Take A Number - Amy Daws Page 0,116
on her again as she struggles to press the button for the fourth floor. When it chimes, indicating we’ve arrived, she grabs my shirt and drags me down the narrow hallway to the street-view apartment.
I barely see the flat before Norah and I are dropping bags and stripping off our clothes.
“Shower,” I murmur as I pick her up and follow her finger in the right direction. “I smell like an airplane.”
“Not to me,” Norah cries, raking her hands through my hair as she kisses me fiercely.
The water takes an insane length of time to get hot, and the two of us stand awkwardly staring at each other before breaking into belly laughs. When it’s finally hot, it’s game on again as I step inside the small shower stall and press her up against the wall, wasting no time before pushing deep inside her.
“Oh God, Dean,” she cries as the hot water pours on top of us, and my dick gets reacquainted with its favorite place in the world.
“Fuck, Norah…I missed you.”
“I missed you,” she whimpers as I pull out and thrust back inside her, holding her up and rocking her against my hips in quick, rapid succession.
It takes less than three minutes for her to find her release, which is a fucking miracle because I explode seconds later, emptying myself as I press my wet face into her wet chest and let the sound of the water drown out my heavy breathing.
When I put her down, she has a coy smile on her lips that I know all too well. “What are you smiling about, sugar butt?”
“Nothing.” She giggles as she grabs the shampoo and proceeds to lather up my scalp before adding, “I better get a twenty-minute dick before you leave in two weeks.”
I pinch her sides, and she squeals with laughter, turning her hip into my dick and causing it to come back to life again. “If someone would participate in video sex more often, perhaps I would have been better prepared.”
“Just wait until you hear how thin these walls are,” she exclaims, hitting me with her wide, blue eyes. “Even my pretty in pink vibrator is on sabbatical.”
“Thank fuck Chelle is gone, because this would have been a seriously awkward two weeks for her since I can’t manage to keep my hands off you.” I dip my head and kiss her while squeezing her ass in my hands. God, it feels good to be back in the same time zone again.
We finish showering, and Norah shows me her bedroom that used to be Chelle’s office. It’s small, but it has its own terrace, and Norah said she spends her mornings out there doing bookwork for the bakeries and organizing things back home.
After round two in her bedroom, Norah makes some croissant sandwiches and opens a bottle of wine that we enjoy on the terrace and take in the view of several people milling about shopping, eating, and having a drink in the middle of the day. At least three pastry shops are within eyesight, and as I glance over and connect eyes with Norah, I can’t help but say, “Paris suits you.”
“Yeah?”
I nod and take a sip of my wine. “You’re glowing.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “That might be the orgasms I just had.”
A smug smile spreads across my face that likely has to do with my own orgasms as well. “Video chatting is nice, but it pales compared to seeing you in the flesh. You look so beautiful and very relaxed here.”
“I feel it.” She exhales heavily like she’s drinking in that emotion. “I didn’t realize how overwhelmed I was with both the opening of the second bakery and launching the franchise so soon after.”
“It was a lot.” I tilt my head and eye her thoughtfully. “Are you having any second thoughts about doing the franchise at all?”
“No,” Norah exclaims, her eyes wide. “God, no. Actually, with how great the Denver location is doing, I’m more excited to get the franchise moving.”
“You just needed a break first,” I deduce.
“Exactly.” She peers down at the courtyard of people sipping coffee and gets a faraway look in her eyes. “This has been totally rejuvenating for me, and now I’m kind of excited to go back home and kill it.”
“Thank fuck, because I’m ready for you to come home,” I grumble with a desperate tone to my voice that I don’t care if she hears. “Life is boring without you.”
Her shoulders scrunch up around her ears as she