I can say Noah is a mystery, but sexually, his books say otherwise. The man is not only known worldwide as an author but is probably one of the only people on this planet who is known for porn without actually doing porn. If a woman sees what he looks like, then reads his book…the imagination is infinite.

Wait a minute! Did he market his books like that? Did he lie to me? Did his wife’s sister and best friend start the rumor, and have it grow into one of the most genius marketing plans of all time, because that is what he wanted? I’m not even an avid reader, and I started reading the book because of knowing the story behind it. Did he have the rumor start for publicity?

It makes sense. Someone hears about an erotic romance novel, and the sex scenes are based on the author's real sex life. Bookworms will read most smut or well-written sex books anyway. But this! Knowing the author is behind the sex! Holy shit! No wonder the book went viral, and millions upon millions have read it.

           It’s like reading a memoir except it’s a story and it’s sex. It’s like reading a murder mystery based on real life, except it’s sex.

           And not to mention, as much as I hate admitting it, he’s hot. He’s really fucking hot. And he’s smart and rich and everything a woman would want. So, when women who haven’t read the book see him, whether it's in real life or on the internet, they may read the book just because of his looks and knowing they can imagine the sex however they want without being forced to see a video and how it’s laid out.

           I’ve been reading it knowing it’s him, but now! Now I am going to vividly see him when I read it. Now I’m going to look at him differently in real life after I read those parts. I already know I can never look at him the same.

           Maybe I shouldn’t read anymore for now. Maybe I should steer clear of the book.

           Too bad. What page did he say? One-hundred and nine…I think.

           -Anders slides his shoes off, knowing Veronica will not be home for the next two hours. He walks along the long hallway of the mansion, feeling at ease with his life. He’s accomplished more than he could ever imagine and has the woman he’d never leave.

            He slides his shirt over his head and unbuckles his pants. He’s overly tired thanks to the long day that he had.  

           His boxers are the only thing between him and the couch as he drops down and quickly closes his eyes. His urge to fall asleep is strong, but he fights it by trying to look at his phone. He knows lying down isn’t going to help it any.

           He falls asleep fast. After what doesn’t feel like long, he slowly comes to. He’s quick to open his eyes due to a feeling he’s familiar with. The clock across from him reads seven twenty, meaning he slept for an hour. And his beautiful wife has her mouth wrapped around his hard cock.

           “Someone’s a little happy.” He says groggily while intertwining his fingers into her hair. “Baby, I wasn’t expecting this wake-up call.”

           She slides her mouth off of his cock and smiles. “Oh, baby. You have no idea. I came home to you lying in this position. I noticed your rock-hard cock standing out of your boxers. He was inviting me for a little fun. I figured this would wake you.

           “Yeah?” He smiles. “Why don’t you let me take a turn and go down on you?”

           “I’m soaked, baby.” She interjects. “The sound of my mouth on your cock turns me on.”

           He pulls her up, quickly wrapping his hands around the back of her legs and slowly bringing her down.  His cock penetrates her pussy, his body quickly thrusting up causing it to slip into her. Her moan fills his ears, causing him to thrust harder.

           “Baby!” She seductively whispers. “I wasn’t done pleasuring you.”

           “Too bad.” He says and clamps his teeth to her neck, biting down and beginning to suck.

           Her body warms with euphoric pleasure. Her breasts ache, and her pussy squeezes tightly around his cock. She’s in a euphoric heaven from the love this man gives and feels every part of his naked body.

           “Don’t you want to take your boxers off?” She breathes.

           He removes his lips from the crook of her neck. “Why? My cock is already in you. And the way your pussy drenches these boxers is only a turn-on.”

           She wraps her arms around his neck, bringing her lips to his and grinding on his cock, taking over. He doesn’t let her take control often and this is one of those times she gets to grind her curvy ass into his body and release herself all over him.

           Their lips collide with passion. Their tongues explore each other's mouths. Their bodies press hard together as Veronica grinds and waves her body harder and faster.

           She whimpers from the back of her throat, her deep kiss muffling the sound. Her ass trembles as Anders slips his finger into her hole.

           She peels her lips from his. “No.” She commands. “I want your hand around my neck, choking me, baby.”

           “That’s too much.” He argues. “I’ve never choked you. I don’t know where or how hard.”

           “Just do it.” She argues. “Wrap your hand around my neck and squeeze the slightest. Make your fingers press on each side of my neck, without making me blackout. I’ll tap you and try telling you to stop if it’s too much.”

           “Okay.” He says softly, wrapping his hand around her neck. “Like that?”

           She nods with pleasurable excitement, waving in her eyes. “I’ll teach you, baby.” -

           Fuck!

           “Harper.” Noah’s voice brings me back to reality. “Are you ready?”

           I close my phone and stand up while doing my best to act like he did not just bust me reading his book. “Sure. I was just watching videos on my phone and kind of paying attention to the game show on the TV.”

           His eyes wave with confusion as he looks at the black screen. “The TV isn’t on.”

           “Right!” I laugh nervously. “I just turned it off. And then I started watching more videos on my phone. Anyway! What are we doing?”

           “We are going to go over the investments and emergency funds. Some more information.”

           “Nice,” I say while still nervously laughing.

           God! I feel like a freaking idiot.

           Back in his office, I feel weird. I can’t explain it, but it’s like I feel nervous yet aroused around him. And I hardly know this man. I think meeting him, getting to know him, and studying his every damn move would be a good idea before sleeping with him.

           Oh My God! I am not going to sleep with him! Why did my brain auto-answer me?

           “Is everything okay?” He asks, sliding into his chair. “You look like you either saw a ghost or your mind was wandering…wait. Is it me?”

           I’m quick to shake my head. “No. It’s not you. I promise. I just…I haven’t been feeling the greatest today. A little under the weather.”

           “Oh.” He says, swiftly opening his drawer. “Is it stomach or other issues? Because we did just eat pizza, and I know that grease can be a little extreme.”

           “Stomach,” I say, knowing I am lying to him.

           “Oh. Do you need to go home or?”

           I’m quick to lean forward. “No. I’ll be alright. Is that your dad?” I ask and nod to the picture on his desk.

He opens the laptop. “He was. Unfortunately, he passed away.”

“Oh!” I say, feeling uncertain about what to say. “How did he pass?”

“I was four years old. He had an aneurysm. It’s one of those freak things that are hard to diagnose and almost always fatal. My mother told me he was cooking dinner, laughing, and playing with us kids, and then within seconds, he was on the floor and never woke up. But don’t feel bad for me. I was so little I don’t remember any of it.”

           “I lost my mother a few years ago,” I say, rubbing my thumbs together. “It sucks. But I’ve gotten over it, I just have a few moments here and there.”

He hesitates. “Can I ask how?”

“Cancer. She kind of did it to herself as sad as that is to say. She used to brag about how she started smoking cigarettes at ten years old. By the time I was born, she was smoking three packs a day. One day she started sounding hoarse. A few weeks later her throat started hurting. She ignored it until she was coughing up blood. The doctors knew before they even did the scans. She didn’t even fight. She was my mother, and I will always love her, but she didn’t seem to care. It was almost like she was happy to die.”

He scoffs with confusion. “It’s amazing how an hour ago we were talking about sex and now we are talking about dead parents. And what’s even more amazing is I’m telling you things I wouldn’t tell other people. I was married to Ivy for fifteen years and she always knew my dad had died when I was young, but I never told her the full story like I just did with you. It’s weird how strangers can bring things out of people.”

“Are we even strangers anymore?” I ask softly, returning my eyes to my thumbs.

He smiles and lowers his head. “No. I think we know each other quite well, to be honest. You know me personally well if you’re reading my book.”

“Yep,” I say, pursing my lips tightly together and widening my eyes, averting them from me and him.

He chuckles. “Why do you say it like that?”

           I fight to spit out the truth. “I don’t know if I can read any more of your book, Noah. Now that I know you and now that I’ve read what I have read so far. It’s a lot to take in. I don’t know how to say this or how to explain it, but it’s like you’re my boyfriend and I’ve slept with you already when it’s nothing near that between us. Your book makes me feel like that.”

His eyes gaze deep into mine like he’s trying to figure me out. “That makes sense. I’ve heard that from other women who have known me and read my book. One girl tried to sleep with me in front of Ivy.”

I gasp, widening my eyes. “What did Ivy do?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing. She tried to convince me to sleep with the girl. Ivy and I were a little different. She enjoyed the thrill. And I think that’s why she began cheating on me and ended it after everything we went through…which still fucks with my brain. She taught me most of what I know. She knew the rules I always had, and I was the one who started some of the BDSM stuff, but she taught me most of it. Why create this perfect…sex machine of a man and then just leave?”

“Some people are weird,” I interject softly. “Maybe she never meant for all this to happen and it just kind of did.”

He looks at me, bewildered. “That’s close to what she was saying. Almost her words.”

I exhale a heavy breath. “I call it starting a new chapter in my life. Sometimes those chapters suck but they have to be written.”

“Worst chapter of my life.” He argues softly. “I’d rather write a book on how zombies eat me before ever going through that again.”

“Just find the right girl next time.” I smile.

He flashes his eyebrows. “Help me find her.”