A Million Guilty Pleasures: Million Dollar Duet (9 page)

Intent on capitalizing on my newfound realization and making them all suffer for embarrassing me, I shook those disturbing thoughts out of my head and stood. After kissing my
mother on the cheek, I grabbed Noah’s hand and dragged him behind me as I turned for the door.

“Where are you going?” Polly asked.

I stopped short, looked back over my shoulder at my friends, and with a knowing smirk said, “The Smithsonian. Envy me, bitches.”

“The alpha and omega of cocks everywhere, huh?” Noah asked as we stepped into the empty elevator and the doors closed behind us.

I inhaled deeply, letting the scent of him that had permeated the air in the small space envelop my senses. I think I purred. “Something like that.”

Noah suddenly had me pinned against the wall, his body pressed firmly to mine, and his mouth engaging my own in a searing kiss. His hands were everywhere: fondling my breast, cupping my ass, stroking the sweet spot just under the crotch seam of my jeans. His attack was so fast and furious that I hadn’t even had a chance to take a breath. Oxygen was overrated, right? I was pretty sure I could live without it because as long as Noah continued to do things that made my pulse race, it meant my heart was still beating. Sure, I would probably be a little brain-damaged from the lack of oxygen to the old cranium when he was done, but it would be worth it.

The bell dinged, signaling our stop at another floor. Before the doors opened, Noah pulled away and stood by my side. A nurse stepped on, carrying a food tray. Judging by the way her eyes widened when she took in my appearance, I’d say she
knew exactly what we’d been up to. My chest was heaving, I was sure my hair looked every bit as disheveled as my clothes, and I could feel the flush on my skin. When Nurse Observant finally stopped staring at me, she swept her eyes over Noah … and gasped. I turned to find the cause of her reaction, but he seemed perfectly normal to me. I was about to chalk it up to it being merely the effect his gorgeousness had on women when I suddenly noticed the enormous bulge in the front of his pants. I quickly stepped in front of him to block Nurse Observant’s view of the colossal cock. Just then another nurse stepped onto the elevator, and the two soon were engaging in conversation, which meant I wasn’t going to have to spoon the bitch’s eyes out for ogling my man.

Noah put his arm around my waist and pulled me back against him so that my ass was firmly planted against his erection. He nuzzled my ear with his nose and grinded against me, whispering, “Jealous, Lanie?”

I shook my head.

He chuckled quietly and gave my exposed neck a soft kiss. “Yes, you are.” His warm breath caressed my ear. “I want to fuck you. Right now. Right here. In this elevator. With them watching.”

My heart literally skipped a beat. I’d never thought of myself as kinky, but I wasn’t really surprised that exhibitionism turned out to be a turn-on for me. Noah had already shown me so many different sides of the person I truly was on the inside—someone that I hadn’t known existed before. Damned if I didn’t want him to do it just as badly as he wanted to. And I knew it wasn’t only so those hussies would know he belonged to me, either.

The elevator finally stopped on the ground floor, and Noah led me out the front doors to where Samuel was waiting with the limousine. Once we were inside, Noah pulled me to him and kissed me deeply.

“I missed you,” he said, breaking the kiss.

Noah had been by my side throughout the entire ordeal with my mother and we hadn’t gone one day without seeing each other, but I knew what he meant. With the exception of the one time, we hadn’t been able to hide away to, um, take care of business. We were both wound up pretty tightly, and it seemed yet another separation was on the horizon, what with me going home to stay with my parents and all. I hoped we’d have a lot more alone time despite that, though, because I was not one bit averse to sneaking out into the woods with him and doing it like a couple of adolescent teens.

“Me too,” I whispered, stroking his cheek.

A mischievous smile crept up on his face. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten about your punishment, either.”

I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Not with the stupid panties again.”

“Oh, yes,” he said, grabbing my hair roughly and forcing me to look at him, which really turned me on. Holy crapola, did it ever. “It was a cheap shot, and you know it, so you must be punished.”

“And what might my punishment be, Mr. Crawford?” I asked, eagerly playing along.

“I might have an idea. Hungry?” he asked, and I nodded. “Good, because I’ve got something for you right here.”

I heard the clinking of his belt buckle and then the metal against metal as his zipper was released.

“I missed your lips,” he said, kissing me chastely. Then he sighed heavily. “And I really missed your mouth.”

He wasn’t talking about my sarcastic wit, either, and it kind of made me all giddy inside because I knew I could take care of that for him, gladly.

With his hand still fisted in my hair, he pushed my head down toward his crotch, where his cock was already free and giving me a
Hey! How are ya? I’m the piece of meat that’s about to get crammed down the back of your throat when my man, Noah, there forces you headfirst into his lap so that he can fuck your mouth. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Shouldn’t have worn the panties, woman
.

I stifled a giggle because it wasn’t like I was the least bit intimidated by the threat. How could something I wanted be considered punishment? I was getting off easy. Or, rather, he was going to be the one to get off. And maybe that was his angle.

“I love you,” I whimpered, hoping to change his mind if in fact he had no intention of letting me get mine.

“Mmm-hmm. I love you, too, kitten. Now suck my cock,” he said, pushing my head into his lap.

I loved that he hadn’t lost that domineering edge just because admissions of love had been spoken. It wouldn’t have been the same.
He
wouldn’t have been the same, and I didn’t want him to change who he really was.

The angle I was approaching from wasn’t exactly prime, so I slid onto the floor between his legs and took him in my hand. His skin felt silky smooth and hot, yet he was as solid as marble, and I couldn’t help but admire his cock. He was all I had bragged that he was, and I’d missed him so.

I took him into my mouth and hummed at finally having him back there. He was right; I did enjoy having his cock in my mouth a little too much.

“Fuck, yeah. You love this, don’t you? Bad girls like to suck cock, don’t they? Let me see.” He groaned as he gathered my hair up into his hand so that he could have a better view to watch what I was doing.

I hummed again in answer and bobbed my head more earnestly, wanting to make him happy. Saliva was dripping down his shaft, making it easier for me to exaggerate my motions and take him deeper.

Noah hissed. “Goddamn, that feels so fucking perfect. I love to hear those wet sounds when you’re sucking my cock real good and proper like that.”

I started to move faster, spurred on by his dirty talk and a growl from somewhere deep within his chest erupted. Noah pulled hard on my hair and immobilized me. Then he started thrusting his hips, his dick quickly moving back and forth inside my mouth. I could feel him hit the back of my throat with each stroke, and he pulled nearly all the way out before pushing back in again. It was all I could do to control my gag reflex, but I loved it when he fucked my mouth.

“I wish everyone else could see how fucking good you look sucking my cock,” he grunted.

I have no idea what came over me; perhaps it was the realization from the elevator moments before, or the fact that I wanted everyone to see how good I made this man feel, but whatever the reason, I reached my hand up and pressed the button that controlled the window. The tinted glass slid down, giving greater Chicago front-row seats to our little show. I felt
like a porn star who’d just won the Golden Cock, even though the only thing anyone could see was my head bobbing up and down and Noah’s face with its expression of orgasmic pleasure. But make no mistake, anyone who pulled up next to us would definitely know what was up in the back seat of that limousine.

“Oh, God, I really fucking love you, woman.” Noah moaned, the city lights spilling in through the opened window and casting moving shadows across his chiseled face.

I took as much of him as I could, swallowing the head of his dick down the back of my throat before releasing him again.

“That’s right, baby. You keep sucking my cock like that, and when I get you home, I’m going to give you what you’ve been wanting.” He growled, shoving my head down and then rolling his hips upward before releasing to let me do my thing again. “I’m going to make love to that tight little pussy of yours, and then I’m going to fuck that pretty ass.”

Game, set, match. Hole in one. Touchdown. Swish—nothing but net. Goal. Home run … Whatever. All I knew was that my eye was on the prize and I wanted the win.

I gave him and that colossal cock all I had, going to town on that bad boy like I hadn’t eaten for days and had stumbled upon an all-you-can-eat buffet. All my hard work—yeah, right; ’twas my pleasure—paid off big-time. Noah thrust his hips up while shoving my head down so that his cock was lodged in the back of my throat, and then he came, spewing his hot semen into my mouth like a volcanic eruption. I swallowed as quickly as I could, not really wanting to taste the salty goo, but loving the feral moans of ecstasy that spilled from his succulent lips nonetheless.

“Christ, woman.” He was still panting when his body finally
relaxed and I released his dick. “I would’ve fucked you one way or the other, but that? Fucking hell, there just are no words.”

I giggled. “So does that mean I’m forgiven for the panty thing?”

He smiled while tucking his dick away. “Yeah, you’re forgiven. But don’t ever let that shit happen again, because I will be only too happy to do a reenactment of your punishment.”

“Promises, promises,” I cooed, wiping the corners of my mouth.

The car rolled to a stop and I looked out the opened window and realized we were home. I suddenly felt a little sick to my stomach, not knowing how long I was going to have to be without him, or whether or not our separation would have an effect on the way he felt about me. I mean, he had his work and home in Chicago, and I would be in bum-fucked Hillsboro. Not exactly in another state, but with his schedule, how often could I really expect to see him?

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Noah asked, lifting my chin to look into my eyes.

“I don’t know if I can do it.”

“Do what?”

“Be away from you.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Lanie.”

“Yeah, but I am,” I said, pulling my chin from his grasp and straightening myself. “And you’re horny all the time, which is exactly the reason you bought me in the first place—”

I stopped abruptly when I saw his face contort like I’d just slapped him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I just … God, it’s killing me, you know?”

Noah sighed. “Yeah, I do,” he said quietly. “But there’s always the weekends, and I’ll make a trip to Hillsboro every chance I get.”

I crossed my arms over my chest in a pout. “Sure, it’ll be that way for a little while, and then you’ll get tired of it and the trips will become more infrequent until you’re just doing it every now and then out of habit. You’ll start to resent me, and before I know it, you won’t be there at all because you’ll have moved on.” I wrapped my arms tighter, hugging myself and already beginning to feel the hole developing in my heart.

“Don’t,” he said, all business.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t start dooming us already.” He ran his hands through his hair in exasperation. “I love you, Lanie. It took me a long time to be able to open myself up like this again, and I’m not about to let you go that easily. I’m yours and you’re mine, and we’re going to make the best of the time we have together. Now get out of the fucking car.”

Noah opened the door and stepped out, holding his hand out for me. My thoughts drifted back to my first night there, when I would never have been able to imagine what we’d since become to each other. I took his outstretched hand, a symbol that we were in this thing together and that together we would find a way to make it work.

I’d no sooner stepped onto the ground than Noah snatched me up, threw me over his shoulder, and carried me up the steps to the door. I giggled, no longer feeling the pangs of separation, content to live in the moment. If little stolen moments were all we had for the time being, I was going to live them to the fullest and hope for the best.

Once we were inside, Noah carried me to his office, opened
a drawer, and pulled something out that I couldn’t see since I was hanging upside down, face-to-face with the Ridonkabutt. All the blood was rushing to my head, but the view was fabulous, so I wasn’t complaining.

“What are you doing?” I laughed.

“You’ll see,” he said, then turned to leave the office.

Up the stairs and down the hall he carried me. I knew the route well; he was taking me to the bedroom for some happy-happy, joy-joy playtime. When he finally set me down on my feet, the blood drained from my head and flowed back into the rest of my body, making me suddenly dizzy.