A Million Dirty Secrets (Million Dollar Duet 1)

He was such a super freak.

So what could I do? I grinned and bit the corner of my mouth. Then I shoved all of his clothes to one side and hung my clothes up alongside his. If he didn’t like it, he could just give me my own room.

~$~

By quarter of six, everything was put away and I was waiting by the front door, as Noah had instructed. Kind of ridiculous, if you asked me, him expecting me to just stand there like June Cleaver, waiting for him to come walking through the door. I supposed he’d probably get a real kick out of it if I took his briefcase from him, handed him his sweater, and kissed him on the cheek before leading him to the den to sit in his favorite chair where his slippers and pipe were waiting. Not bloody likely, Ward.

The click of the doorknob brought me out of my TV Land fantasy, and I stopped biting my cuticles. Noah looked like hell warmed over, but the smile on his face was instant.

“Hi, honey! How was your day?” I asked with the biggest, fakest, most sarcastic smile I could muster.

Noah huffed out a laugh and set his briefcase down on the table. He ran his hands through his hair as he cocked his head to the side and regarded me. “It was shitty.”

“Aw, poor baby,” I cooed, poking out my bottom lip to mock him. “Sitting behind a desk all day in a cushy air-conditioned office while other people wait on you hand and foot sounds absolutely grueling.”

“You know, I like your mouth better when it’s got something in it.” He reached for the front of his pants and undid his belt. “So why don’t you come here and make my day a little better?” he said as he pulled out his cock.

My mouth dropped open, and I imagined I had the same look on my face that Polly had had in the car earlier.

“Yeah, just like that, only on my dick.”

“Right here? In the entryway? But I’m not sure the cook is gone yet. What if someone sees us?” I said with a frantic rush of words. I may have been panicking, but Double Agent Coochie was already on her knees with her hands raised in prayer, begging me to just go with it.

“Well, now, that would be part of the allure, wouldn’t it?” He reached out and pulled me closer to him. I could feel the movement of his hand against my stomach as he stroked himself. Noah’s hot breath washed over my face, his lips mere inches from mine. “I bet that turns you on, doesn’t it, Delaine? The fear of being caught on your knees with my dick in your mouth?”

The tip of his tongue snaked across my bottom lip and barely flicked at my upper lip, teasing me beyond distraction. “I’m going to introduce you to things you never even dreamed of doing before,” he murmured. “Forbidden things that I guarantee you’re going to love.”

I suddenly remembered that I was still without panties, and Double Agent Coochie was now drooling all over my thighs. The man had a wicked way with words.

Caught in his trance, I sank to my knees in front of him and took his cock in my hands. He groaned when I licked my lips and then gave the head a sensual kiss, capturing the little pearl drop of pre-come on the tip. I made a big show of swallowing it, like I was savoring his flavor. That earned me yet another moan.

“You like that, Noah?” I asked in a deep, sultry voice.

He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand and then gently entwined his fingers in my hair. With one swift motion, he pulled my head forward and pushed his cock into my mouth.

“Yeah, I fucking love it.”

I made fast work of him, sucking and licking and bobbing, practically swallowing him whole, just the way I remembered he liked it from my first night there. I grabbed his hips and pushed and pulled him, faster and faster. His head dropped back and he balled his hands into fists in my hair.

“Too much. Too quick,” he grunted as he tried to pull away, but I wasn’t having it.

I grabbed his cock again and pulled him forward. If he was going to pull away, he was going to do it without his dick attached to his body, and I was pretty confident he didn’t want that. I could feel his pulse throbbing in my mouth and I relaxed my throat, taking him as deep as I could, while desperately trying not to gag on him.

He growled, and then I felt the hot semen spurt down my throat. His movements became jerky and I looked up at him, seeing his face scrunched up like he was in pain. Looks could be deceiving. As much as I hated to admit it, he had a very sexy come face.

When his grip on my hair loosened and his body began to relax, I slowly backed off, licking him along the way. Then I let his cock go and watched it bounce lifeless.

“You were paying attention. Good girl.” And then he patted me on the head like a dog before tucking himself away in his pants.

That arrogant son of a whore!

“I don’t know about you, but I’ve really worked up an appetite. Let’s eat,” he said, clapping his hands.

Noah

All fucking day long I’d been trying to conceal the constant hard-on in my overly expensive pants. Christ, you’d think if you paid that much money for something, it would come equipped with some fancy gadget to help out a dude with just this sort of situation—Go Go Gadget Cock Block or something.

Pfft, whatever.

I kept imagining Delaine naked, trying on different outfits and spiked heels … all … damn … day. Plus, David Stone wasn’t exactly my favorite person in the world to hang out with. The fucktard jumped to conclusions and acted like every little dip in the market was the end of the world. Scarlet Lotus was a resilient company and had always stood strong. This little crisis would be no different.

So I was glad to finally be home, and I was even happier to see that Delaine was waiting by the door. Truthfully, I’d never thought she’d follow my instructions and be there, but she was. And she was running that smart-ass mouth of hers, making my dick even harder than it already was.

Not a very wise move on her part. So I stuffed something in it to shut her up. I deserved a big pat on the back for thinking quickly on my feet.

And it had felt incredible, too. When I tried to back away and she grabbed me and forced me to stay put? Goddamn! My million-dollar baby was learning to crawl, and I think I might have gotten a little tear in my eye.

I was perfectly aware that my patting her on the head like a dog was going to piss her off, but that was what she deserved for acting like a bitch.

As my punishment, I suppose, she was silent during dinner. She wouldn’t even answer outright questions, and that pissed me off more, but I let that shit go, because I was planning some punishment of my own. Eager to get to it, I insisted she join me in bed right after I rushed her through dinner. She was stripped buck naked and waiting for me under the covers when I finished in the bathroom. Just as she should be. Just as I had paid her to be.