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  “Admit it,” Tinsley starts, “You were staring at my ass the day you fell.”

  “You know I was,” I whisper in her ear, smacking her ass before running again.

  She sticks her tongue out at me.

  We can't help ourselves, even in crowded Central Park, with the lush natural surroundings, a crisp blue sky overhead, and the general buzz that comes with a fabulous fall day, all we see is each other.

  Today I see why she is in fantastic shape.

  Tinsley is an incredible runner, and I have to do my absolute best to keep up with her, running after her most of the time.

  She doesn't take breaks; she doesn't even waver in her pacing.

  Her form is astounding, and this only makes me admire her more.

  She is even more energized after seven laps around the reservoir, at her request.

  “You want to run back, Mr. Stone?” she says, as she sips some water.

  If she calls me Mr. Stone, I won't have to face the temptation to take her back to my apartment and defile her, even though I want to.

  “I think I'm okay,” I say, pretending to be out of breath, and Tinsley shakes her head.

  “Don't you tease me, Noah,” she says. “I know a setup when I see one,” she smiles.

  My hand almost drifts into hers several times on the short walk back, and it isn't until we are standing in my kitchen, drinking water, that I realize where we are.

  In my empty Penthouse on a Friday morning, with no one around.

  Alone.

  Again.

  This doesn't bother me, however.

  “You realize,” Tinsley taunts as she walks towards my bedroom, showing off the sports bra with a zipper in the front.

  “We never finished where we left off,” she says.

  “Didn't we?” I ask, following her even though I'm aware I shouldn't.

  This is going to a dangerous place.

  A wrong place for everyone but us.

  “I think I shall take a shower, Old Man,” she says, haughtily.

  She walks backward, towards the bedroom, and I'm taking off my shirt.

  Nothing is running through my head, about propriety or anything else, just the desire to have my hands on her body.

  Tinsley turns on the rain shower and runs her hand under the water until it's warm enough.

  She takes her hair out of her ponytail, running her hands through it.

  I lick my lips as she unzips the sports bra, unhooking the clasp and slipping it off to reveal ample breasts and erect nipples.

  I want them in my mouth, now.

  But she isn't finished teasing me.

  Tinsley turns around, blocking my view, pulling her shorts down, and bending all the way over, giving me a beautiful view of her round ass, and more.

  She takes a moment to contort her body, hugging herself against her legs, head upside down.

  “Are you interested in joining me?” she smirks.

  Her slow rise, the way she arches her back, and turns her body slightly towards me before stepping into the shower has the dragon in my track pants roaring.

  Dear God, where did this woman come from?

  Did He create her specifically to torture me?

  When I step into the shower naked, Tinsley is washing her hair, the smell of my shampoo mixing with the steam as she stands under the spray.

  I smirk down at her because the suds running down her body means I absolutely must help her.

  There's nothing proper about this, and all I want to do is make her scream explicit things, but I take my time.

  Soon enough she will be.

  It is a long process, soaping up her body, watching the water wash it away, going from her shoulders, all the way down her fantastic legs.

  I need to pause at her breasts; I pay extra attention to them.

  Hypnotized at how they look in my hands, I can't stop myself from doing things to her.

  I swirl my tongue around her erect nipple, then pay equal attention to the other one, listening to her pleasured gasps.

  No one has touched her before.

  I love being the only man to have touched her.

  This sends my senses spiraling into a state of arousal I’ve never known.

  Tinsley pushes me into the spray, a grin on her lips as she soaps me up and washes me down.

  Her hot hands on my body make me unable to help myself.

  I find my hand between her thighs, to where she is slick and waiting for my touch.

  Then I run a finger along her clit, watch her mouth open and a long moan echoes in the shower.

  Tinsley braces herself against me, as I rub circles around her clit, making her wetter by the second.

  “Noah! Oh my God!” she looks up at me, panting.

  “You like that?” I whisper, before slowly sliding one finger inside her, curling it slightly.

  She digs her nails into my shoulders, moaning my name. “Noah!”

  “Is that good?” I ask in a smooth voice.

  She nods as her legs shake, her eyes meeting mine as I press my thumb back on her clit, moving in circles again and I return I get another loud moan.

  I stop for a moment because I liked hearing my name better.

  “Why did you stop?” she whines.

  “I like my name coming from your lips,” I tell her, as I run my finger along her lower lip, and Tinsley sucks on my finger seductively.

  This leads me to continue rubbing her clit, curling my finger inside her, deeper this time as she sucks on my other fingers.

  With her eyes on me, I want those lips wrapped around my now erect penis.

  Tinsley moans, her hips rocking against my hand, and I switch direction, rubbing slowly, her legs trembling as though she can't take anymore.

  With each subtle movement, I watch her face.

  It's a mixture of pleasure and desperation to find release.

  Tinsley's breasts are heaving with every breath she takes, trying to steady herself but unable to do anything about it.

  “Noah!” her long moan is laced with my name as the orgasm rolls through her body and she trembles, her nails digging into my shoulders, and I pull her against me and find her lips.

  Tinsley looks wholly relieved, but she isn't finished yet, and I am all too pleased when she sinks down to her knees.

  I will not protest as she pushes me back against the shower wall, away from the spray, because I've wanted this since I saw her the first day she was back.

  Tinsley is still looking up at me as she swirls her tongue around the head of my cock.

  “You're sure you haven't done this?” I ask.

  “I may have watched,” she admits with an evil smile.

  Tinsley kisses my shaft lightly, and my member twitches.

  “One or two videos, before now,” she says, before diving onto my throbbing erection, making little sucking sounds.

  “Videos?” The thought of her watching porn and thinking about me enters my mind.

  She pauses, teasing my balls with her thumb and forefinger as she reads my thoughts.

  “The answer is yes, Stone,” she says, evilly.

  “All the time. Every night since we last were here,” she says, massaging the base of my dick.

  She rubs her other hand between her legs, smearing her wetness on the shaft.

  I moan.

  Her bedroom eyes are looking up at me before I can even ask her, and then the head of my cock is in her mouth.

  It's almost too much for me to handle, watching it disappear into that mouth of hers.

  She licks along the shaft, stroking my rock hardness and gripping it tightly.

  Then, my cock is back in her mouth, my hand entangled in her hair, as I guide her back and forth on my shaft gently.

  As though she senses I need more, Tinsley picks up her speed, causing me to grip her hair harder as she continues to swallow as much of my cock as she can.

  I hear her moan, and the vibration on my cock makes me growl with pleasure, sending m
e closer and closer to orgasm.

  When I lose control, I get rougher with her than I intended to.

  Tinsley loves it, however, moaning as I continue taking control of the situation, guiding her my shaft deeper into her mouth, until the sensations make me lose complete control.

  With one final groan, an explosive orgasm rips through my body, as Tinsley takes my whole cock in her mouth, surprising me.

  My cock pulsates as she crams it deep into her throat, coating it with spurts of searing hot cum, slipping back and forth into her mouth.

  She swallows every drop of my cum.

  I will never get that image out of my head.

  The entire experience shocks me, as she kneels before me, still smiling.

  “Holy shit,” I bend over, gasping for breath, the hot water streaming across my back, and her face and tits.

  “That was incredible,” I whisper.

  I stare at her for a few moments as she sits back under the spray, her body twisting as she stretches, showing off a well-sculpted back.

  “You want more?” she purrs.

  “We shouldn't,” I tell her.

  I pull her up towards me, kissing her chin before finding her lips.

  “We really shouldn't,” I say.

  I can taste my cum in her mouth.

  I am hard again, almost instantly, at the intimacy we share.

  “I appreciate that.”

  She sighs happily.

  “Then that's enough, Noah, for now,” she says.

  She is mine.

  A hard knot of fear forms in my stomach, and I realize there's real trouble brewing here.

  I shouldn't be having these thoughts a woman, especially Tinsley.

  However I can't help myself, I can't stop the things running through my head.

  No one else should be able to make her feel these things, just me, and only me.

  I stand before her, sucking on her bottom lip as we continue to kiss under the spray, thinking there should be no one in her life but me.

  I must make her mine.

  With everything that entails.

  Even if I have to destroy Whittaker Energy, her father, and all the people standing between us.

  4

  Tinsley

  September 12, 2009

  When my mother suggested I wear another dress, because it sparkles better under the light, I specifically wore the black, even though she said it was less eye-catching.

  We argued over it for a good hour, but I won because my father didn’t care either way.

  Noah liked the black.

  That was all that mattered.

  But now, standing by the bar with people milling around me, I’m regretting my choice because even if Noah said he would be at this benefit, and today is my birthday.

  I see him nowhere.

  It's easy to see that I'm the center of the attention. It doesn’t make me nearly as uncomfortable as I thought I would be. The cut-outs across the abdomen are striking enough along with the asymmetrical hem.

  I can see right up to the top of my thigh.

  It makes me feel naughty tonight. Like I could seduce Noah if I wanted.

  I stand out enough that my father smiles when the Bradford’s enter and Connor’s gaze settles on me as my father pushes me forward on my red-bottomed heels.

  The temptation to glare at him is thick, as the Bradford’s make their way towards us, and Connor is practically salivating. He is still a watered-down version of Noah, with less intense, darker blue eyes that make me unsettled.

  He is not the man of my dreams.

  Further behind him, Noah wanders in, catching my eye.

  “Connor,” Julian Bradford aims to emulate Noah, his voice booms too loud however, and his hair is a shade too dark. Everyone here fails to compare to the man I’ve got my eye on. “You remember Tinsley.”

  “Yes, you look gorgeous.” Connor extends his hand, kissing mine gently and I roll my eyes.

  “Hello, Connor.” My voice is far from gentle. “How are you?”

  I hear my mother sigh as she excuses herself to say hello to friends.

  “I’m doing good; you’ve been in Italy I hear.” Connor attempts to start a conversation.

  It falls flat on me.

  “Yes. Excuse me.” I smile politely, cutting off the dialog before I’m caught in the usual trap of these galas, having to endure dull conversation and terrible food, while pretending I’m interested in a man who I'm not.

  But Connor follows me. “Wait up.”

  “Connor, come on. This is a setup.” I growl at him.

  “I’m intrigued.” He smiles, showing off his perfectly straight white teeth.

  He’s handsome; I’ll give him that. But that’s all.

  “Okay.” I cross my arms, noting that both our fathers are staring at us. “You won't get far with our parents as standing five feet away; I’ll give you that.”

  “Fair enough.” He offers his arm, “Can I get you a drink at least?”

  There are two choices here: blow him off and assume the brunt of my father’s anger later, or play along and let my father lose interest long enough to lose Connor.

  Deciding to choose the latter is a wise decision, even with Noah watching.

  “All right.” I place my hand lightly on his arm. “You’re in school?”

  “I’m at Columbia, aiming for law school.”

  “Not planning on taking over the family business?”

  “Ultimately I will.” he admits as we reach the bar, “But my father advised me to broaden my horizon’s first. I dreamt of being a lawyer my whole life, so I figured if I had all my options, I’d shoot for it. There’s no harm in failing.”

  “Well, when you’ve got a fallback,” I comment dryly, making him take a step back.

  He’s not used to women with sharp, cutting comments.

  “A beautiful woman with a sharp mouth. I’ll drink to that, what are you drinking?”

  “Whiskey neat.” I emulate Noah.

  “Make that two.” He nods to the bartender.

  “Three.” Noah’s scent is behind me before I hear his voice, and I’m smirking. “Hello Tinsley, Connor.”

  “Noah Stone himself.” Connor reaches out to shake his hand, and Noah takes it, placing a hand on my waist, where my dress leaves my skin bare, shaking Connor’s hand firmly. Noah leaves him a little bewildered.

  “How is everyone tonight?” Noah slides a glass towards me, tipping the bartender before Connor reaches into his jacket, winking at the girl behind the bar.

  This man easily outweighs Connor, making him seem like a child.

  “Great.” There’s an eye roll sent Noah’s way, from Connor’s direction.

  “Good to know.” Noah’s conspiratorial smirk makes my heart flutter. “Tinsley, your mother is looking for you. Come along?”

  “All right then.” I take his arm, knowing good and well my mother has disappeared with her friends, and I see my father nowhere.

  He’s saving me.

  Peeking back at Connor’s defeated form I lean in to whisper in his ear. “Thank you.”

  “It’s the least I can do, when a beautiful woman is in trouble, I aim to please.”

  The word please sounds sexual on his lips as we linger in the hallway, away from everyone else heading towards the ballroom.

  “Is that so Mr. Stone?”

  “Aren’t you bored with calling me that?” He snaps.

  “Not in the least.” I raise a delicately sculpted brow at him.

  Noah’s smirk appears slowly on his lips, satisfying my urge to flirt with him.

  He enjoys my retorts and saucy replies.

  “You never were boring. Though every time I’ve seen you at these horrid things, you’ve always looked bored.”

  “Do I look bored now.” My best impression of unimpressed rolls across my features, eyes meeting his. I hope we can get away as I see Connor stroll out the door with some un-expecting debutante I recall from last spring.


  “Undoubtedly.” Noah studies my expression, his eyes drifting down to my lips as he licks his own, finishing his drink as he drops the glass on a table. Then he takes my glass from me and sets it down.

  “Come on, let’s go somewhere now that your date for evening has disappeared.” His voice makes me quiver because all I can think about is being back at his penthouse.

  Alone.

  In his bed.

  Deep in the back of my mind, I’m aware that Noah is trouble, and this will only lead me down a dark path.

  The path that I coherently choose.

  I just can't say "No" when it comes to him.

  I don’t protest as he leads me out the door.

  I glance back, one last time, to make sure my parents are nowhere in sight.

  This is a perfect setup with Connor gone.

  “You planned this?” I question him as his driver is waiting outside.

  “Partly. I wasn’t planning on staying if that’s what you’re asking.” He walks back towards the limo, taking both of my hands. “Taking off with you may have been part of the plan.”

  This is almost overwhelming. I can't stop the blush rising in my cheeks.

  “Stealing me away.” I try to tease.

  “Just a birthday gift, figuring you wouldn’t want to spend your birthday celebrating with a watered-down version of me.”

  It satisfies me that we thought the same.

  Noah understands me all too well.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Surprise.” He twists a piece of my curled hair in his hands, “You seem a lot less uptight in…” his words drift off, those light blue eyes sweeping over my dress, across my bare legs, “That is a lot of leg. My, you are tan, Tinsley.”

  “I was in Italy.” I remind him dryly, “Thanks for looking though.”

  Flirting again.

  This time when our eyes meet, I can see that there’s a danger of falling madly in love with him. Whatever was there before was what my mother refers to as puppy love, something meaningless that I will get over quickly.

  Maybe.

  This is not that. Noah looks at me seriously, as a real man would look at a woman.

  My heart almost stops.

  All of this remains true to the fact that our chemistry is bubbling up and every simple kiss doesn’t seem so pointless now.