A Million Dirty Secrets (Million Dollar Duet 1)

“Have you called anyone to let them know you’re okay?” he asked, cutting into his steak.

I wasn’t really sure how I was supposed to respond to that. If I told him the truth, it might piss him off enough that he would decide to take my phone away from me. But he hadn’t established any rules regarding having contact with family or friends, plus he knew I had my cell. I hated to lie, because one lie almost always led to another, which led to another, until you’d woven one heck of a web of deceit that was near impossible not to get caught up in. Plus I was still looking forward to watching his pretty, pretty face in one of his pissy tantrums. So, screw it, I told him the truth.

“I talked to my best friend, Dez, before I came down to dinner.”

“And your parents?” he asked, his face not showing any indication that he was upset by my admission.

I was disappointed, to say the least … and I also had to snatch Double Agent Coochie’s hooker heels from her and grind one into her sassy little mouth.

“They think I’m away at school. I’ll have to call them eventually, but they can’t know where I am or what I’m doing. It would kill them.”

Noah nodded and tented his fingers under his chin. “That’s understandable. But I want you to feel free to keep in touch with whomever you need to. As long as you’re holding up your end of the deal and not trying to break our contract, you’ll have most all the freedoms you enjoyed before you came to me.”

“Most?” I asked, arching a brow in question.

“All except for your body, of course. That belongs to me,” he clarified.

“So I can leave the house whenever I want?” I asked, testing the limitations.

“I expect you to be here when I am here, unless I have preauthorized an outing. I say preauthorized because I want to know where you are at all times. Plus, there may be times when I feel the need to come home during the day for a little stress relief,” he said with a crooked grin.

Let me clarify: that wasn’t just any crooked grin. My pussy was leaking at an abnormal rate and I feared for the safety of the expensive fabric that lined the chair I was sitting in. My nipples were at full attention and I pulled my shoulders forward, hoping my hussified reaction wouldn’t be noticeable. But it didn’t stop there. Oh, no, I was apparently on a roll with my newfound whorishness.

“And are you feeling stressed now?” I asked in a sultry voice.

Don’t ask me where that came from. I didn’t even recognize my own voice. Apparently I had let my guard down just enough to allow my hoochie of a coochie to get the drop on me, going straight for the verbal function of my brain and setting up camp. That was my story, and I was sticking to it.

Noah chuckled and licked his bottom lip, which really sort of pissed me off because I kind of wanted to do that. “Let’s see. I have an incredibly sexy woman in my house, whom I’ve paid some major dough to have my way with anytime I want, yet I can’t because I’ve brought a bit of discomfort to her. So, yeah, I guess you might say I’m a tad bit stressed.”

Double Agent Coochie found the part of my brain that controlled my motor skills and planted her flag. I had lost all control of my own body. I laid my napkin next to my plate and pushed away from the table. Noah kept his eyes trained on me the entire time. As I walked toward him, he sat back in his chair and tilted his head to the side with his eyebrows furrowed in question, waiting to see what I intended to do. I slid between him and the table and sank down to my knees.

“What are you doing, Delaine?” he asked, his voice deep and husky.

“Stress management.” I smiled, unfastening his belt with an unbelievable amount of confidence.

“I thought I told you that you have the night off,” he said, scooting his chair back a bit to give me more room.

“You did.” I unzipped his pants and laid the flaps open as I kissed along the bulge just under his Calvin Kleins.

Noah ran his fingers through my hair and then cupped my chin, lifting it so that I met his gaze. “If you keep that up much longer, I’m not going to be able to stop you.”

“Then don’t,” I said, dipping my head down to continue my previous actions.

He pushed his chair back further until he was out of my reach. “Not until I’ve had my dessert.”

Without warning, he lifted me up and sat me on the edge of the table, pushing the dinner dishes away. His hands were on both of my knees as he spread my legs and pulled himself closer. Then he moved up my thighs slowly, dipping under the hem of his shirt and pushing it up along the way.

We both watched as he revealed my nakedness beneath, and I gasped when I heard a feral growl from deep in his chest. I had always kept myself sufficiently groomed in that area because, well, you just never knew when you might end up in some sort of freak accident and someone might have the need to see something down there.

He licked his lips while ogling my cooch, and then he finally lifted his eyes to mine. “I’m sure you won’t mind if I kiss this and make it all better.”

Without waiting for my response, he spread me wider and began to suck the skin on the inside of my left thigh.

“Um, Noah?” I started in a shaky voice.

“Hmm?” he hummed as he continued to work his way up my thigh.

“Do you really think the dining room table is the best place to do this? I mean, it can’t be very sanitary.”

“I eat all my meals at the table,” he mumbled against my thigh.

I suppose he had a point, and I probably wasn’t going to win that argument, even if I really wanted to. Besides, it didn’t matter because by then, he’d reached my center and his nose was nuzzling my love nubbin. I felt his tongue run along my folds and I grabbed on to the hair of his head to hold on because it felt like the world was spinning way too fast.

“You smell so good, Delaine. And you taste even better.” He moaned against my pussy, and then his hand ran along the underside of my thigh to lift my leg, draping it over his shoulder. I watched as he lapped at my center, and then he captured my clit with his lips and sucked chastely before flicking it with purpose. He looked up at me and winked while his serpent-like tongue sped up, and a pleasure like I’d never known shot through my body and my head dropped back.

“Look at me,” his husky voice commanded. “I want you to watch me feed on you.”

“Oh, God,” I groaned, lifting my head to obey.

First one and then another finger disappeared inside me and began to move in and out while the fingers of his other hand spread my lips apart. He sucked my clit into his mouth, latching on and doing this unbelievable thing with his teeth and tongue that I couldn’t see, but I sure as hell felt. Then he pushed his fingers all the way in to the knuckles and curled them back and forth, and I couldn’t help the porn-star-like moan that came from somewhere in the back of my throat.