The ride up to the suite was sufferably long, I could feel the burn of this gaze at the side of my face, he was overpowering and overwhelming with this strong cologne of his, something told me, if it wasn't for my self preservation, I'd have slammed him by this elevator walls and kissed him.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and Noah led me down a quiet hallway lined with dark wood and gold accents. Even the air here felt expensive. When he unlocked the suite and pushed the door open, I swear my breath left my body.
Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across the far wall, revealing the entire city glowing beneath us. The lights shimmered like a million stars, reflected faintly on the polished hardwood floors. The whole space felt masculine and intentionally curated, like every piece of furniture had been chosen with precision.
A deep, charcoal-gray king-size bed dominated the room, the velvet headboard tall and luxurious, the sheets crisp hotel white with a dark throw draped carelessly at the foot. It looked like a bed a man like Noah Prescott didn't sleep in he conquered it.
To the left, a marble minibar glowed under soft lighting, holding an espresso machine, rows of crystal glasses, and a few bottles of expensive liquor. The faint scent of cedarwood and something distinctly his lingered in the air, warm and intoxicating.
"Wow…" I whispered before I could stop myself.
His lips quirked "it's alright
Alright? This place looked like a dream
The living area held a plush curved couch, a sleek glass coffee table, and an abstract painting on the wall—black strokes on silver canvas, probably worth more than my salary for the year. The curtains by the balcony fluttered gently, letting in the soft glow of the city below.
This place screamed of Noah Prescott
He watched me silently as I walked deeper into the room, my fingers trailing over the back of the sofa, over the marble countertop, over the cool metal of the minibar. I felt his gaze on me—slow, warm, unreadable.
"It suits you," I said without thinking. "Clean. Sharp. Intimidating."
He chuckled softly "what does that mean"
"That you live like a man who runs empires."
His eyes held mine for a long second, and something shifted—subtle, heavy, pulling.
I drifted toward the bedroom area, my footsteps soft on the hardwood floors. Up close, the bed looked even more dangerous. The kind of bed where something could happen. Something I'd think about for days after.
"Noah…" I turned toward him, meaning to ask him why he brought me here in the first place.
But he was already close. I didn't even hear him move.
His voice was low, almost a whisper. "You like it?"
"Yes it's beautiful" I breathed.
I took a tiny step back, but my back hit the edge of the bed. Noah noticed. His gaze flared—hungry, possessive, controlled.
He moved closer, slow but deliberate, like a man giving me every second to walk away. I didn't.
He stopped in front of me, close enough that I could feel the heat from his body.
"Noah…" My voice was a whisper.
He lifted a hand to my face, his thumb brushing my cheek. Gentle. Too gentle.
"You have no idea," he murmured, "how hard it is to be around you."
My pulse hammered so loudly I could hear it.
His body leaned in close enough to kiss me, close enough to ruin me but he didn't touch my lips.
He waited. For me.
And that made it a thousand times worse.
I swallowed, my breath shaky. "This suite… it's distracting."
He smirked. "It's not the suite, Amelia."
Heat crawled up my neck.
Then, with the softest touch, he brushed his fingers down my arm, slow, deliberate, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. "You're so beautiful, you know that?" He said
My legs nearly gave out.
Before I could respond, he stepped back just slightly like he was reining himself in with every ounce of discipline he had.
"I wouldn't do anything you didn't want to do Amelia" he said
I felt disappointed as his body heat left mine.
"What if I wanted it"
He gazed hardened on me, like he didn't believe what I just said.
"Come again" he said stepping forward
"What if I felt the same way Noah, but you're my client"
"Not anymore" he replied his mouth hovering me
"Technically you're a client of my firm, and what would the public say, you're a public figure Noah, I can't be in that kind of scene" I groaned
"We don't have to be official or in the public eye yet, we can keep things on the low for now"
"Are you sure? Cause I-
"I'll let my PR team handle this okay, you have nothing to worry about?"
"Okay" I agreed
"I want you Amelia and I need you" he whispered his mouth on my neck his voice low.
If I kiss you again…" he whispered, his lips hovering near mine, "…I won't stop at just a kiss."
I was ready to give him everything, I wanted this too, the chemistry was undeniable.
"Then don't stop" I whispered
And with that permission, Noah lowered himself on me, and with one powerful kiss, our mouths danced off each other, I couldn't get enough, he couldn't get enough.
His mouth left my lips and traced down my neck and my chest.
Gosh I've wanted this
His mouth, warm and inviting, he wrapped his hand around the back of my head, combing his fingers through my curls, it was gentle at first, but the second I felt his skin against mine, I knew there was no chance that I'd let him go.
He gently brushsed his tongue along the bottom of my lip, teasing and coaxing me, until I met him with my own. He twined his tongue with mine, pushing the kiss deeper until I let out a whimper.
I wanted more
The kiss wasn't enough, my heart was racing and blood thundered through my veins, I gripped the back of his neck, making him understand what I needed.
As if he read me, he trailed a hand under my shirt and sliding beneath my bra, and with one hand, he massaged my breast, teasing and enticing and by the time he took my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I wandered if I wanted to come there and then.
His touch was electric, intoxicating, I was five minutes in and I wandered why I resisted this pure estacy.
He proceeded to unbutton my shirt with such intensity and rush, and my pants too, I was now only in my bra and panties and I wanted that to go too.
And with no warning, he lifted me up, I held his head in support, still kissing him, showing him how much I wanted this, he led me to the bedroom and set me down gently.
I swallowed hard, readying myself to pull my underwear away, but then my breath caught and I was watching as he peeled off his tailored suit and pants, I traced every outline of him, his biceps and the way his waist tapered into the perfect vee below his six packs.
I just watched, my mouth watering and my knees weak, I was on the bed aching to touch him.
I let out a sound and then he pulled his pants and boxers in one tug to reveal the biggest dick I've ever seen.
A rush of need pooled between my legs and I wanted him on top of me, quickly, Flynn was less than average, heck he was a 2mins sex guy.
How was i supposed to fit in this?
His gaze followed mine and when he noticed I was staring at his dick, his mouth tilted to a smile.
"Don't worry baby, this is nothing you can't handle".