70 DAYS WITH THE WRONG BILLIONAIRE

WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING?

ARIA’S POV

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD

“OMG, he can’t stay away,” Alexis murmurs beside me, her voice laced with amusement. “He’s walking over right now.”

I glance up just as Noah excuses himself from the group of influential guests, his stride purposeful, eyes locked on me like I’m the only person in the room.

My stomach flips at the intensity of his gaze.

“Hey, princess,” he says, voice low and warm as he reaches me.

He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against him without a care for the eyes around us. “You took a damn long time in there.”

I smile, resting a hand on his chest. “We were… catching up.”

“Well, we have some catching up to do at home, too, remember?” he murmurs against my ear, his breath sending a shiver down my spine. “We need to leave. Now.”

Before I can respond, Charles chimes in with a knowing grin. “Look at you two. Can’t even keep your hands off each other for one minute. Should we start planning the wedding already?”

Noah shoots his friend an unbothered smirk, then takes my hand. “Come on, princess. Let’s say our goodbyes.”

“Princess, cute.” I hear Charles say behind us making my face flush.

We find Senator Richard and his wife, Eleanor.

Eleanor pulls me into a warm hug. “I would love to see you again soon, Aria. I still can’t believe you know about the hidden vineyard in Provence. Most Parisians haven't even heard about it.”

“This one here knows nothing,” She whispers.

Alexis snorts, lifting her head from where it was resting against Charles’s chest. “Mom, I can hear you.”

I smile at their banter and decide to support my new friend. “My mamie talks about it every time. That’s why I know so much.”

“You hear that, Mom? It’s Grandma’s fault,” Alexis retorts happily.

Noah returns from his pleasantries with the senator and gently tugs me away, offering slight nods to those who greet us on our way out. His hand remains on the small of my back—possessive and warm.

☆~☆

I want him to touch me. I’m terrified he will.

The drive home is thick with tension. The air feels charged for obvious reasons.

Every breath I take feels shallow and my pulse keeps hammering in my throat.

Noah and I sit in the back seat while Falcon and Matteo navigate the quiet streets.

He loosens his tie with a slow tug, the silk whispering against his collar. His jaw sets tight, eyes dark, as they rake over me in the dim light.

I can feel the heat from him, the way his fingers flex against his thigh as though he is restraining himself from reaching for me.

He shifts and his knee brushing mine, and the simple contact sends sparks racing across my skin.

The silence in the car stretches unbearably.

~☆~

The moment the car stops in front of the house, Noah gets out of his side before the wheels fully stop, rounding the vehicle in long strides.

He yanks open my door, scoops me into his arms, and carries me inside with urgent, powerful steps.

My heart thunders against my ribs, excitement and nervousness twisting together in a dizzying rush.

Mira says something, but her voice is lost against Noah’s determined strides toward an elevator I didn’t even know existed.

The doors close behind us, sealing us in.

“Noah, can you just relax? Why are you—”

He doesn’t let me finish. His mouth crashes down on mine, devouring me with unbidden hunger.

His lips suck and claim mine with fierce vigor, tongue sweeping in like he wants to consume every inch of me.

I have never been kissed like this. Ever.

My past with my ex, Jamie, had been gentle, almost polite.

This… is entirely different realm.

I melt against him, soft whimpers escaping into his mouth as my fingers clutch his shirt.

The elevator pings.

Noah lifts me effortlessly as he carries me down the hall without breaking the kiss.

He shifts, and suddenly I'm bouncing on the luxurious mattress.

Bastard.

The word floats through my mind with a flash of déjà vu.

Has this happened before? Why does it feel so strangely familiar?

“Wow,” Noah drawls, as he climbs over me. “I'm doing a bad f*****g job if your mind is wandering while you are on my bed.”

He cages me in, hands braced on either side of my head as he lowers his mouth to my neck, teeth grazing my skin in soft, possessive bites.

I moan loudly. Heat floods my body as my n*****s tighten into aching peaks, a deep throb building between my thighs.

Noah takes his time with my dress, fingers tracing the high slit that reveals my leg, then sliding up the exposed back.

“Been waiting for this for so damn long,” he growls, slowly dragging the side zipper down.

His hands worship every inch of skin he reveals. “f**k, Aria… you’re so perfect.”

The black dress pools around my knees and his heated gaze drags over my lacy black bra and matching thong, filled with adoration and hunger.

He frees one breast, thumb brushing the stiff peak before he leans down and sucks it into his hot mouth.

A sharp cry escapes me as pleasure shoots straight to my core.

He lavishes attention on my already sensitive bud, tongue swirling, teeth grazing, while his fingers pinch and roll the other.

My back arches off the bed, toes curling as sparks explode through me.

He releases my n****e with a wet pop, and lips trails lower.

The light scrape of his stubble sends shivers across my stomach.

With one swift movement, he rips my thong, the unexpected jolt against my already aching c**t makes me gasp.

“Mine,” he growls, cupping me possessively, fingers pressing against my heat. “f**k, Aria, you’re so wet. For me.”

He dives in like a man dying of thirst, tongue stroking me.

The pleasure builds fast. My thighs trembles, hips bucking against his mouth.

He sucks my c**t between his lips, and I shatter with a cry, the orgasm crashing over me in powerful waves.

I’m still trying to catch my breath when he slides a finger inside me.

“So f*****g tight,” he groans, voice rough with need. “So f*****g mine.”

He adds a second finger, stretching me carefully, curling them just right.

My body clenches around him, another wave building.

A third finger joins, and the fullness is intensely overwhelming. Bordering on too much, yet not enough.

The second orgasm rips through me even harder, leaving me trembling and breathless.

Noah rises from above me, shedding his tie, shirt, and pants until only his briefs remain.

My eyes widen at the thick, intimidating outline straining against the fabric.

He’s all hard, rippling muscle, broad shoulders, defined chest, abs that flex with every movement.

Gorgeous. Intimidating.

Looking at me, he hooks his thumbs in the briefs and pushes them down.

My breath catches. Damn.

The sight of his heavy, hard c**k makes panic flare through the haze of pleasure.

How is that supposed to fit inside me?

I try to get off the bed but Noah's hand catches my ankle, dragging me back to the center of the bed with effortless strength.

“Where do you think you’re running off to?” he rasps, leaning down to bite my earlobe.

“You think I’ll let you go now that I finally have you exactly where I’ve always wanted, hmmn?”

My heart hammers wildly in my chest.

“So f*****g tight, princess. So f*****g mine.” Noah says as he slides three fingers back inside me, pumping slowly.

Then I feel the thick head of his c**k pressing against my entrance.

My dazed eyes fly open.

“Stop—” I gasp.