A Million Dirty Secrets (Million Dollar Duet 1)

“I guess I’m sorry I set them on fire,” I mumbled.

“Don’t be. Your feelings were hurt, so I understand why you did it.” He chuckled. “You’re a little hellcat, you know that? It sort of turned me on. Especially when you called me your man.”

Damn. Had I done that?

“Well, you are for the next two years,” I said, covering, and then diverted my attention to the television. One of those popular vampire series was on, and I did my best to conceal my inner girly girl. “I love this show. There’s something about vampires that’s just so sexy and forbidden.”

He laughed. “Oh, really? What’s so sexy about them?”

I looked at the television again, and the vampire had some human chick strapped spread-eagled in a standing position while he fucked her with his vamp speed. “That’s the reason,” I answered, pointing to the screen. I was getting pretty worked up at the sight of the vamp’s naked ass and the way he pounded into the poor girl, but she wasn’t complaining.

“I knew I had you pegged right. You really do like the rough stuff, don’t you?” he asked as he moved his hand up my thigh and nuzzled the side of my breast. He took my clothed nipple between his teeth and lightly teased it. “Hmm? Do you want me to do that to you?” he continued, nuzzling the bud with the tip of his nose. “Have you spread-eagled in front of me while I pound into that beautiful pussy?”

Yes, please.

“I can do that, Delaine. I can fuck you like that.”

I drew in a stuttering breath and he looked up at me from beneath his long lashes.

“Lift your shirt up for me, baby,” he said in that husky voice.

Double Agent Coochie stood up and took notice.

I slowly did as he asked, and for once I wasn’t the least bit disgruntled about it. He made this moaning sound that caused the Cooch to shiver and then melt into a pile of goo. His lips wrapped around my left nipple while his hand moved closer to my center. Slowly his tongue circled the raised bud before he scraped it with his teeth. I could feel his hot breath wash over my skin as he exhaled in contentment. Then his lips closed over the nipple and he suckled it as he moved his head back and forth. With one long suck he pulled away, elongating my breast before releasing it and watching it snap back into place.

I was gushing full-on, Niagara Falls style, between the legs at that point.

Noah inclined his head and placed sensual kisses along the underside of my jaw until he reached my ear. “I’ve got something for you,” he murmured. When I pulled back and gave him a warning scowl, he rushed to explain. “I picked it out just for you. I promise. And I’ve never given any other woman anything remotely close to it.”

“Okay …,” I said warily.

He reached beside him and picked up a black box with a slim emerald ribbon tied around it and sat it on my thigh. “Open it,” he urged when I stared at it.

I took a deep breath and released it slowly as I picked up the box and tugged on the end of the ribbon. Then I lifted the lid, and my mouth went agape. It was a silver cuff bracelet with an oval in the center that was decorated with a diamond-encrusted stag. Just beneath it, there was a banner with the name “Crawford” inlaid with even more tiny, shimmering diamonds. It was breathtaking.

Noah took it from my hands and secured it around my right wrist. “It’s my family’s crest,” he said with a shrug. “This will let everyone know that you belong to me. I want you to wear it at all times.”

“It’s too much,” I said, shaking my head.

“There’s a certain standard of living that comes along with being my girl, Delaine,” he said. “Although we both know that it’s contractual, no one else does. It makes sense that you would wear this sort of jewelry. Besides, I happen to think it looks sexy as hell on you.”

I nodded reluctantly.

“Lift the bottom,” he said, nodding back toward the box. “There’s more.”

I reached inside the box and pulled at the little silk tab on the bottom, trying to guess what more there could be.

Holy speeding bullets, Batman!

I’d seen this type of thing before; Dez had dragged me along to more “fun” parties than a person should ever be forced to attend in one lifetime. Honestly, I didn’t get what all the fuss was about. And now I found myself staring down at the mack daddy of all silver bullets. The same Crawford crest was carved into its side, but thankfully there were no diamonds. And then I had an epiphany. They said diamonds were a girl’s best friend, but the silver bullet sure could give them a run for their money in that category.

The Cooch perched her hands on her hips, insulted that he hadn’t given her diamonds as well, but grateful all the same that she wouldn’t have to worry about it shredding her girly bits.

“The bracelet is so that everyone else knows that you belong to me,” he explained as he took the vibrator from my hands. “This … is so that you will.”

He turned the switch on and slipped his hand between my legs to press the bullet against my clit. “Oh, God,” I gasped, and my head fell forward.

“Well now, that wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for,” he whispered into my ear. “We’ve been through this before, Delaine. This little toy is supposed to remind you of whom you belong to. So tell me, Delaine, who is that again?”

He pulled the bullet away so that it lightly touched that little bundle of nerves, and then he started working it in excruciatingly slow circles.

We’re his dirty little slut! Say his name! Tell him anything he wants! Just get me more! the Cooch screamed at me.

“Please … Noah,” I said on a moan, and then arched my hips up to close the distance.

He grabbed my hip with the hand he had snaked around my waist and held me down. “Please what?” he teased.

The cocky bastard had asked me to say his name and I’d complied. And he was still teasing me?

“More. I want more,” I moaned pathetically.

“More what? More of this?” He pressed the bullet closer and gave me what I craved.

“Oh, God, yes.” I realized my mistake a little too late. Noah pulled the bullet away again and gave me a scowl.

“Let’s try again. In fact, let’s make a new rule. Every time you feel the need to say the name ‘God,’ you say my name in place of it. And I guarantee you’re going to love my version of heaven.”

Noah pressed the bullet to my clit again and then quickly slid it between my folds before slipping it inside me.