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  Antigone was still as gorgeous as ever. Her thick curly brown hair was cut to her shoulders, even though she swore she would never cut her hair since it took her forever to grow it out. She had perfectly smooth brown skin and deep eyes. Meanwhile, Mayko was the absolute opposite. Her hair was normally black, but it was now dyed a soft pink. She had pierced her bottom lip and wore glasses though she had perfect vision. Her outfit choices were usually ripped jeans and plaid shirts, while Antigone was more floral sundresses. They were complete opposites in terms of appearance, but they shared the same brain sometimes.

  “Don’t you guys have classes?” I asked them, sitting back down on the bed.

  “It’s healthy to skip every once in a while,” Antigone replied.

  “And,” Mayko said, taking my hand, “our sister apparently was attacked, and we only knew because of Twitter.”

  Shit. I hadn’t even thought of them.

  “I’m sorr—” I began.

  Before I could even get the words out, they hugged me tightly.

  “You don’t have to be sorry, Meli, we were just worried. You weren’t answering your phone,” Antigone said softly, and I felt a familiar ache in my heart, but this time I welcomed it.

  When they let go, I pinched both of their cheeks just like I did when we were kids.

  “Amelia!” they yelled at me. Giggling, I let go.

  “Am I interrupting?” Noah questioned from behind us.

  “Yes, but it’s okay since you’re hot,” Mayko said, and I smacked her leg. “Ouch! Possessive much?”

  “She was always bad at sharing,” Antigone nodded.

  “I’m sorry, are you asking to share my boyfriend right now?” I asked.

  Mayko looked between us. “Are you offering?” she teased.

  “Down girl, down,” I said, waving my finger in her face.

  “I’m only joking.”

  She was only partially joking.

  “Please tell me you plan on feeding us, Noah. I’m dying here,” Antigone groaned, rubbing her stomach.

  Noah’s eyes looked over all of us and then fell back on me, his eyebrow raised.

  “I can totally see how you’re all related,” he replied. I flung a pillow at him. With one hand, he caught it.

  “Throwing things won’t get you food any faster,” he joked.

  “What will a hand—” Mayko started.

  Reaching over to Mayko, my hand closed over her mouth before she embarrassed me even further. I loved her to death, but she purposely said things to get people riled up.

  “Get dressed, and I’ll get you all out for the best breakfast in town,” he winked at me, closing the door behind him. I let go of Mayko, who only leered at me.

  “I like him,” Antigone said, walking toward the closet.

  “None of my stuff is in there—”

  “What do you mean?” she questioned, lifting out a yellow dress of mine.

  What? This was still Noah’s room.

  Rising from the bed, I moved into the closet right beside her, and there, next to all of his leather jackets and button-down shirts were my clothes, which took up two-thirds of the closet. Even my shoes were all lined up perfectly.

  I wasn’t sure if it was Ollie or Noah, but I didn’t care. Just seeing something as simple as a closet made me feel better.

  Heading into the bathroom, it was the same thing. All my facial cleansers, lotions, and perfumes were sitting on the counter, and I knew that it was Noah. I had a system for setting up my bathroom, and Ollie knew it already.

  This was all Noah.

  We’d be in Chicago filming for a few more weeks. This suite was his home away from home, and he had actively moved me into his life.

  It really was the little things that mattered.

  Chapter Eight

  Amelia

  “You can open your eyes now,” he said to us.

  Dropping my hands, I’m not sure what I expected to see, but shiny stainless steel pots and a freshly polished flatbed fully stocked with vegetables inside the hotel kitchen was not it. I glanced over to my sisters, who looked just as confused as me.

  “I got it,” Mayko said, clapping. “You hired a personal chef to make us our breakfast?”

  “Close,” Noah answered, reaching for a folded apron on the countertop and tying it around his waist.

  “You? You’re cooking?” I’d never seen him cook anything. I’m not even sure I’d seen him operate a damn microwave.

  “Doubting Thomas, please take your seats, and prepared to be amazed.” He motioned to the stools on the other side of the tables.

  Each one of us made a face as we took our seats—me in the middle, Antigone to my left, and Mayko to my right.

  “What’s on the menu, Chef Sloan?” Antigone sat up, her elbows on the table. She reached for a piece of bread, but he smacked her hand with a wooden spoon.

  “You’ll regret it if you eat now,” he uttered softly, his eyes never leaving hers, that devilish smirk of his stuck to his face.

  Antigone slowly sunk back into her seat, holding the hand he smacked to her chest, like he had rewarded her. Snapping my fingers in front her face, she shook her head clear.

  “You were drooling,” Mayko teased. But she shut up the moment he stepped up beside her, taking her hand and placing a champagne flute in it. He held on to it as he poured the chilled sparkling champagne, never letting go, even when he switched to get the orange juice. He smiled at her, filling her glass up to the rim.

  “Who’s drooling now, bitch?” Antigone said. Mayko still couldn’t speak.

  Noah, pretending he couldn’t hear us, skipped me and moved over to Antigone, repeating the same action. I’m sure some girls would have gotten jealous. I was trying my best not to laugh, placing my hand over my mouth. They were only being exposed to a fraction of his charm, and they couldn’t think straight. If they only knew—

  “Hah!” I gasped, sitting up straighter as he came over to me. However, unlike with them, he pressed up against me completely, his lips right at my ear and his hands on either side of me.

  “Drink reasonably, babe. Your fever finally came down,” he whispered into my ear. I shivered, trying to focus on anything but how close he was. That went out the window when he kissed my shoulder, though, and then moved back to his work station as if nothing had happened.

  “I want one,” Mayko whispered.

  “You already have a boyfriend,” Antigone reminded her.

  “Not one like him,” she replied. I’m not sure what she was thinking, but she snapped herself out of it, turning to me and saying, “You think he’d give lessons on how to woo a girl?”

  “Yes, because as actors, we have the luxury of time.”

  “I’ll put it on my Christmas list,” she said seriously, and at that, Antigone and I broke out laughing. Mayko was one of a kind. You’d never guess she was actually studying to be a rocket scientist.

  “He’s no joke.” Antigone said, nodding to Noah. He reached for two onions, slicing them into quarters, and then with a speed I thought was reserved only for master chefs, he chopped right through them. He slid them to the edge of the cutting board before reaching for two cloves of garlic, then fresh parsley. He went for the tomatoes last.

  “Where in the hell did you learn to do this?” I asked.

  “I acted in a small indie movie called The Vintage Cloud in Italy two years ago. I wanted to be authentic, so I took a few classes,” he answered like it was nothing, pouring olive oil into a cast iron pan. “How I became this sexy, well—that was just divine providence.”

  “Careful, your head is expanding,” I said.

  “Is it?” He glanced down at his crotch. “Excuse me, ladies. I really can’t contain myself sometimes.”

  Antigone and Mayko couldn’t take it anymore. They almost fell out of their chairs laughing. Meanwhile, my face was slowly getting hotter and hotter. Downing the mimosa, I couldn’t think of anything to say. Damn him.

  “Come on, Santa. Mama
needs one of those,” Mayko lifted her glass to toast him.

  “Neither of you are helping his ego right now,” I said, glancing back and forth between them.

  “Didn’t you hear him?” Antigone joined. “It’s divine providence. Nothing can help contain that.”

  Noah winked at me.

  “Ugh, Amelia, why do you have to be Blair Hawthorne?” Antigone groaned, leaning to the side. “How the hell am I supposed enjoy the sinful sex life of Damon and Blair when my sister is the lead actress being whipped?”

  “Don’t. I’m still sad,” Mayko replied.

  “Thanks, guys,” I pouted.

  Mayko leaned in on my right. “How much of it is real?”

  “Since you guys are dating, is it acting or foreplay?” Antigone said, leaning in from my left.

  Yep. My face was red. I could feel the heat in my ears. Meanwhile, Noah just slid his minced ingredients into the pan, the corners of his lips turned up.

  “Foreplay,” Noah answered as I reached for the champagne. Screw the orange juice.

  He continued, “But we don’t plan it out that way. We go to set, and we’ve read through our lines so many times by this point that they’re almost dull. But the moment the director says ‘action,’ you forget everything but what you have to say and who you are saying it to. Each line, every single touch builds up, and even though in the back of my mind I know I am not Damon Shaw, I, Noah, can’t help but get excited either. What was once a simple line or a slight touch becomes so much. The fact that I think your sister is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on only makes matters harder for me. Whether the director says ‘cut’ or not, until I have her, until I’m no longer aching with the need of her, then I can’t stop. So, yes, it’s real, and yes, it’s foreplay—of the best kind.”

  I crossed my legs, trying to ignore the aching I was currently feeling for him.

  “Jesus Christ,” Mayko whispered.

  Without missing a beat, Noah turned off the stove, placing a mat down in front of us before lifting the pan into the center.

  “Here you have Egg and Tomato Breakfast Skillet,” he stated before stepping over to me, taking a piece of bread, dipping it the red sauce, and bringing it to my lips. He blew gently before lifting it for me to eat off his fingertips.

  “Oh my god,” I said. It was amazing.

  “Like I said, the best breakfast in town,” he smirked, brushing the corner of my mouth with his thumb.

  “Don’t mind us. We’ll just eat our feelings,” Antigone stated, reaching for a piece of bread as well.

  The both moaned, and I felt proud. I was happy they got to meet him, and most importantly, see him they same way I did. He was fucking amazing.

  Noah

  I knew I didn’t have anything to prove—Amelia would love me no matter what anyone had to say. But I wanted her sisters to like me anyway. Despite the fact that they each looked vastly different from each other, all three of them share a lot of similarities, and I could tell Amelia really, truly cared what they thought of her.

  We had spent the day touring, Amelia and I disguised of course. That was a small price to pay for the amount of fun she had. With everything going on, I wanted her to remember her life, our life, and the people within it weren’t all bad. She needed a break from the constant shitstorm trying to rain on us, even if it was just for a day.

  “Thank you for today,” she said, squeezing my hand as we walked to the awaiting car from the airfield. It was late, and her sisters said they’d prefer to head back to school. I was pretty sure they were only saying that because they didn’t want to intrude.

  “No thanks required,” I replied.

  When Daniel opened the car door for us, we slid inside, our hands never unlinking.

  Silently, my thumb rubbed slow circles over her hand. When she placed her leg over the top of my thigh, I felt the excitement rising in the pit of my stomach. Releasing her hand, I slid up her dress until my hand rested on her smooth upper thigh.

  I wanted her. It felt like it had been years since I had had her, and when she moved to sit in my lap, I knew she wanted me just as bad. We weren’t going to make it back to the hotel suite. I slipped the yellow strap of her dress off her shoulder, allowing me kiss her neck, my right hand grabbing a handful of her breast. Annoyed with the fabric, needing to feel her skin, I pulled the down the top of her dress, bra included, freeing her breasts.

  “Noah!” she squealed as I pinched her nipple, tugging on it. She rubbed her ass on my cock, teasing me just as much as I was teasing her.

  “Do you know how long I’ve thought about fucking you?” I asked, biting the top of her ear. “How badly I’ve wanted to bury my dick in your pussy, Amelia? I’m losing my mind here.”

  She could only moan in response.

  “Daniel,” I called out, not bothering to look away from her body, my hands sliding into her underwear. “Find a place to park and come back in an hour.”

  Without question or hesitation, he pulled over. Leaving the car on, he stepped out. I really didn’t give a damn if he was in the car or not when I took her, but I didn’t want her overanalyzing this later.

  Pushing down the rest of her dress until it and her bra sat around her waist, I kissed down her spine as she bent over as far as she could within the backseat of the Mercedes.

  She turned back to face me, lust burning hotter than the sun in her blue eyes. Slowly she slid off my lap and onto the seat beside me. Undoing my pants, she reached into them and wrapped her hand around my cock.

  “Can I taste you?” she asked, but she didn’t wait for me to answer. Instead, kneeling, she licked the tip of me, and my cock twitched against her tongue.

  She licked my cock from top to base not once, not twice, but three times before taking me into her hot, soaking wet mouth.

  “Jesus fuck, Amelia,” I hissed, brushing her hair from her face so I could watch as she sucked me off. Being in her mouth was the sweetest kind of torture. Reaching over, I lifted up the bottom part of her dress, exposing her lacy thong. As I pulled on it, she gasped, wiggling her ass for me.

  SMACK.

  SMACK.

  “Ahh!” she gasped, breathing heavily.

  SMACK.

  Her tongue wrapped around me as I thrust into her mouth. And it was like she knew I was barely hanging on and decided to step up her game. She sucked harder, her head bobbing up and down, all while massaging my balls in her hand. I could feel myself hitting the back of her throat.

  Dear god.

  SMACK.

  I hit hard this time, enjoying the redness of her ass. Pulling her hair back, I forced her to release my dick, and when I did, I kissed her hard, tasting all of her mouth. She moaned in response, grabbing tightly on to my hair.

  When we parted, her lips hovered over mine, a look of need on her face.

  “Turn around,” I demanded, and all she could do was nod, giving me full access to her ass as she laid across my lap.

  Rubbing it, I grabbed a handful of both cheeks, then slapped it hard.

  “Ahh…” she moaned in pleasure and pain.

  “Who do you belong to?” I whispered, my body shaking with excitement at her like this, completely under my control.

  She glanced back as she gripped the door handle and said, “I belong to no one.”

  She was toying with me, and this time when I smacked her ass, her legs shook and her toes curled, her mouth dropping open.

  “To whom do you belong?” I asked again, and this time, she didn’t—maybe couldn’t—answer with words. Sweat clung to her skin, rolling down her neck. She was itching for me to touch her again as she sat up on all fours. But I wouldn’t until she answered my question.

  “Who do you belong to?” I repeated.

  “You.” She glanced back over her shoulder, her lips parting with another rush of pleasure as I simply touched her back.

  “Please…Noah. Fuck me,” she begged, and there were no better words in the English language. Sitting up
, she rocked her wet pussy over my cock. Holding on to her waist, I tried to control myself, but god fucking damn it, I needed her just as much.

  Taking my dick in my hand, I pressed up against her red ass, rubbing slowly before finally thrusting deeply into her.

  “Noah!” she cried out, grabbing the seat in front of her. Holding her hips, I didn’t move for a few seconds, allowing her to adjust to me, my hands working her hips until I could grab her breasts from behind, pinching her nipples as my thrust quickened and I fucked her like a wild animal, her breasts bouncing in my hands.

  I couldn’t fight anymore. With each thrust, with every moan that escaped from both of our mouths, I wanted more. I wanted everything about her. I kissed down her spine as she called my name over and over again as if she were singing as I fucked her.

  So…fucking…tight…

  Somehow, we turned over, her on all fours in the backseat, me hunched over her on my knees.

  “Amelia…” I couldn’t speak. She looked beautiful, sinful, but I couldn’t tell her, so I let my dick speak for me.

  “Yes! Noah! Yes!” she cried, coming for me.

  My vision blurred as I came closer, until—

  “Fuck, Amelia,” I hissed, slamming into her once more as I too came.

  With the little strength I had left, I pulled out of her, sitting back and pulling her onto my lap. She rested her head right under my chin, breathing in the smell of our sex as it filled the car, her heartbeat rapidly beating against mine.

  “You … know what the … best part of all of this is?” she managed to say through deep breaths.

  I kissed the side of her head. “What?”

  “We get to go to work and do this all over again,” she replied, and I laughed.

  When our lives weren’t shitty, it was fucking glorious.

  “We owe a lot to this movie,” I told her, hugging to me. “Who knows where either of us would be without it? So in honor of Sinners Like Us, let’s fuck like champions.”

  She giggled. “When don’t we?”

  I loved her more than life itself.

  Chapter Nine

  Noah

  I wasn’t expecting anything when we got to set the next morning. But the moment we entered the casino, the wave of applause confused both Amelia and me. Smiling from ear to ear, the director came over to us.