A Million Dirty Secrets (Million Dollar Duet 1)

“Oh! Noah,” she said with a look of shock. “I wasn’t expecting you home so early.”

“Obviously,” I said with a bit of resentment to my voice. “Where the fuck have you been, Delaine?”

“I went shopping with Polly. She said there’s some sort of company function this weekend and insisted I have a new dress tailored,” she said with a roll of her eyes.

“I told you that I wanted to know where you are at all times. Why didn’t you call me?” I realized that I sounded like a madman, but damn it, I was pissed.

Silence fell around us as she continued to stare at me like she expected my head to explode. “Bad day?” she asked after what seemed like an eternity.

I dropped my head and looked at the floor. “Yeah, you could say that,” I mumbled.

Delaine set her bags down and walked over to where I sat. When I wouldn’t look up at her, she knelt down in front of me and searched my face. Without a word, she cupped it in her hands and pressed her lips to mine. What started out as a sweet kiss that was meant to calm me down quickly spiraled into a heated exchange of desperation.

“God, I missed you, too,” she mumbled between kisses. I let pass without comment the fact that she hadn’t said my name in place of “God,” because I couldn’t really make myself care about that shit when she was rubbing all up on me and pressing her tits as close as she could get them to my chest.

She shoved my jacket off my shoulders, and as I shrugged out of it, she went straight for my belt buckle. Then she made quick work of my pants and pulled the waistband of my boxer briefs away to reveal my cock. Of course I was already hard for her because that was what she did to me.

A tiny mewl escaped her luscious pink lips when she looked me over. Then, without even pulling my underwear down, she grabbed me by the base of my dick and plunged it into the hot, deliciously wet cavern of her mouth. I hissed when I felt her teeth barely scrape my length. She was looking up at me and her plump lips were wrapped around my cock, moving back and forth like she was starving to death. Then she closed her eyes and hummed like my dick was the best damn thing she’d ever tasted. It was a divine sight.

“Delaine,” I said on a breath, caressing her cheek with the back of my hand.

Saying her name like that reminded me of how I was apparently the only motherfucker who called her that. But again, I let that shit go, because I could feel the head of my dick hitting the back of her throat with each pass she made. Plus her moans, intermingled with the wet sucking sounds coming from her efforts, echoed through the empty space that surrounded us. The foyer had really great acoustics.

“Harder, baby. Suck me harder.”

She moaned around my dick and then met the challenge. She repositioned herself so that she had a better angle and went to fucking work on my cock. Faster, harder—and, son of a bitch, she was even going deeper. I could’ve put my hands on her head to help her, but it was all her. I wanted her to do it on her own.

She abruptly slowed and sank as far down on my dick as she could go. Then I felt her swallow around my cock, taking it even further into her throat. My baby could deep-throat like a motherfucker.

“Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn,” I chanted as an orgasm came out of nowhere and commenced to kick my ass.

My release was fierce and forceful as it shot out of my cock and down the back of her throat. She hummed and closed her eyes, swallowing my come and still taking my cock in further with each gulp.

“Fucking … shit … Delaine!” I gasped between pulses of my release. My heart was pounding in my chest, hard and furious.

With one long, last suck, she released me. She kissed the head of my dick, and that made it twitch, which apparently amused her because she giggled and then did it again.

“Where the fuck did you learn to deep-throat like that?” Maybe I should’ve waited until I could actually breathe again before talking, but I wanted an answer to that question immediately. “I didn’t teach you that.”

She shrugged and wiped the corner of her mouth. “Polly told me how to do it, and I thought I’d try it out. Why? You didn’t like it? Did I do it wrong?”

Polly may have redeemed herself just a little bit.

She looked so worried that it was cute. I grabbed her and kissed her hard before putting my forehead to hers. “You were perfect, Lanie. I fucking loved it.”

Yes, I called her Lanie. I wanted to see what she would say.

Her eyes went wide and she backed out of my embrace. “Delaine,” she said curtly, and then she stood, grabbed her bags, and started to walk away.

I quickly shoved my dick back in my underwear and took off after her. “Oh, so Samuel and Polly get to call you Lanie, but I can’t? What the fuck is that shit about?”

“They didn’t pay millions of dollars to own me for two years. They are not my boss. They are my equals, just lowly servants paid to cater to your every need.”

“That’s fucked up.” I put my hands on my hips. The action drew her attention to my crotch, and her eyes lingered on the spot, my pants and belt not yet secured back in place.

“It is what it is, Noah. It is what it is.” She turned and continued up the stairs, effectively ending the conversation.

10

EASY DOES IT

Lanie

That bastard had some nerve. Using my name like that? What the hell?

I heard him taking the stairs two at a time as he ran after me, so I walked faster.

“Delaine!” he yelled, but I just kept walking. Well, I was sort of jogging by that time because I really wanted to get away from him. All of this, everything I’d been dealing with and continued to deal with, was hard enough without him making it harder. I had to get away before I totally lost it in front of him.

“Wait, goddamnit!” he yelled as I dropped my bags and took off at a full sprint.

I opened the door to a random room and slammed it shut behind me. It was pitch black in there and I had no clue where I was, but I knew that I was throwing up a blockade between me and Noah and that was all that mattered. I fumbled in the dark until I found the locking mechanism on the doorknob, and I secured it in place before turning my back and leaning against the door.

He was already there, pounding on the other side with his fists. I heard him growl in frustration, the sound almost frightening me. “If you don’t open this door, I swear by all that is holy I will break it down!”

“I don’t want to talk to you right now! Go away!” I said as loud as I could so that maybe he could hear me over the beating he was putting on the poor, defenseless door.