What He Guards(8)

I breathed a sigh of relief as I stepped inside Noah’s office and shut the door behind me.

He was standing at his desk in front of the windows, and when he saw me, his eyes raked slowly up my body, taking in my shoes, my legs, my hips, lingering on my breasts before meeting my eyes.

Desire burned bright in his gaze, and heat pooled in my belly.

“Come here, Charlotte,” he commanded.

I walked over to him slowly, until I was behind the desk with him. I blushed, suddenly self-conscious. I wanted more than anything to please him, to be enough for him, to look the way he imagined me to look when he picked out these things for me.

He reached down and undid the button that held my jacket together, and my breath caught in my throat, my heart stopping as he slid the soft material over my bare shoulders, tugging the sleeves off my arms gently until I was left in just the sheer red bodysuit.

“Turn around.”

I turned around, knowing my ass cheeks were exposed to him, knowing he was surveying my body. I flushed and turned back around quickly, but he wasn’t going to let me off that easily.

“Again,” he said gruffly. “Slower this time.”

I did as I was told, goose bumps breaking out on my arms even thought my skin felt flushed.

“God, you are so fucking sexy,” he said, brushing his thumb over my cheekbone. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, enjoying the feel of his touch. He skated his hand over the side of my body, down over my waist, my hips, my thighs. Then he took my hand and led me over to the corner.

“I have some work to finish before we go,” he said. “You will stay here until I’m ready.”

“Okay.” I swallowed, realizing he meant I would be standing in the corner. Is this how he was going to deal with me before we left for Force? By punishing me?

“Look at me.”

I met his gaze and he put his hand on my jaw, pulling my face gently to his but stopping right before he kissed me. Instead he moved his mouth to my collarbone, his lips grazing my skin before sliding down my body, his breath hot through the lace of my bodysuit.

I tilted my head back and breathed out. It was one of the most erotic things I’d ever felt in my life.

“Look at me, Charlotte,” he scolded. His tone was laced with authority, no longer the soft and lustful tone he’d used with me just a moment ago when he’d told me how sexy I was.

I looked at him.

He kneeled before me, and he took my hands and placed them behind my back. “Lock your hands together.”

I did as he said, interlacing my fingers together behind me.

He pushed the crotch of my bodysuit over to the side, exposing my newly bare pussy.

“Very nice,” he murmured in approval. He slid his finger up my slit and I instantly got wet.

I closed my eyes, but he growled, “Look at me.”

I looked at him, and he looked at me, and the want in the room pulsed so intense and electric I could feel it, I could see it. It was a force so beyond my control that I couldn’t help but surrender to it.

He moved his mouth close to my pussy, and blew on my exposed skin, his breath moving from hot to cold and sending tiny ripples of ecstasy reverberating through my core.

“Noah – ”

“Shh,” he said and stood up. He put a finger to my lips. “You will stay here for now. You will keep completely still. You will keep your hands behind your back and you will not say a word.”

And with that, he turned around and moved back to his desk, leaving me standing there in panting want.



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It was an hour before he let me move, an hour before he let me unclasp my hands, an hour before he let me readjust my bodysuit so that my pussy wasn’t exposed. An hour of my desire building inside of me like a boulder gaining momentum as it rushed down a mountain.

He’d spent the whole time working at his desk, making phone calls, barking orders, typing on his computer, signing papers. Every so often he would glance over at me and give an approving nod as he saw I was following his instructions.

Finally, he hung up the phone and came to me, reached down and moved my bodysuit back over so that I was covered.

He reached down and picked up the jacket I’d been wearing.

“Arms out,” he commanded.

I put my arms out and he slid the jacket onto me and buttoned it.

His hand tightened around mine as he led me out of his office and through the halls of Cutler and Associates. We passed a couple of people in the halls, but for the most part, the office felt quiet. But not from a lack of work. There were people in the building, but the franticness of meetings and appointments had slowed down, replaced by the humming drone of writing briefs and researching cases.

When we got to the elevator, Noah pushed the button for the garage, not the lobby.