“And don’t forget screwing one of the security staff.”
“She is?” Although Novah didn’t respect infidelity in a relationship, she had her suspicions that Mr. Langley had done his fair share of misdeeds too. “Do you know with who?”
“Rest assured, it’s not me.” He shot her an amused glance.
“Do you think it’s possible that you and I can ever be friends?” The question must have caught him off guard because she saw his hands tighten on the wheel.
“No.”
“Why not?” She played with a loose thread on the hem of the shirt.
“I don’t want to be your friend, Jed.” He chuckled.
Confused, she looked down at the borrowed shirt and frowned. The name ‘Jed’ was embroidered near the shoulder. “There’s no chance to put the past away and be friendly parents for Fin’s sake?”
He pressed the button that turned the engine off and took the space between them in determined steps. He looked down upon her, his gaze searching her, drinking her in. “No, sweetheart. You and I cannot ever be friends.”
“Egan…”
His mouth covered hers, swallowing any words that would have followed. Internal bells sounded, warning her to push him away, take a stance against her desires, but why? He made her feel wanted…beautiful. Alive. No man had ever caused such mayhem in her body as he did. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he slipped his thick arms around her back, lifting her to her tiptoes, crushing her in sweet contact. He slipped his mouth to her neck, kissing and suckling, and she melted under him. There could be nothing harmful about the feelings racing through her—nothing harmful at all.
His fingers slipped up her thigh and underneath the shirt, cupping one bare breast. He slid his thumb over her budding nipple causing her to squirm. He continued to knead the soft flesh and she longed to have his mouth on her so when he kissed his way to the hollow point at the base of her neck, then lower to the deep V neckline of the shirt that exposed the aching mounds, she arched her back in invitation. He sucked and cradled the mounds until she dropped her head back and reveled in the waves of pleasure that pulsated through her.
The hem of the shirt came up and his palm splayed across her quivering stomach, she was barely aware through the fog that he had moved downward to her most sensitive part that had become wet with need. She first felt the brush of his breath on her trembling inner thighs followed by the tip of his finger teasing its way through the slit. He found her clit and tapped his finger against the bud.
She almost jerked out of her skin when he replaced his finger with his tongue. She felt much like a kite fluttering wildly in the wind. He kissed her gently, then probed his tongue along her slit, nibbling and suckling until she throbbed. He penetrated her passage with one finger, then two, thrusting in and out of her body, building a scorching crescendo.
The wind whistled through the nooks and crannies of the boat mingling with her erotic cries as she soared along the clouds. A vibration of thunder rolled in the distance and the wild beating of her heart pounded heavy in her chest. A warm, intoxicating blanket fell over her.
Then he stood. Fluttering her eyes open, her release glistened on his lips and jaw. She reached out, wanting to touch him, but his fingers caught her wrist in a cautionary clutch. Staring at him, she was confused.
“No,” he pushed out between moist lips. “Not here. Not now. When you come to me, and sweetheart you will come, you’ll understand why I can’t be your friend.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
THE POST-ORGASM LINGERED in her body. With each step she took her throbbing inner thighs rubbed her still swollen center. Surges of prickles burned through her.
Mr. Langley had asked to see her and she needed to get her head on straight before she faced him. She knocked on the closed door of his office and waited. “Come in,” she heard him say.
First taking a deep breath, she stepped inside, finding him sitting with his head bent over his desk. He looked disheveled, almost annoyed. When he lifted his chin, he offered her a frown. “Please close the door, Novah.”
As he requested, she shut it softly, feeling her heart kick up. Had someone seen her on the lake with Egan? They had been careful. He’d dropped her off away from the dock and she’d walked back to the mansion alone, but she’d expected Langley to be in the meeting longer.
Thankfully, she’d changed back into her clothes before she left the boat because just as soon as she walked into the house, Mr. Stark had approached her and told her that Mr. Langley wanted to see her. She could have easily taken Stark’s attitude as a warning, but the man had never cared much for Novah. She often wondered if he felt she was a threat when it came to her contact with Mr. Langley.
On the walk to the office she’d prepared herself for what she’d say if he asked about her relationship with Egan, but now standing here, seeing his uneasy expression, she wasn’t sure she could defend herself. “You wanted to see me, sir?”
“Thank you for coming.”
“How was the meeting?” A part of her cringed. She blamed Egan for putting doubt in her head. Every politician had a slew of assistants and people who had a specific job. Yet, as she looked back, she’d even wondered herself why she wasn’t given access to Langley’s files.
“A pain in my ass. I wanted to tell you that the report you did for me today
