Under His Billionaire Roof novel Chapter 26

Noah couldn't sleep again. The clock on his nightstand glowed 1:47 AM, Monday now technically, but it still felt like Sunday night. One day left. The house pressed in around him, too still, like it already knew she was gone.

His phone lit up on the sheet beside him. A single text.

Leighton: Come to your office.

Nothing else. No emoji, no please. Just that.

He stared at the words until the screen dimmed. Then he pulled on gray sweatpants and walked barefoot down the hall. The house was dark except for the thin strip of light leaking under his office door.

He turned the handle slowly and pushed it open.

Leighton was sprawled across the wide mahogany desk, completely naked. Her back arched just enough to lift her breasts, knees bent, feet flat on the cool wood, thighs parted. The desk lamp painted warm gold over her skin, catching on the faint sheen of sweat already there. Her dark hair fanned out around her head like spilled ink. She watched him with steady eyes, lips slightly swollen, like she'd been biting them while she waited.

Noah's pulse slammed in his throat. He stepped inside and shut the door. The click of the lock sounded loud in the quiet.

He didn't speak. Neither did she.

He crossed the room in measured steps, letting his gaze drag over every inch of her. Her nipples tightened under his stare. Goosebumps rose along her arms and thighs even though the air was warm. Her breathing quickened, chest rising faster.

When he reached the desk, he stopped between her spread legs. Close enough to feel the heat coming off her skin. Close enough to smell her arousal mixed with that faint vanilla lotion she always used.

His hands went to her thighs first. Fingers dug in hard, yanking her roughly to the edge. She gasped, palms slapping the wood to brace herself. A stack of files slid off and scattered across the floor. A heavy pen rolled and clattered. Neither of them looked down.

Noah crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her like punishment and apology at once. She kissed back just as fierce, nails raking down his shoulders through the thin fabric of his shirt. He tasted salt on her tongue, need sharp and desperate.

He broke away only long enough to tear his shirt over his head and shove his sweatpants down. His cock jutted up, thick and aching. Her gaze dropped to it. She licked her lips, slow and deliberate.

In one motion he gripped her hips and flipped her over. She went willingly, bending forward, ass lifted, palms flat on the desk. The wood was cool against her breasts, nipples dragging as she settled. She pushed back, offering herself.

Noah groaned low in his chest. One hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back until her neck arched. With the other he guided himself to her entrance. She was dripping wet, slick coating her thighs.

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