Beneath It All (Beneath #1) (2 page)

I gave into her demands and agreed to let her schedule an appointment for me. She insisted on going with me, but I knew it was her way of making sure I actually went. I was not a child, and I could go to a silly doctor’s appointment by myself, so I declined her offer. Jen had mastered the art of a first-class guilt trip, and I was not in the mood to go on that excursion.

*

A few hours later, I was seated at dinner next to Noah and Shannon, the wife of one of Noah’s partners. The décor was elegant and rich, with dark wood and deep burgundy and gold chairs and benches. “Palladio” by Silent Nick was playing through the speakers and made me smile to myself. It reminded me of the diamond commercial every time I heard it.
Diamonds . . . a girl’s best friend.

“So I’m thinking that we need to start over completely,” Shannon said with a sigh of defeat. “I want to get rid of the dining room set we bought after our wedding and change the color scheme entirely.”

“That room gets some amazing natural light; we could use some deep reds, browns, or burnt oranges to give it a rich feel. Let me see what I can pull together for colors. Your old pieces are very classic, but dated. I think we could still keep with the classic feel and just freshen it up a bit with a few new pieces.”

“Oh, I like the sound of that. I’ve always wanted to do more with color. Can we schedule some time to review your ideas when we get home? You can start working on your—”

“Victoria, did you know that Tina Greene is having a baby?” Stacey, the wife of one of Noah’s partners, rudely interrupted.

“No, Stacey, I wasn’t aware of that, but thank you for letting me know,” I replied curtly before turning my attention back to Shannon.

“You and Tina are close in age, and it got me wondering when you and Noah are planning to start a family?” Stacey asked point blank. “You know the clock is ticking—tick, tick, tick.”

Feeling my shoulders starting to tense up, I turned back toward Stacey, making sure to speak softly. I didn’t want to make a scene but rather make a point instead. “Do you mind? I’m in the midst of a conversation with a friend, and my biological clock is none of your business, but thanks for your misplaced concern.”

As the late twenty-something trophy wife of one of the senior partners at the firm, she was hungry for attention. She was a petite bleached-blonde woman with several physical “enhancements” and boasted the manners of a two-year-old. She dressed like a high-class call girl and frequently had men staring, and you could tell she thoroughly enjoyed it. The woman made my skin crawl, and it was no secret that I didn’t like her.

Noah sensed my discomfort and promptly ended his conversation with one of his law partners before turning his attention to the issue at hand. “Stacey, while we appreciate your concern, Victoria and I are quite happy, and when the time is right, we will be thrilled.” He gave my knee a squeeze, letting me know it was taken care of as far as he was concerned.

I was still a bit tense after the confrontation and was ready to leave. To my relief, Noah leaned over and whispered in my ear, “You look beat—are you ready to call it a night?”

“Yes, I am. Thank you for noticing. I was doing okay until Stacey cut in. Why do I let her get to me like that?” I shrugged in frustration.

“Just ignore her,” he responded before politely excusing us for the evening and telling his partners that he would meet them for coffee in the morning.

Noah placed his hand at the small of my back while guiding me out of the restaurant. He ran a soft kiss over my temple. “I wasn’t in the mood for her intrusion either. However, it does make me want to take advantage of the opportunity to practice.” How did he do that? After ten years of marriage, he still made my heart race with a simple comment, and in that moment, I knew he planned to practice a lot that night.

We had a very active sex life; you could say it was part of our routine, and it was important to our marriage. It was a way for him to release the stress of the day and for us to connect. When he was working on high-profile cases, I could expect a few hours of interrupted sleep when he got home late. He’d been known to wake me up at one in the morning after working an eighteen-hour day—not that I’d ever complain.

Noah had his arms wrapped around my waist as we waited for the elevator. I eased back into his arms and rested my head back against his shoulder as he started placing kisses along my neck. “I’ve been dying to know what is under this dress. Is it something I want to slowly peel off of you, rip off you, or maybe, just maybe, you’re bare? I’ve been curious all night, and I don’t know if I can wait much longer.” He flexed his hips into my backside and I felt his arousal thick and hard against me. I gasped as the elevator doors opened and a group of laughing people exited.

Noah guided me forward and released me. I moved back to the corner as he pushed the button to close the doors. He wasn’t about to allow anyone the chance to try catch this elevator. When he turned, he looked like a lion stalking his prey. He took two strides toward me and crashed his lips onto mine. He consumed me with his kiss, as he ran his tongue along my bottom lip before gently tugging at it with his teeth: “Open for me.”

I parted my lips, giving him permission to take what was his, and he did. Our kiss deepened and heated quickly. He firmly held my arms in place at my side, and I found myself wrapping my right leg around him, pulling his body closer to mine. A soft moan escaped my throat as I started to rub against him.

The sound of a gentleman clearing his throat quickly got our attention, and Noah stepped away, buttoning his jacket in an attempt to cover his very prominent arousal. Blushing, I quickly smoothed down my dress as Noah turned toward the older man with a smirk. “Please forgive me. I can’t seem to control myself when I’m confined to small spaces with my wife.”

Noah escorted me out of the elevator, appearing in control, always in control, and nodded his head to the man as we passed. When the elevator door closed, I burst out laughing. “I can’t believe you said that to him.”

“What did you expect?” Noah quickly scooped me up over his shoulder as if he were a caveman and headed toward our room. “Can’t fault a guy for being honest, and right now I need to know what’s under this dress.”

I gave him a swat on his firm ass, which was now clearly in my view. “How are you able to hold it together with a straight face like that? Law school definitely taught you how to act proper, when I know deep down you are anything but.”

He smacked my ass in return. “We both know you enjoyed it as much as I did, and I must say you did a great job of keeping your cool until the doors closed.” We arrived at our room, and the damned key card wouldn’t work. What I wouldn’t give for a good old-fashioned key. The blood was starting to rush to my head, and I needed him to put me down.

Finally, on the third try, the green light flickered and Noah pushed through the door like he was the Incredible Hulk and tossed me onto the bed. I was in a fit of giggles until I looked up and saw my husband untying his tie with a look of pure hunger in his eyes. Suddenly frozen in place, I watched him undress slowly. He unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time, and I swear a pot of water would have boiled faster than this . . . but I was not about to look away.

My husband was tall, well built, sexy as hell, and all mine. Now standing in just his boxer shorts, he leaned down, grabbing my left foot and feathering kisses on the top as he carefully removed my shoe. “The things you do to me, Victoria,” he said before he repeated his actions on my other foot, never breaking eye contact.

Desire burned deeper in his eyes as I felt his hands begin to run up the inside of my legs. “You’re pure temptation.” My skin started to tingle as his fingers glided up higher and higher until he reached the apex of my thighs and a ragged breath left his lips.

His eyes darted down to where the skirt of my dress was now pushed up, and, before I could process what was happening, he swiftly found the zipper and proceeded to slide the dress off me before discarding it on the floor.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he growled. The look on his face was savage as he regarded the small black lace panties I was wearing. They had threads of silver woven into them and barely covered me. He bent down and ran his fingers, and then his tongue, along the waistband. As he looked up at me with fiery eyes, I suddenly felt the warmth of his breath dance across my skin. “You’re sexy as sin, and you have no idea what I want to do to you right now.”

I let out a loud gasp and felt my body shiver because he had no idea what was awaiting him under my panties. Before we left for New York, I decided against my usual bikini wax and opted for the full Brazilian. Yep, he was going to freak the hell out and I was going to enjoy every second of it. I did my best to hide my expression, but he could sense that I was holding something back.

“What’s that look for?” he inquired, as he circled his tongue around my naval. I felt his hot breath glide across my skin and let out a small laugh. He now had a sexy smirk on his face and took this opportunity to lightly tickle me. He knew what he was doing as I started wiggling and squealing as he continued his game.

“Stop. Stop. Stop. I give up. You win,” I panted as I tried to catch my breath.

“What do I win?” he challenged.

I pushed him off of me and stood with my back to him. Looking over my shoulder, I said, “Sit down on the edge of the bed and don’t move.” As I heard the words leave my mouth, I panicked slightly. I had never been the one in charge.
Shit.
I was now.

He did as I asked, and I felt his eyes burning through the scrap of lace covering my ass. Bending down, I slowly slipped my panties down my thighs, looking back around my side to see his face. Pulling off the seductive act was not my specialty, but I must have been succeeding; I could see his length straining to stay contained in his boxers.

I stood up slowly and swept my long hair over one shoulder. Taking my time pivoting around, I locked my eyes on his and didn’t break contact until I was completely facing him. I bit my lip in nervous anticipation of what he would think.

He dropped his gaze, his eyes moving slowly down my body, and I knew the moment his eyes reached my surprise. I noticed his muscles tensing as he swallowed harshly and shot off the bed toward me in three short strides. “Oh, fuck,” he said as he dropped to his knees in front of me. “The life insurance policy is in the safe in my office, because dammit, woman, you might just kill me tonight.”

He slowly nudged my thighs apart and ran his nose down my smooth, sensitive skin. A moan of appreciation slipped through his lips as his fingers found their way to my folds. “You have no idea how hot this is. I think I’m going to come just from smelling you.”

Holy. Hell.
The feeling of him touching me bare for the first time was incredible. All sensations had multiplied with the feel of skin against skin. I was wet and lifted my leg up over his shoulder giving him full access to explore. He didn’t waste any time. His tongue quickly found my clit, and he lightly flicked my sensitive core while his fingers continued to rub my wetness around. He slowly inserted one, then two fingers, and I gasped, “Noah.”

My body had always been sensitive to his touch, and every move he made was more thrilling than ever.
Who knew that a bare pussy would make such a difference? I’m never going back.
The speed of his fingers picked up, and I found myself rocking into his mouth. I was so close to my release, but I didn’t want it to end.

“I love when you ride my fingers. I know you’re close, I can feel your walls tightening around my fingers and I know you’re ready to come. Let me taste you,” he ordered before burying his face back into my sex.

He curved his fingers perfectly and increased the speed of his tongue on my clit. I couldn’t hold it back much longer, and when he sucked my clit into his mouth and released it, I broke into a million pieces.

I started shaking as I screamed out his name. He guided me down to the floor and continued to softly kiss my folds as I came down from my orgasm. The satisfaction in his performance was evident from the smile he wore on his glistening lips. “So fucking hot.” His lips crashed back against mine in a deep and frantic kiss. I noticed his boxers were missing and felt him hard against my hip.

“I need to feel you inside me,” I told him as I spread my legs for him to settle between. Dirty talk wasn’t my strength, and he knew it, but it didn’t stop me from letting him know what I wanted. Noah quickly shifted his weight and pressed down on my body. The feeling of him rubbing against my core made me needy.

“You want this?” he asked, as he slowly rocked his length through my folds and kissed down my neck.

I shifted my hips up to catch his thick crown at my entrance. “I want it. NOW!”

Surprised by my declaration, he looked down at me to confirm I meant what I said. “Ask and you shall receive,” he replied as he slammed into me. I tilted my hips up as his thrusts increased in speed and intensity. He had been on edge at dinner, and I knew it wouldn’t take long for him to find his release.