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nevamonroe:

I’m light-headed, breathless and lost in a world that I shouldn’t have allowed myself into. My arms snake around Noel’s neck after he’s taken off my babydoll, leaving me only in black lace panties, fingers curling against his black locks as his strong hands grip at my hips, holding me closer to his muscular body. His fingers move up gently, almost as if he was trying to memorize every inch of my body— every part of me that might have changed since he left, until he stops at my bare tits. “Touch me.” My voice is seductive, french wordsdripping with the same lust that mirrors in his eyes, and Noel doesn’t hold back. His hand palms my left breast possessively, teasing my hard nipple between his fingers. I moan into his mouth and he smiles proudly, aware of the effect he still has on me after all this time apart. Even now, I’m still the same teenager that fell into his charm and gave myself too him over and over again, until we were both too exhausted from our orgasms.

“Noel…” I whisper under my breath, feeling his hardened cock against my stomach. I can tell that he’s bigger even by just feeling him through his pants, my lips parting in overwhelming lust for him. I crave to touch him, to feel him thrusting inside of me— hard, passionate and hot until my body exploded in a mind-blowing high. The touch of his lips brushing against my ear bring me back to reality, his soft spoken words heating up my body. I shouldn’t want him. I shouldn’t want this, but here I am, loving eyes meeting his in a way they never met Nolan’s. “Don’t stop.” I plead, leaning on my tiptoes to kiss him again, my hands sliding down his lean abs and to his hard cock. The groan that slips from his lips sends a rush of pleasure through me, willing me to keep going. I stroke him slowly, moving my small hand down to tease his balls over the fabric of his pants as we kiss hard. The friction drives him crazy because I’m not touching him directly, but I can’t help but keep teasing him. To want to draw those pleasurable groans from him. “You like that?” I ask sweetly, watching the way his hungry eyes drink in my body.

I don’t even remember the moment where I stripped Neva nearly bare, exposing her porcelain flesh for me completely. It’s almost as if my mind is in a haze, fully consumed with my lust and desire for the brunette standing before me. Given the intensity of our relationship — now and then, it’s not surprising that I’d be so caught up in her, but this is quick, even for us. Almost on instinct, I reach for her skin, palming her perky tits possessively at the same time that she begs for me to touch her. The sound of her soft, keening moans is enough to cause me to tent in my track pants, my arousal for her growing more and more with each passing minute.

I shouldn’t want her, not when she’s spoken for — but God, I do. More than anything, and there’s not a single fiber of my being that is willing to stop. I’ve always been reckless, one step away from crossing more lines than I can count, but tonight, I’m going one hundred and fifty miles per hour. No brakes, no intention of stopping — not until I’ve had her, over and over again.

The same thoughts clearly fill her mind, judging by the way that Neva’s small hand slides to my waist. There’s no trace of hesitation in her movements as she touches me, slender fingers teasing and massaging my balls over the fabric of my pants — and it only takes a moment for me to respond to her question, my words a husky whisper nearly dripping with my arousal. “I love it, Neva,” I groan out, my lips leaving hers as they drift to her neck, nipping at her sensitive skin while my hand toys with the fabric of her panties. She shudders at the touch, a small moan breaking from her lips as I touch her slowly over the fabric, feeling her wet heat soaking my fingers. “Fuck,” I curse lightly as I slide the fabric to the side, not even taking a moment to consider my actions as I dip a finger inside her slick folds, my smirk lifting as I begin to fuck her soaking cunt with my fingers. Almost immediately, my girl cries out and my gaze lifts to hers. “Good girl,” I whisper softly, pressing her back to the counter. “Keep moaning for me, and maybe you’ll get my mouth— but first, touch me. If you’re good, I’ll eat your pussy right here,” I curl my finger against her, the sound of my finger moving in and out of her cunt almost filthy as it echoes through the room, mixing with our hushed groans. “Can you do that for me, love?”

[noel-alexander]

The room is filled to the brim with people that I can’t stand, each one wanting something or another from me. It’s the case with most social gatherings, and I don’t know why I expected this one, to be any different, even if it is one of Audrey’s brother’s engagement party. It’s all the same, nothing changes — at least until now, when a familiar brunette enters the room. “Jesus fucking Christ,” I murmur, my eyes meeting Neva’s almost instantly. I’d be a damn liar if I pretended that I wasn’t surprised to see her, as I hadn’t even heard that she was back in town. Last I’d heard, the girl I loved was in another country, studying abroad, in Italy or something. She was a million miles away, yet here she is, standing right in front of me. It’s enough to catch my breath in my chest, and I just about move to greet her fully when I see an arm slip around her waist — and my heart falls. There’s a guy with her, one I don’t recognize, and I immediately shake my head. It can’t be true. He’s just a friend, I’m sure of it. Clearing my throat, I step forward. “Neva? I, uh, didn't know you were back."

[noel-alexander]

nevamonroe:

Growing up as the only daughter of a multimillionaire, I’ve always known what it feels like to be desired by many. More than anything, I’ve learned exactly how to get men to do what I want, when I want it. But there was only one person I truly wanted, the one that knew every part of me, even the ones I didn’t like as much. He made me feel alive, desirable. Perfect. Maybe that was why his departure hurt me so much and why I’ve fought so hard to keep our relationship nothing more than a simple friendship ever since I came back from college.

Because I know that Noel Alexander has more power over me than my boyfriend will ever have.

I wake up at three in the morning, restless and uncomfortable with the strong arm that holds me close. I refused to have sex with Nolan last night, giving him some lame excuse about how I had a migraine, but that didn’t stop him from holding me like every men in this house could come in. He’s trying to mark his territory, and it should be endearing, but my thoughts are filled with another man. One I should have forgotten about a long time ago. Pushing Nolan’s arm aside, I leave my bed and room, walking downstairs in silence. I’m not sure why, but I go to the living room first, my eyes landing on the tall man leaning forward, going through some papers as his free hand musses through his ebony hair. Noel is shirtless, his muscular arms completely covered with tattoos that continue to his chest and back. It looks perfect on him, and I wonder what they mean. I breathe out slowly when Noel looks up at me, acknowledging my presence before I can say anything. His gaze is hard, angry and lustful as he rakes my barely clothed body, searching for something that he doesn’t dare asking about. I don’t call him out, not even when his eyes flicker down to my black babydoll. “You’re supposed to be relaxing this weekend, not working, Noel.” My voice is soft as I take a couple of steps inside. My dad organized this getaway for friends and family so we could escape from the madness for a while, but Noel is too dedicated. Still, he puts the papers down, unable to look away from me for too long. It steals my breath away. “What?” I ask curiously, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

Somehow, the fact that this vacation is meant for pleasure hasn’t stopped me from work, from being so consumed in it that I nearly miss the voice calling out to me. But then I look up, and my attention is on anything but the work. It takes every fiber of my being not to stand now, my fingers itching to curl around the smooth fabric of her babydoll. To clutch at the lingerie with steady fingers, lifting it slowly and deliberately with the sole intent of exposing her porcelain flesh. It’s an action I’ve committed to memory at this point, memorizing over the course of many years of being involved — and it’s so damn tempting now. Especially knowing she walked away from her boyfriend to come see me, knowing full well of the desire I’ve felt for her for years now.

The more rational part of me, the one that’s spent years trying to earn her father’s favor so that I’d be permitted to call her for my own one day, tells me to stay in place, to keep my attention on the papers scattered on the living room table before me. It’s the safe option, the one a true man might take. But then again, when have I ever taken the safe option? With her, I’ve always been bold, chasing her relentlessly, teasing her with foreign words where anyone with a decent grasp on vocabulary could have understood. Caution has never been in my nature, and I don’t have a damn clue why I’d be hesitating now.

Fuck, I don’t want to.

Throwing all caution to the wind, I carefully set the papers down, taking care to keep them in order. The motion is slow, deliberate, and my gaze is dark as my gaze finds Neva once more. She still stands before me, eyes lingering in the same way as mine, her fingers bunching the smooth satin of her lingerie, and God, if it’s not giving me flashbacks now. To nights that were far less messy than this one, where we were two damn kids too young to know better, and too damn caught up in each other to stop. It seems a lifetime ago, but those lifetimes collide as I step closer to Neva, my hands falling to her waist. “You look fucking beautiful,” I whisper, dark eyes lingering on Neva’s own as my hands fall.

Down, down, until they’re slipping under the smooth fabric, lifting gently before pulling them up without hesitation. My movements are slow enough that Neva could have stopped me, but she doesn’t, only watches me with eager eyes as I drink her in. I’m almost recommitting her to memory, wanting to savor in every moment of this, taking things so painfully slowly that my cock aches to be inside of her, tenting in my pants in a way she’s bound to notice given our closeness. Every inch of her flesh, her smooth stomach to the swell of her breasts — and then my lips are on hers, passionate and hard as I press her to the wall, kissing her until my head is spinning. It’s hardly an innocent kiss, one raw and full of every bit of emotion I’ve had about Neva for years. Emotion I’ve beel holding back, ever since that first night I walked away from her. It’s almost enough to overwhelm me now, and I break apart from her, a groan tumbling from my lips. Her expression is full of lust, every emotion in her doe eyes reflected in my own, and god, I can’t hold myself back. Hell, I don’t want to.  “Fuck, you’re beautiful…”

[noel-alexander]

anastassiamonroe:

The feeling of his teeth sinking into her delicate skin was enough to elicit a soft moan from the petite brunette, and she couldn’t help but recognize his action as those of a possessive man who craved to remind others who she’d been with— who she belonged too. “Good.” The words were barely above a whisper, a smile gracing her features. Hidden by her innocent demeanour, Ann had always excelled at reading people and, despite the distance that had been forced upon the pair time and time again, she’d picked up on every detail of his expression and the various tones of his voice. Although their eyes didn’t meet — head tilted to the side to allow him better access to the skin of her neck —, she could feel the lust he felt, the rush of heat that burned through their veins as she sensually walked backwards and tugged at his tie, moments before he’d ripped off her lace panties. A shaky breath filled the silence between them, but no protest came from her; she rather liked his sheer determination to take what he wanted without apologizing for it. “Noel,” Anastassia breathed as he turned her head to him, full lips parting as they crashed against his own in a passionate kiss, one far more intimate than she’d ever shared with her ex-boyfriend. Fingers curled against his tie, holding the taller man as her right continued to rub his cock teasingly over the fabric, feeling his grow harder for her as she moaned into the kiss. His fingers drove her to a state of bliss that left her vision blurry, her legs trembling with desire even though the man hadn’t properly touched her sensitive skin. “Noel…” Ann’s eyes widened at his demand, and she tried to tug him closer once more, but she knew he wouldn’t. Not yet, not quickly enough as she needed him to. Pulling her lip between her teeth, the brunette purred as she spread her legs for him. Later, he would pay. “I need you, Noel.” She whispered, her tone dripping with lust as she looked directly into his eyes. “Please.” Ann continued, her swollen lips parted to draw in another breath. “Make me cum against your mouth, babe. I need your tongue on me. Please.”

He'd never meant to be this man, the one who was so possessive that the mere thought of someone else having the girl he wanted being enough to make him tremble with a gentle rage  — but she was capable of eliciting that reaction. "You're not getting control, love," he told her gently, his teeth digging into her lower lip as he felt her manicured hands stroking at his hardened cock. Every fiber of his being ached to bend her over properly, to fuck her so hard that breathing was nearly impossible  — as it was never making love for them, but a fuck. Even if they both felt enough to change that if they were merely brave enough to vocalize it. Tearing off her panties had been impulsive, no doubt, but as he tucked the ruined fabric in his pocket, tugging up her skirt with large fingers, he couldn't help but groan. "You know what to do, babe," he murmured softly, falling to his knees before her as his lips found her skin. It was only soft nips against her porcelain flesh at first, as he was unwilling to succumb to her desires  — at least not yet. Not until she'd earned it, in a way he knew she'd remember how. The sounds of Ann's soft please filled the room, making him thankful that the walls of his office were soundproofed as he had every intention of making the sounds be much louder in the forthcoming moments. A slender finger dipped beneath her thighs, stroking her heated cunt in a teasing motion before raising his fingers to his lips, tongue darting out to taste her release. "God, you have no idea how much I've missed the taste of you, Ann," he breathed, large palms moving to spread her legs more for him. "Have you earned it yet?" A smirk tugged at his lips as he pressed his thumb to her clit, relishing in the whimpering moan that left her lips. "Good girl," he breathed, his gaze meeting hers before he leaned in to lick a long stripe against her core, a moan spilling from his lips as he did so.

[noel-alexander]

dereklevines:

Though he’d made no comment about it, as he was aware of the way his best friend Got when it came to Anastassia, Derek had heard of the girl’s return to the city and he’d wondered how Noel was taking it. Still, he’d been so busy thinking of the events of his own afternoon that the young man hadn’t realized that the taller one didn’t make a comment about getting laid soon. “I suppose getting drunk is a good option, all things considered.” Allowing a small chuckle to fall from his lips, he decided to provoke. “Oh? Having some problems there, mate?”

Rather than be angry at his friend’s remarks, Noel only shook his head, shoving the other boy’s shoulder lightly. “That’s definitely not the issue, mate,” Noel confessed, running his hands through his hair as he mulled over what to say. The rumors of Anastassia’s return had been abundant as of late, and he knew Derek would have heard them. “I’m just-” Noel moved his shoulders in a small shrug. “Anastassia’s back,” he finally spoke up. “You know how it is, I don’t fuck anyone else when I’m with her.” The statement was simple, hardly shedding light on the gravity of his dynamic with the doe-eyed brunette but it was enough for his best friend to understand. “And you? You haven’t turned down an easy lay in a while. Afraid that one of the drunk blondes you’ll bring home will have an accent and be named Audrey?” The comment, while it was light and teasing, was a sign of concern on Noel’s part for his friend. 

[noel-alexander]

anastassiamonroe:

Without averting her doe eyed gaze from his own, Anastassia allowed the taller man to pull her closer, his hands holding her possessively as she drank him in in relative silence. Noel was no longer a boy or a teenager; she could see it in the way his arms and toned chest stretched the navy blue shirt he wore, the now calloused hands that slowly drifted from her waist to her backside and the size of his hardened length pressed to her thighs. The brunette’s plump lips parted, her delicate fingers pressing harder to his jawline as she let out an involuntary moan. “How can I know, if you don’t tell me?” She muttered, pulling her lip between her teeth. Despite her refusal to speak the words aloud, it had been two years since she’d felt the way she was now; breathless and with a racing heart, longing for a touch she’d been deprived from for far too long. Only Noel could spark such lust, setting her body on fire with the simple prospect of being touched by him. She would have admitted that, had she been willing to admit defeat just yet. “Is that so?” Ann breathed, throwing her head back slightly as his fingers brushed against her slick folds over the fabric of her lingerie. Absentmindedly, she guided her hand down, tracing the lines of his chest and abdomen until it reached his waistline. “I heard you’ve been fucking the secretary, I don’t think he would appreciate hearing me screaming your name instead of her.” Despite the increasing jealousy that coursed through her veins as she mentioned one of Noel’s affairs, Anastassia kept it from her expression, a melodic giggle falling from her lips as she cupped his length over his pants. She wanted him to be on the verge of insanity, to crave for her as he hadn’t craved for any other woman in his life and have her name fall from his lips when he came, buried inside of her. “It’s been so long,” She purred, rubbing his cock slowly. “I might have forgotten what it feels like to have your tongue against me.” 

His tone was far from gentle as he spoke to her, though Noel doubted that the girl would mind. Over the years, their experiences together had grown, and the level of comfort the two shared between each other was almost unimaginable. “Maybe I don’t care what the damn secretary thinks,” he breathed against her skin, teeth digging lightly into the flesh with an audible groan. “Get on the desk, Ann,” Noel told her quietly, his fingertips fisting around the panties with a serious expression. No doubt they were ruined by now, as he hadn’t exactly been careful when he’d torn them from her slim thighs. It never failed to amuse him that the petite brunette didn't complain about his actions. No doubt she'd thought of it, but couldn't hardly get the words out between shaking moans of pleasure. His lips brushed against Anastassia's neck, breath heating her skin and for a moment, Noel rather desired to kiss her lips instead. They'd kissed before, more times than he could count, but to kiss her now would be a level of intimacy he'd been loath to share with anyone. It wouldn't make this love, but Noel's heart held the sinking suspicion that particular barrier had been crossed months before. Rather than show restraint, Noel's fingertips brushed against Ann's jawline, turning her face back to meet his own, his lips moving slowly against hers in a cadence that matched his own fingers. Her moans were masked by the kiss, something Noel found he disliked, but he didn't break the kiss, allowing it to linger instead. "I want to hear you," was all he spoke once the kiss had been broken, the sounds of their panting breaths filling the room. "If you want my mouth on you, love," Noel murmured, his lips finding her skin and sucking a dark mark into the porcelain flesh, "then beg for it. Otherwise I'll leave you here, dripping from your thighs on top of my desk." Both knew the words were a lie, as his cock was aching against her bare skin in a way that left his desires to be no mystery, but Noel didn't need to admit that. Not yet.

[noel-alexander]

dereklevines:

“I’m not sure that’s any better. What do you have in mind?” The blonde man asked, running a hand through his hair. In any other day, he would have taken Noel’s suggestion without blinking, but he couldn’t be with someone when he could barely shake her out of his head. “You look a bit, but if you say so.”

It didn’t take a genius to know where his best friend’s mind had headed, and Noel couldn’t help but shake his head. “No, no,” he protested, his hand tugging at his hair. The refusal to find a quick lay was something he knew would arouse suspicion on Derek’s part, simply because it was rare that Noel spent a few hours alone when they had their adventures, but Noel didn’t elaborate on it. There was no doubt his friend knew of Ann’s return to the city, word tended to get out - and he’d already embarrassed himself with his drunken confession of love last Christmas. “We can just get drunk, man. No girls tonight, I’m not in the mood.” A small chuckle left his lips. “Don’t think a girl could get the job done tonight, if I’m being honest.”

[noel-alexander]

anastassiamonroe:

Anastassia allowed the silence to linger in the aftermath of Noel’s response, a playful smile gracing her features as their gazes met. Though their involvement was a secret she rarely spoke of after how abruptly it ended, the brunette couldn’t deny the chemistry between them, nor the way her body reacted to a simple touch of the older man’s fingertips. “You’re awfully confident, Alexander. It hasn’t even been five minutes and you already have me pressed to the door” The girl inhaled softly, her hands sliding up to the back of his head as he pressed himself against her. The feeling of Noel’s lips against her neck made her breath hitch in her chest, warm eyes fluttering shut as the brunette whispered his name in return. For a moment, she thought of putting the games aside and allow him to kiss her, to whisper the words the man wanted to hear, but she couldn’t give in. Not yet; not until he was aching for her as she was for him. Ann knew she ought to have stopped, consider her reputation as the CEO’s daughter and the gossip the two could face if someone overheard him. Instead, all she could do was drag her nails delicately against his jawline, feeling his scruff under her fingertips. “Is this what you’ve been dreaming off, Noel?” The brunette whispered sensually against his ear, pressing her back against the door as she pulled back and looked at the man that had taken her heart years ago through her lashes. 

He leaned against the desk now, his hands on her waist as he looked up at her with darkened eyes. As per his usual with her, there was a certain mischief in his eyes that contrasted the havoc on in his heart - byt he couldn’t bring himself to stop. No, not yet. It didn’t matter that he could feel her trembling under his touch, that he could pick up on the telltale rush of her pulse under her skin. No- as much as he relished in those small reactions, Noel craved to drink in the sounds of her moans as she shook for him, trembling out of a desperate desire for his touch. It was innate familiarity that spared his reactions now, fingers drifting up to tug at his tie as he tapped her thigh gently, shaking his head in a slow motion. “No,” he told her quietly, his voice growing heavier with the weight of the desire this fucking angel had cursed him with in the space of five minutes. “You know what I’ve been dreaming of,” Noel murmured, his hands sliding up to cup her ass, calloused fingers squeezing the sensitive flesh just over the lace fabric of her panties as he let out an audible groan. Allowing her to rest against his toned thigh, Noel slid his hand between her thighs, a low sound emitting from his throat as he looked up at her. “I can’t decide what would do my dreams more justice- fucking you against that door until you’re screaming my name so loudly even these walls can’t mask the sounds of the pleasure I’m giving you,” Noel told her, his finger sliding teasingly against her slick folds through the thin fabric, “or if you’d like to sit on my desk and spread those legs for me so I can get a taste.” Pressing his hand against her slick cunt, Noel let out a soft chuckle before pressing his lips to her ear. “After all, it’s been two years and I doubt memory can do how sweet you taste on my tongue any justice.”

[noel-alexander]

anastassiamonroe:

As she watched the taller man come closer, Anastassia realized that despite the distance that had settled between the pair of them, his eagerness to touch her in any way hadn’t qualmed. It was something she’d grown used to during to their short-lived affairs, to feel his rough hands brush against her skin slowly, poising her mind with thoughts of what was to follow if she chose to succumb to their desires. Admittedly, the brunette had craved that same touch almost as much as the one of his lips, pressed to hers in passionate and desperate kisses that spoke the words they couldn’t voice. Her doe eyed gaze moved from the door to meet his own, drinking every word that spilled from his lips, noticing every change in his expression as her cheeks flushed with color and she leaned into his touch. The effect she had on his was clear in every movement of his, but for a moment all she could think of was how desperately she’d missed him, the hand on her thigh making her breath hitch in her chest. Taking a simple step closer, Ann placed her hands on his chest, feeling the muscles harden at her touch as she leaned on her tiptoes, her lips only a few inches from Noel’s as she breathed her words. “What makes you so sure you make me feel something at all, Noel?” Anastassia teased, tilting her head to the side. “Maybe I’m just happy to see an old friend.”

There were few people that Noel knew better than he knew the girl standing before him, but even had he not known her as well as he did, there was no doubt in his mind that he’d know she wasn’t serious now. Even if she wanted to be. The two of them had a connection, and always had - and he suspected they always would. “You can pretend that it’s just excitement to see an old friend all you’d like,” the taller man murmured as he stepped forwards, hands finding her waist as he pressed her to the door. The smirk tugging at his lips was fully intact as he leaned over her, his hands sliding to tease her thighs gently. “Ann,” he breathed quietly, his lips finding her neck, sucking gently at her skin in the way he knew would cause her breath to hitch in the way that never failed to intoxicate him. “We both know that you’re more than just a little excited to see me, and that I’d feel just how excited you are if I slid my hands up under your skirt.” Almost to prove himself right, Noel allowed his hands to inch up slightly, dipping just under the fabric of her skirt to tease her skin. His touch hadn’t quite ventured into dangerous territory just yet, but he knew the brunette well enough that she’d be driven insane by the desire for his touch soon enough. Almost as badly as he craved her own touch, needing to feel her pulse just under his fingertips. Nipping gently at her skin, Noel whispered, “Tell me if I’m wrong.”

[noel-alexander]

dereklevines:

“I’m not quite in the mood for a party, if you ask me.” Derek commented, shrugging his shoulders dismissively as his friend poured them a drink. “Not to mention you look like a dead man tonight.”

It wasn’t that he didn’t understand why his friend was upset; he’d heard talk around the office of what had happened between Derek and his ex. But he hated seeing him in pain, and wanted to distract him the best he could. “Then it’s a good thing we’ll be having a private party first then, yeah?” He moved his shoulders in a small shrug. “I don’t look dead, I’ve just been out for a bit.”

[noel-alexander]

anastassiamonroe:

It had been only a couple of hours since Anastassia arrived back in Manhattan, but one quick phone call to her dad was enough for the older man to insist she visited him before anything else. Truthfully, she didn’t mind it, as the two had always been close, but she couldn’t help but feel a spark of disappointment when his secretary told her the man had been called for an urgent meeting and had asked her to wait for a little. It was never just a little. Anastassia walked into his office regardless, her doe eyes locked on the view from his window, where she stopped to admire the city; she had always loved the craziness of Manhattan, the rush, the people, even the awful sounds— it all seemed so alive. The sound of the door opening brought her back to reality, and she barely had to turn around to know it wasn’t her father. She’d recognize Noel’s voice anywhere. “Hi.” She greeted him with a smile, looking at him over her shoulder. “Um, I thought it would be nice to give you a hard on during the day as well. You know, to get your mind off work.” The brunette teased, a giggle spilling from her lips.

Somehow, the reply the girl offered him came as no surprise to Noel, and he accepted it with a small laugh. As always, he knew better than to think she’d take his flirtatious come-ons and double entendres without offering a witty remark or two of her own, and he couldn’t help but let out a small scoff. “If you’re that insistent on getting my mind off of work,” Noel started, his gaze darkening with lust as he stepped towards her. The door to his office was still open, but if she were willing, Noel knew he’d have no issues changing that. It had been almost two years since he’d seen her, and if the small, unapologetic glances he took of her slim figure were any indication, he’d missed out on quite a bit during those two years. Drawing his fingertips underneath her jawline, Noel felt his smirk deepening as color flooded her porcelain skin, finding that reality of knowing his touch was still capable of accelerating her pulse so intricately was something he was quite satisfied with. Sliding his hand to cup her own, Noel kept his gaze on hers as he pressed it to her thigh, his fingertips gentle against her skin. “And how do I make you feel in the light of day, Ann? Color me curious.”

[noel-alexander]

The office was relatively empty as he wandered through it, searching for his boss after a long meeting. The older man had asked him to meet him in his office, citing some paperwork that needed to be over, and he’d expected a quick briefing - not the sight of his daughter standing before the window with her back to Noel. And what a good back that was, he thought with a groan. “Fuck,” he breathed out, his gaze flickering down to rake down her body, drinking in the familiar curves. It had been almost two years since he’d been fortunate enough to see her, but one look was more than enough proof that time had been good to her. Stepping towards her, Noel raised a brow, his gaze lingering on her own doe-eyed one, “Finally decided to do more than just grace my dreams with your presence?”