Finding out that Noah wants her is a dream come true. At thirty years old, Sage is ready to take that next step.
Noah wants Sage, and he intends to have it all with her. The only way to get her is to knock her up. That’s his plan. Sage is fire and passion—everything Noah loves and craves in his woman. He wants to share the rest of his life with her, but when Sage tells him she loves him, he freezes. Even though Sage is the only woman he wants, he cannot bring himself to say the words.
When one of his old clients threatens to take Sage away from him forever, will he have the strength to finally tell Sage how he feels, or will his fear of losing everything hold him back?
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“Wow.”
“I have a thing about cheating assholes, sweetheart,” he said.
“And it surprises me you don’t have a wife of your own. Any woman would love to have you.”
“I guess I’m a picky guy.”
“You haven’t found the woman you want?” she asked.
“I’ve found her, but I need to make sure she feels the same way.”
“Do I know her?”
“Would you like some more wine?” he asked.
She covered her glass. “No, thank you.”
“What about you? Have you found a man you want?”
“I think I have.”
He paused in lifting his glass to his lips. “You have?”
“Yeah, I’m just waiting for him to make the right move.” She slowly teased her fingers over the rim of the glass, waiting, wondering. She didn’t know if she was doing the right or wrong thing.
Should she just tell him she’d seen his plans? Teasing and flirting, this wasn’t her. She didn’t want to be the woman who kept secrets. That wasn’t a way for any relationship to start.
“I can’t do this.” She took a deep breath. “I know about your plan.”
“You do?”
“I stumbled across your file, and I read it all.” She waited a second for him to digest her information. “I’m all in. You don’t need to get me drunk, or try to manipulate your way into my bed. My door is open to you, and to you alone.” She slid out of her chair. “I will leave that decision to you.”
She turned on her heel and left.
Her heart pounded.
Sage made her way out into the warm night air, feeling better for not keeping the truth to herself. She wasn’t a liar or a manipulator.
She believed in telling the truth, and that would never change.
The rest was on Noah. She wouldn’t hold his plans against him. Sometimes people got desperate.
She began to walk toward her apartment. With each step she took, she wondered if she’d gotten it all wrong until a car suddenly pulled up near the side of the road. She stopped, recognizing Noah’s car.
The window rolled down, and she bent forward to look at him.
“Get in the car,” he said.
She slid into the seat beside him, tugging down her skirt that had rolled up.
Noah put his hand on her knee, and that touch alone sent a shockwave of electricity through her body. His fingers were so soft, and not for the first time, she wondered what kind of pleasure his hands would create.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“My place.” He spun the car around, and Sage leaned back into her seat. With each passing second, excitement built inside her.
“You have to know, Sage, there is no going back. Tell me if you can’t handle this. You’re mine. You know what I want.”
“I do, and I can handle it.”
“Good.”
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