Tinsley's lips transform the kiss from chaste, to hungry and passionate.
Our lips meet over and over again until we've somehow crossed the distance between us.
There's an obligatory pause, my whisper against her skin as I kiss her neck.
“We shouldn't,” I whisper.
“No, we shouldn't,” Tinsley agrees in a dreamy voice.
She tilts her head back anyway, and my lips move against her collarbone, up the curve of her neck as her walnut locks spill across her back.
It's amazing how a few kisses can change your mind.
One sweep of my tongue across hers and the tension in my body melts away.
My hand grasps her hair to pull her head back gently as she eases my jacket down my arms.
The way she runs her hands along my arms makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
Never have I wanted the woman in my arms more.
I’m quickly distracted by her delicate hands as they flutter over the buttons of my crisp white shirt.
Tinsley takes no care and pops a button off my shirt in the process.
Who gives a shit.
Not me, precisely because her warm hands against my skin only make me ache to touch her, and I can't help myself any longer.
I must have this woman naked; I need to show her exactly what she means to me.
That's when I pull her dress down, around her waist, the stretchy material bending to my will as my mouth moves against her breast.
I pull her bra down with my teeth to expose the nipple there.
It belongs in my mouth, her nipple, and my tongue swirls around it.
Tinsley’s body is warm, hot with desire, and entices me to nip gently.
A long drawn out moan escapes her swollen lips.
My only aim is to expose more of her skin as I pull he dress down further along her hips until it lands on the soft carpet.
“God, I need this,” she mumbles, a soft sigh escapes her lips as I hear the sound of my belt being unbuckled.
“I need you,” I murmur, moving onto the other nipple as my hand slides into her panties, between her lips where I find her slick clit wet with anticipation.
Her hand settles on my erection, and she strokes it, only to urge me forward.
There's no going back.
We're in too deep to stop ourselves, like the whirlwind of our desire has taken hold of both of us and won't let go.
There's nothing but the want to make her feel desirable and sexy as my hand expertly slides along the sensitive nub, her hips rising against my hand.
In response, I sink my fingers inside her and press my thumb against her clit to draw out more moans from the precious lips.
Over and over again, she gasps, her grasp on my cock tightens, only to make me more desperate for this.
“Noah!” Tinsley's back arches, she bucks her hips against my fingers.
“Gorgeous,” I mutter as our lips meet, and she wraps her arms around my neck, unable to do anything but give herself over to the pleasure I coax out of her.
I curve my fingers deeper inside her until she screams my name, and cums against my touch.
Her body rocks with the orgasm as she whines, her mouth open as she clings to me.
“Oh my god!” Tinsley's eyes meet mine and widen as I continue, my fingers still deeply embedded between her legs, her heightened sensations making her legs quiver.
“Noah!” she gasps.
Her hands reach for my cock again, her strokes faster this time.
“You’re so wet,” I growl.
“Oh god!” Tinsley cries.
Her pleasurable sounds are echoing through my empty penthouse.
Tinsley shakes under my touch too much to keep her hold on reality; her hands fly up into her hair, as I watch her tremble.
“Cum for me again,” I whisper hoarsely.
I tip her over the edge as her wetness gives way, another orgasm rolls through her body as her screams of ecstasy fill the penthouse.
The sight of her a sweaty mess, as she gives herself over to my touch is blindingly beautiful.
With one last flick of my finger against her clit, she jolts at my touch, overloaded with pleasure.
The sweet smile on those precious lips ensure what I already know; she loves to give herself over to me.
Now I desperately need to sink my cock between her legs, and I pull her thong off to discard it carelessly as she rushes to push my pants further down.
Then finally, at last, the head of my engorged length slides between her tight slit and into the warmth.
A huge groan escapes my mouth as her nails sink into my shoulders.
She pulls me down against her, and her lips find mine, and our tongues swirl together as I throb inside her.
Every exquisite thrust makes my head spin.
All I know is Tinsley, the rest of the world fades into the background.
Over and over again I sink between her thighs, which trembled and shake.
I am mesmerized by the expressions on her face, and the sounds that escape her lips.
As Tinsley's eyes connect with mine, I can barely hold myself back.
This eye contact is all we need, and she looks into my eyes.
I watch her cum on my cock, her back arches as her muscles clench and shake.
“Oh my god!” She screams
She makes me lose control. I stuff her full of my cock one last time and, a growl escapes my lips.
Then comes the sweet release, the relief of orgasm, and I empty every last drop of cum inside her.
This isn't the first time, and it definitely won't be the last.
I watch her try to catch her breath, she watches me intently, as my cock flexes inside her.
Then I find her lips, and we are lost in exquisite forbidden kisses.
24
Tinsley
September 12, 2017
Athena insisted on hosting my birthday party for me.
She’s been such a dear friend, that I couldn’t say no.
I did want to say no because Connor and Noah in the same room can only spell disaster.
But what could I do?
Tell her not to invite my husband?
She’s asked me to come over on the Tuesday beforehand, to go over a few things.
Oddly enough, she requested to meet her at Noah’s penthouse.
I open the door, and everything is quiet as I drape my coat over the staircase and continue into the living room.
“Surprise!” comes the sudden screams.
All my friends, my mother, some of our family from Italy, everyone is here to celebrate my birthday!
Ava reaches me first.
“Were you surprised!” She asks as she hugs me tightly.
“Was I ever!” I can’t mask my shock.
“It was my father’s idea,” Ava whispers.
I feel the heat rise into my cheeks.
All of this? For me?
Uniformed waiters pass out hors-d'oeuvre and finely mixed drinks, barely seen between the sprinkling of guests and the lush, tropical floral arrangements covering the penthouse on every surface.
“This is amazing!” I say as Ava hands me a drink.
“Oh, I’d rather not,” I tell her.
“Nothing is worse than a drunk birthday girl,” I add.
“Don’t I know it. I’ve got a story for you, on that note, but I’ll be happy not to be the only one-” Ava stops talking.
“So, it’s true, you and Connor are having a baby?” She looks stunned.
“It’s true,” I lie because no one can know this baby is Noah’s.
We’ve decided to keep that a precious secret.
Ava nods and leads me towards my family and friends.
Someone has even hired a photographer for the occasion.
I mingle with everyone. I make sure to talk to everyone and avoid my husband as much as possible.
Of course, he doesn’t care because he can take this a chance t
o make business connections.
Who cares?
Then I spot Diego.
“I didn’t know you were in town!” I yell over the din as we reach each other.
“Yes,” he nods with a smile.
“I was at Hazel’s funeral, but I decided to take some time off, explore New York for a bit, maybe find a job,” he nods.
Diego, Hazel’s ex-boyfriend, probably always cared for her.
Probably still does.
“I’m sorry about your father Tinsley, what happened was horrible, are you alright?” He asks.
“I’m doing much better,” I say.
Though my life is a mess.
“It was good to see you,” I tell him.
“Stay for a bit, have fun!” I add as Athena drags me off to Lauren.
I’ve met Lauren Darlington several times, but I don’t like the way she hangs off Noah’s arm like a floozy.
Clearly, this is an attempt to stake her claim, but it won’t work with me.
“Hello Lauren,” I smile curtly.
“Tinsley, how nice to meet you again,” Lauren barely moves away from Noah as she shakes hands with me.
My hands automatically go to my stomach.
“How are you? Still chasing Kennedy’s or is there someone new in the picture?” I ask with a gracious smile.
Lauren’s face twitches.
I sense rage, but she is well composed, and it’s hard to tell.
“Still chasing Kennedys, I admit,” Lauren bounces back at me.
Finally, Noah disentangles himself from her to address some issue in the kitchen.
“He’s mine you know,” Lauren tells me.
I scoff at her.
“Believe whatever you want,” I tell her.
“You’ll never know the truth,” I smirk before I stalk away from her, only to be approached by more people.
It’s a whirlwind of hellos, congratulations, and everything else.
I need a moment of peace and find it in the pantry.
I get inside and close the door behind me.
It’s quieter in here, and it’s a nice change from the flurry of my birthday.
When the door opens, I assume it’s going to be one of the staff, but instead Noah steps inside.
“What are you doing in here?” He asks.
“I needed peace and quiet,” I admit.
“And I needed you,” he smirks.
“Do you like it? Everything?” Noah queries.
“Of course, it’s all wonderful! You’re the most amazing man I know Noah!” I throw my arms around him and smash my lips against his.
His lips against mine push me into that haze, where only Noah and & I exist.
When our lips finally part, I giggle because we’re in his pantry.
“You know,” Noah says deviously.
“Today is technically our anniversary,” he smirks.
“Oh really?” I smile.
“Eight years or something is it?” I tease him.
“Eight years or something,” he repeats, laughing.
“I wouldn’t trade a second of the last eight years, for anything in the world, Noah. All of it, even though it’s been hard, is more than worth it to me,” I try to explain how I feel, but none of my words seem to impress upon him how different my life would be without him.
He encouraged me to go to college. He encouraged me to be my own woman. It was Noah’s love and support that got me through my engagement when I couldn’t handle it on my own.
Noah wraps his arms around my waist.
“My life would’ve never been the same, without you,” he admits to me, in a low voice that makes all the hair on my body stand on end.
Then he kisses me again, and we make out like a couple of horny teenagers at prom until Athena opens the door.
She sighs.
“What are you doing?” Athena asks Noah.
“Nothing?” Noah guesses.
“I think my break is over,” I sigh and turn to leave.
Noah pulls me back for one last peck on the lips.
“Now you can go,” he says with a smile.
I walk backward and blow Noah a kiss just before Athena slams the pantry door shut.
Out on the terrace, it’s a beautiful New York night, and that’s exactly where I want to be, surrounded by friends and family.
The sight of the New York skyline and Central Park always gives me a rush.
“What are you doing out here?” Connor asks snidely.
“The party is inside,” he says.
“Go away,” I tell him instantly and roll my eyes.
“On second thought, does it bother you?” I ask.
“Does what bother me?” Connor responds in a bored tone.
“That this baby isn’t yours? That you couldn’t get your wife pregnant?” my tone is downright malicious.
All Connor can do is let out a cynical laugh.
“Everyone knows you couldn’t give your wife a child,” I mock sadness for him.
“Tinsley, stop it,” Connor orders me.
“No, I want to know. Everyone congratulates you on your pregnant wife when the baby isn’t even yours, to begin with, that must sting a little. The best part is that you created this mess on your own,” I laugh harshly.
“You will not-” He begins.
“I will do whatever I want Connor. That’s the beauty of the situation you put us both in, I will not bend to anymore, if I want to stand here and mock you, for your sheer stupidity, I will,” I say calmly with an elegant smile.
“Fuck,” is all Connor says.
Then he disappears, and I am left alone on the terrace, happy that I’ve managed to upset him.
Good.
He deserves what he’s getting.
Though somehow, in the back of my mind, I remember those tabloid pictures, of Lauren and Noah, splashed across the covers and every website I can think of.
And what she said to me?
In front of Noah?
I’m sure he didn’t even hear her.
He would’ve spoken up for sure.
My assumption is that Lauren is just jealous.
What could she do to us anyway?
25
Noah
September 19, 2017
“What do you mean, you're going to buy me out?” I ask Connor.
I am dumbfounded by this.
After everything, I've done for Whittaker! This is what I get?
Being bought out?
Probably for no other reason than he wants me away from his wife, which ultimately will fail to keep Tinsley and me apart.
My expression, however, does not betray a thing.
“I don't think it's a good idea for you to be involved anymore,” he says.
Connor's weak chin wavers for a moment before he looks up at me.
“It's nothing personal Stone; I believe you've had your time at Whittaker as we move into the future, with this merger, it's time for some changes,”
“Well, that's understandable,” I lie to him.
He's also a terrible liar.
This is just him being vindictive.
I sit across from him, acting professionally when I want to rip his head off.
Just one punch would bring me much satisfaction.
“I'm glad you understand,” he says with a smile.
It’s a smile that unsettles me.
“My wife thought it would be best if you were no longer attached to the company,” he adds.
“I can understand that,” I nod curtly.
“Congratulations on the baby by the way,” I say.
“Thanks,” Connor accepts my congratulations.
His professional public relations smile now in place.
“We're very excited. It was a surprise to both of us,” he says.
I’m half convinced the baby isn’t his, with his lackluster response.
I also don't believe him.
Tinsley and I talk on the phone, we text, there is
no manner of communication that's out of bounds.
I want to tell him I slept with his wife out of malice, but I don't want to hurt Tinsley.
Another awkward situation where I have to convince myself that beating him to a pulp will not bring me the satisfaction I need.
The satisfaction I need?
That will only come from their divorce.
“Have the papers drawn up, and call my office,” I tell him.
The amount of money he's about to hand over trumps any ill feelings I have towards this deal.
Besides, it must be a lie that Tinsley wants me out.
“I'll do that,” he pauses awkwardly.
“Would you like a drink?” Connor asks with hesitation.
“I've got a lunch meeting,” I lie.
“Alright then. I'll see you around,” Connor nods.
“Of course,” I reply.
But don't count on that, I add silently to myself.
The only Bradford counterpart I intend to see shortly is Tinsley.
Right on cue, I get her phone call as I exit the building.
“Where are you?” she demands.
“I just walked out of Connor's office,” I huff.
“Oh,” Tinsley's voice sounds far off for a moment.
“What happened?” She asks.
“I suspect you knew he was going to buy me out of my investment?” I question.
“You're not upset, are you?” her distress is apparent.
“Of course not. I was never a fan of his. The money makes up for it, in any case,” I explain.
“Good,” Tinsley’s voice lightens.
“Do you want to grab dinner?” She asks.
“I've got dinner with Lauren. I wish I could cancel, but unfortunately, she's rarely in town,” I sigh.
Suddenly I want to cancel on my old friend just on the prospect of time with Tinsley.
“Oh, okay,” Tinsley seems a little sad.
“How about I cancel?” I suggest.
“I don't particularly like the idea of you alone, sad,” I add.
“You would do that?” she says in a cheery voice.
“For you? Of course. Is Connor going to work late tonight?” I ask.
I have another motive for asking this of course.
“He always does,” Tinsley replies without care.
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