A Million Guilty Pleasures (Million Dollar Duet 2)

I took Lanie’s hand and guided her over the threshold, closing the door behind me. Walking over to the mantle above the fireplace, I picked up the remote and pressed the button to set the gas logs ablaze.

“What do you think?” I asked when she still hadn’t said anything.

She looked around. There had been some slight remodeling done, but I’d insisted that all the quaint nuances Lanie had gushed about were to be left intact. The floors had been stripped and polished and the furniture was all new, but earthy and plush. Every amenity she might ever want or need was there, complete with huge floor pillows that littered the space in front of the fireplace.

But Lanie still hadn’t said anything, and that made me nervous.

“You don’t have to keep it like this. I had Polly decorate it because I didn’t want it to be empty when I showed it to you. You can redo everything if you don’t like it.”

She turned and closed the distance between us. “Shut up, Noah. You talk too much.” She grabbed me by the shirt and yanked me toward her for a kiss that made my toes curl.

And she didn’t stop there, either.

Her tongue—so soft, so pliant—moved against mine, sweet like cotton candy. I held her to me, taking all that she gave and giving more in return. Her body molded to mine, and the way she moved against me … Oh, God, the way the woman moved was maddening. She had come to me a virgin, with no sexual experience at all. And although my original intention had been to teach her everything I liked, her real teacher had been her own body. She knew what she wanted, and all inhibitions dissolved when it came to getting it. And by answering her own body’s demands, she was answering mine.

Her nimble fingers drifted down the center of my shirt, freeing each button as she passed over them. She never broke the kiss, didn’t come up for air. She didn’t need to; every breath we took fed off the other’s. Her hands slid inside the opening of my shirt and pressed against my bare chest. Every muscle in my body went taut at her touch. When she finally broke the kiss, I felt the loss instantly, but her attention went to the side of my neck, and that was pretty damn okay, too.

Supple lips pulled and sucked at the skin there as her tongue tasted me. I pressed Lanie closer, meeting her questing hips and rubbing the bulge in my pants against her center. She moved to my chest, her tongue swirling over one very hard nipple while cupping the flexed muscle on the other side. And then slowly she moved her hands over my shoulders, pushing my shirt free to slide down my arms and onto the floor.

When she turned her attention to my other nipple, I weaved my fingers through her hair. Chills ran down my spine when I felt her fingernails scrape against my abdominal muscles to the waist of my jeans. She pulled at them, forcing me even closer, and then I felt her hand stroking me through my pants with the perfect amount of pressure.

“Kitten …” It was all I could muster through my heavy breathing, as I was trying desperately not to lose my shit before my cock had even been freed from its prison.

She kicked her shoes off and I found my hands at the hem of her shirt. My thumb caressed the bare skin beneath, but it wasn’t enough. So I lifted the shirt over her head to let it join mine on the floor. She was stunning in the frilly blue bra she wore underneath, the creamy mounds of her breasts spilling over the cups. I palmed them, squeezing and kneading through the thin material, the way I knew she liked it. My thumbs swept over her hardened nipples and she bit the skin on my chest in reaction. Yeah, she liked that. So much so that the button on my jeans popped open and her hand slipped inside for skin-to-skin contact.

I hissed when the heel of her palm swept over the head of my dick. “Christ, Lanie.”

“You’re so hard,” she said in lust-filled amazement. She moved her hand against me as much as the tight confines of my jeans would allow.

I looked down so I could see her hand shoved down the front of my pants because I knew it would look fucking hot. I was right. The head of my dick was poking out of the top of my waistband, and apparently she saw it, too, because she quickly took her hand from my pants and knelt before me. Her hot little mouth was all over the tip, greedily devouring it. My balls tightened instantly and I had to grab the tops of her arms to pull her up before I shot my load right there.

“You gotta slow down, or I’m not going to last very long,” I warned, holding her at arm’s length.

A sultry gleam illuminated the baby blue of her eyes, and she pushed against my hold to tug on my pants. “I don’t want to slow down, Noah. I want you. I want to feel you, thick and hard inside me. I want to taste your come sliding down my throat. I want to feel your lips and tongue on my pussy. I want it all, Noah. I need it all, and you promised you’d give me everything I wanted or needed.”

“Fuck,” I groaned at her dirty talk. It was a weakness, and she knew it. She had me wrapped around her little pinky, knew how to work me just the right way, how to twist my words to work in her favor. And far be it from me to go back on my word. It was as good as gold—and damn it all if I didn’t want the same exact things she wanted. Except I had one more gift for her that was sure to make our evening together so much more pleasurable.

“Wait, Lanie. I have something for you,” I told her as I reached into my pocket.

“More? But Noah, you’ve already given me a house and a diamond ring …”

I gave her a wickedly evil grin as I brought my hand to eye level and released my fist to let the string of pearls I was holding unfold. “Diamonds may be a girl’s best friend, but pearls are a hell of a lot more fun,” I told her with a waggle of my brows. She looked confused, but it didn’t matter. It was merely a matter of minutes before she saw, or rather felt, for herself.

I grabbed Lanie and yanked her hard against my body, my mouth crashing onto hers as our lips met, our teeth clashed, and our tongues tangoed in a hard, hungry kiss. I sank to my knees on the floor pillows and she followed, never breaking the kiss. Her hands were everywhere, sweeping up my chest and over my shoulders to slowly drift along my biceps. I flexed them for her, knowing she loved it, and she moaned into my mouth.

While she was enjoying feeling me up, I made fast work of her bra, snapping it free to push the straps down her arms and toss it to the side. Her round, firm breasts pressed against my naked chest and my lips found the spot where her neck met her shoulder. She moaned when I ran the pearls over her hardened nipples and sucked at the skin of her neck. Leaving the pearls for a moment, my fingers deftly released her jeans and pushed them over her curvaceous hips.