A Million Dirty Secrets (Million Dollar Duet 1)

He slowed his movements and did that unbelievable thing where he rolled his hips with each thrust, causing a delicious friction on my clit. The whole while, he moaned into my neck, and the vibrations from it shot straight to my core. I was sure my body was convulsing at that point, but he kept going. He finally released the skin on my neck and looked down on me with a devilish grin.

“My turn.” He pumped his hips feverishly. Each inward thrust made a smacking sound as skin met skin. I was acutely aware that his efforts were actually moving me back up in the seat, but it didn’t matter. I felt my walls clamp around him again as I was tossed on another wave in that ocean of orgasms.

“Goddamnit,” Noah muttered. And then he dropped my left leg and pulled his cock out of me just before his semen shot out in spurts. It was hot and thick against the smooth skin of my pussy, and I watched in rapt fascination as he slid his hand back and forth over his length. His chest heaved and his head fell back while a low moan reverberated through his chest.

I wanted to fuck him again, just so that I could see the replay.

When he’d emptied all of his seed, his head fell forward and he looked me in the eye. His pectoral muscles flexed as he inhaled deeply to settle his breathing. He blew out the air in a quick gush and then tilted his head to the side before he leaned forward and gave me a soft, lingering kiss.

“You okay, kitten?” he asked as he cupped my cheek with one hand and swept his thumb over my kiss-swollen lip.

I kissed the pad of his thumb and nodded lazily because that was all I could muster.

He rose to his feet and pulled his pants up enough to keep them from falling around his ankles. When he turned and walked toward the bar, his back dimples smiled at me and the Cooch gave them a coy wave. I guess the little hoochie was thinking of two-timing the Wonder Peen now.

Noah disappeared behind the bar, and I pulled my shirt down. Within seconds, he came back to me, carrying a wet towel.

“One of the many benefits of having a wet bar in the entertainment room,” he said with an amused look on his face. He cleaned up my girly parts with tender wipes against my flesh. “Are you sore now?” he asked as he stood and walked back toward the bar.

“Gaw, Noah!” I huffed and yanked my skirt down. “I appreciate your concern, but …” I trailed off, seeing the look of expectancy on his face. He was hoping I was sore.

“Yes, Noah,” I conceded. “You put a serious beating on the Cooch. I won’t be able to walk for days.”

Truthfully, my legs were sore, and the Cooch really was licking her wounds, albeit in blissful contentment.

He got a huge, conceited grin on his face and I knew I’d stroked his ego exceptionally well.

“Hey, Noah?” I said, getting his attention.

“Yes?”

“All those superhot vampires on TV with the tight little tushies, sex hair, and faces so beautiful they can make you orgasm with a single glance?” He quirked a disapproving eyebrow at me. “They don’t have a thing on you. You’re far sexier and way more exotic, and although I haven’t seen theirs, I’d find it really hard to believe any of them could have a bigger cock. You’re gold, baby.”

He laughed at me, then bit the corner of his lip. “Aw, shucks,” he said demurely. “You’re only saying that because it’s true.”

I laughed and shook my head at him. “You’re such a conceited ass.”

“There you go, talking about my ass again. You know this obsession of yours is bordering on being unhealthy.” He grabbed both of my hands and pulled me to stand in front of him before wrapping my arms around his neck and encircling my waist.

I reached up on the tips of my toes and kissed him softly. He was no longer bleeding, and he didn’t wince in pain, so I swept my tongue across his bottom lip. He granted my nonverbal wish to deepen the kiss and softly stroked my tongue with his. It was the sweetest kiss we’d shared since my arrival. I hoped we’d have more of them, and found I didn’t hate myself for doing so.

Our business arrangement might not be so bad after all.

9

I SMELL BACON!

Lanie

My name is Lanie Talbot, and I … am an ass addict.

In my defense, Noah’s ass was ridonkulous. It was all round, firm, and perky. Two little dimples were perched right above it on his lower back, and then there was this little smooth slope that rounded out deliciously into two muscular cheeks that hollowed out when he flexed it. Add to that the creamy yumminess of the skin, and you had a vision of divine assness.

It was morning and Noah was lying on his stomach while I was perched on my side next to him. He was still sleeping, and I was gawking at all his naked glory. He had kicked the covers off sometime during the night, and when I woke I was immediately greeted with the glorious sight of his delicious body in its untainted form. He was magnificent. Although I loved the way his clothes hung on his frame, this was so much better.

I watched as his back rose and fell with his even breaths. Every muscle was defined, and my fingers twitched, wanting to reach out to trace them. His face was turned toward me, and I marveled at the length of his dark, thick lashes. The lack of shaving over the weekend had left a delectable shadow of a beard on his strong jaw. I rather liked it and made a mental note to try to find some way to convince him to wear it like that more often, corporate America be damned. His lips were slightly puckered and there was a tiny mar to the bottom one, a reminder of our erotic session from the day before, when he’d more than fulfilled my wicked little vamp fantasy.

A smile crept onto my lips and I reached forward to gently cup his face. As I delicately ran the pad of my thumb along his lower lip, he moaned before finally stirring. I knew I probably shouldn’t wake him before his alarm went off, but I couldn’t help myself. Lips like those had to be touched.

His eyes fluttered open and immediately met mine: swirling pools of green, brown, blue, and amber so rich and deep, you could drown in them.

“G’mornin’,” his scratchy morning voice greeted me. He puckered his lips and kissed the pad of my thumb.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you,” I lied, and pulled my hand away.

“’S okay. What time is it?” He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand beside him. He groaned when he read it and flipped onto his back. “Fuck. I need to get up and go in to work.” He sighed and ran his hands over his face.

“Do you want me to make you some breakfast?”