I am going to eat.”

“Max, don’t you need to get back to work?”

“Rocco can handle it.”

I reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Her large breasts were bound by another lace bra and they bounced as she laughed and tried to push me away.

“I have an idea.”

The tone of my voice must have caught her attention, because she froze and looked up at me. “You do?”

“How do you feel about ropes?”

“As in, to tie things together?”

“As in, to tie things up.”

“I mean… I have nothing against them. Should I?”

“I want to show you something.”