A Million Guilty Pleasures: Million Dollar Duet (11 page)

We needed it, that level of intimacy, before our separation.
And although I knew I needed to remain strong for her, it was killing me on the inside to know she wouldn’t be there when I returned home in the evenings, that she wouldn’t be lying next to me naked in my bed every night, that I wouldn’t see that look in her eyes on a daily basis. That look that said more than a thousand words ever could. That look that said I was her world, just like she was mine. Lips were capable of saying anything, but the eyes never lied. And what I saw there reflected what I felt in every fiber of my being. She loved me. She really loved me. Not my money, not my status. Me. And come hell or high water, I was going to make it fucking work. Somehow.

Delaine moved her ass against me, reminding me that my dick was still inside her, flaccid but becoming more aroused the longer it remained in place, and if she kept moving like that, it was going to be harder and harder to make myself pull out of her. Although I would definitely love to have another round, I knew she was already going to be sore, and I didn’t want to take advantage of her need to give me even more of herself. Her presence in my life was enough, and it was time for me to give her something in return. So before my dick became too engorged and hurt her even more, I pulled out … hoping that the quick movement would make it more bearable.

I felt a stabbing sense of guilt pierce my chest when she winced, and my mind immediately went into caregiver mode. I would worship that woman, show her my appreciation and take care of her for a change, just like she took care of everyone else around her, including me.

“I’m sorry, kitten,” I said, rolling her over and gathering her to me. “I’m so fucking sorry I hurt you.”

My girl could’ve sobbed into my chest, could’ve beaten the
shit out of me with my permission—she could’ve done anything she wanted or needed in retaliation for the pain I’d inflicted on her. But she didn’t do any of that. Instead, Lanie wedged her thigh between mine, wrapped her arm around my waist to palm my ass, and then attacked my neck.

“Shut up, Noah,” she mumbled between kisses. “You’re overthinking this and killing my buzz. And just so you know, I definitely want to do that again.”

I’d said it before, and I’d say it again: I fucking loved my girl so much it hurt.

She tilted her head back to look up at me, a spark of wicked intent in her eyes. I had definitely created a monster. But I wasn’t an insensitive ass. My girl was hurting, and she was trying to mask her pain so I wouldn’t feel bad about it, which was insane because of course I felt like a douche. How could I not?

I leaned forward and took her succulent lips with mine, deepening the kiss with all the love and adoration I could manifest. It was when I felt myself hardening again that I broke the connection. She would take that as a sign that I wanted her again, which I did. However, her needs were so much more important than mine, and right then, she needed me to take care of her, whether she wanted to admit it or not.

It took a lot for me to do it, but I finally managed to pull away from her and slip out of the bed.

Lanie groaned in protest and reached out to grab my hand. “Noooo. Where are you going?”

I knew exactly how she felt; I couldn’t stand to be away from her for even a second, either. The thought alone made me feel empty inside, and I missed her already. How was I going to tear myself away? My selfish side reared its ugly head
temporarily, and I almost asked her not to go. I knew that she’d stay with me if I asked, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I’d already taken too much from her.

“Not far. Never far.” With one last tender kiss, I pulled away, severing our physical connection, but the invisible tether that stretched from the bed where she lay to my heart kept us bound across the distance. I’d never felt anything like it before—so connected, so absorbed in just one person—it was an enigma of which I didn’t want to find the solution.

It gave me hope.

I quickly ran a bath for her, taking care to be sure the water was neither too hot nor too cold. I was thankful to see that Polly had stocked the bathroom with some girly soaps, and I chose one whose label promised a tranquil, soothing calm. It damn well better or I was going to sue the bastards for false advertisement. Only the best for my girl.

I managed to walk back in to her, only because running might make me look like an even bigger bitch than I already was. My cock was at half staff and flopped back and forth on my thighs as I made my way to the bed where she lay. She was ogling the piece of meat as if it were a sausage link hanging in the front window of a butcher’s shop and she were a stray pup looking for its next meal.

“I’m really trying to show some restraint here. You know, be a caring, gentle boyfriend? A real Prince Charming. But if you keep licking your chops like that, the prince might turn into an ogre. And I really don’t think that would be a good idea right now,” I said, pulling the sheets from her naked body and sweeping her up into my arms.

As I walked with her, Lanie put her arms around my shoulders and nuzzled the crook of my neck. “I can take it,” she
said, lifting her chin slightly so that her sultry voice ghosted over the shell of my ear. A shiver shot down my spine and straight to my cock, which was not helping matters in the least.

I took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, composing myself. “Somehow I don’t doubt that,” I said, stepping into the bathtub with her weightless body in my arms.

I slowly lowered myself into a sitting position with her resting in my lap. When she started squirming while kissing along the length of my neck and moaning, I knew it was only a matter of time before I’d slip my dick inside her, and that was the last thing she needed at the moment. So I quickly maneuvered her tiny frame so that she sat between my outstretched legs, effectively improving the odds of being able to make it through her bath without fucking her again.

Delaine was turning into a nymphomaniac. I blamed myself for her corruption, but I wanted her to know that what was between us wasn’t just about fucking anymore. I thought back to how upset she’d looked in the car earlier, how unsure she seemed to be that we were going to be okay, given the separation and all. I needed her to know that even though we had to be apart for a little while, the way I felt about her wasn’t going to change. She needed to have faith in me, in us.

“I love you,” I whispered into her ear while wrapping my arms around her waist and hugging her to me. “So fucking much. Do you know that?” Now that those three little words had found their way out of my mouth, I just couldn’t stop saying them.

“I love you, too,” she whispered. Her fingertips caressed my arms beneath the water.

“That’s not what I asked,” I corrected her. “Do you
know
that I love you? Because if we’re going to have to be apart for
any length of time, I need there to be no doubt about how very important you are to me. And if what they say is true about absence making the heart grow fonder and all that other fluffy shit, then the way I feel about you is only going to intensify even more. I won’t let anyone come between us.”

“Are you trying to tell me you’re a closet stalker, Noah?” she joked as she rolled her head to the side, exposing the creamy skin of her neck to me.

“I assure you, I am quite serious,” I said, and then began a trail of kisses along the length of her graceful neck. I stopped when I reached her ear and whispered, “Every moment we’re apart, I will be thinking of you. Every night you aren’t lying in my bed next to me, I will be dreaming of you. Every time I smell fucking bacon,” I went on, referring to the time I’d had my way with her while she cooked my breakfast, “I’ll have a hard-on for you, and I’ll touch myself while calling out your name. I’ll call you with no purpose at all other than to hear your voice. I’ll drop by unannounced just so that I can see your eyes light up when you catch sight of me. And I’ll steal you away just so that I can have a taste. Because I’ll be hungry for you, Lanie. So very hungry.”

She sucked in a breath and then her lips parted slightly, a soft moan spilling forth. Her eyes closed and her legs opened to me as if my words had commanded them to.

“So if you call that stalking, then yeah, I guess I’ll be stalking you.” I moved my hand over her abdomen to the mound that resided below it, and she rolled her hips into my touch, another soft moan escaping her lips.

“I’m a strong believer in the three P’s: proclaim, protect, and provide. I will give you everything you need.
Every
thing,” I said, slipping my fingers inside her while my thumb applied
pressure to her sweet spot. “You are mine to take care of. So if I find another guy sniffing around what belongs to me, I’m going to go after him, and I will inflict pain. Are you sure you’re ready for that level of commitment, Delaine?”

“Oh, God. Yes, Noah.” She moaned as I curled my fingers back and forth inside her.

“I am a god, ruler of my world, and
you
are my world,” I told her, moving my other hand to her breast and manipulating one taut peak. “I can and will give you everything you need to feel good. But I’m a jealous, vengeful god, Lanie.”

She moved a hand between her legs to cover mine as I finger-fucked her, and the other palmed the back of my neck. “I’m … shit … I’m yours, Noah. Just … oh, God … yours.”

“Good. I’m glad we agree,” I said, pushing my fingers in further and with more purpose. “Do you want to come?”

She nodded.

“Hmm, I’m not so sure you do,” I said, toying with her. “Beg for it.”

“Please,” she said breathlessly.

“Oh, come on. Surely you can do better than that,” I said, rolling her nipple between my fingertips. “Convince me.”

She arched her back while digging her nails into my neck and pushing down on the hand I had between her legs.

My fingers worked steadfastly, but when her walls began to tighten, I pulled back, halting my efforts. “I don’t think so, kitten. Not until you convince me.”

She whimpered. “Please, Noah. Give it to me. Let me come on your fingers.”

Goddamn, I wanted her. But I needed her release to fill me, sustain me until I could have her again.

“Oh, you will come, Lanie, but not on my fingers.” I released
her, only to pick her up and turn her so that her ass was perched on the edge of the stone-tiled wall surrounding the bathtub. A nice, fluffy towel was already there, so she wouldn’t be too uncomfortable, given what I’d just done to her a little while ago.

I was so anxious to give her what she wanted, to taste her, that I wasn’t quite as careful spreading her knees apart to allow me access to her pretty little kitty. But there were no cries of protest, only a cry of pleasure as I buried my face between her thighs and began to lap at her silken folds with the flattened part of my tongue. She fisted her hands in my hair—damn if I didn’t fucking love it when she did that—and then she hooked her legs over my shoulders with her knees falling to the side, giving me full access.

I looked up at her and she was watching me, so I made a big show of letting her see my long, thick tongue work her juicy little clit.

“Fuck,” she whispered, and then bit down on her bottom lip. She lovingly pushed her fingers through the locks of hair on the side of my head. “That feels so unbelievably fantastic. Do you like the way I taste, Noah?”

I closed my eyes and let out an “Mmm …” before giving her slit tender kisses.

I heard her suck in a breath of air, and I looked back up at her, making sure she was still watching me. She was. Reaching my arm around her thigh, I used my fingers to pull back the hood of skin at her apex to reveal the fleshy meat hidden beneath. She needed to have the full view to really appreciate what I was doing, and I gave it to her.

I leaned forward again and sucked her engorged bud into
my mouth, pulling back my head and letting it go before doing it again and again.

“Jesus,” she said in a hiss. “Come up here and fuck me, Noah. I need you inside me.”

I ignored her, completely enthralled by the effect I was having on her not just physically but mentally and emotionally. My eyes were trained on her face, watching every little detailed expression of pleasure, because knowing I was making her feel good … it just fucking did things to me.

She was enthralled by what I was doing to her as well, her eyes following with rapt fascination every move I made. I bared my teeth, scraping her clit with them before the pointed end of my tongue slowly flicked back and forth over the delicious little nub. She sucked in a stuttered breath, her grip tightening in my hair as I encompassed the pert bud with my lips and gave her a wink.

I meant to drive her insane, and apparently I was on the right track.

“Oh, God. You have to stop, baby. You’re going to make me come, and I want your cock inside me.”

No way—no fucking way was I going to deprive myself of the sweet nectar I knew awaited me as my reward. I didn’t stop. Instead, I drove her to the edge, flicking my tongue back and forth over her little pleasure bud with lightning speed, sucking it into my mouth and stroking it with my lips, coaxing her orgasm out.

“No. Don’t,” she said, cursing under her breath while pulling on my hair in a vain attempt to make me stop. I ate that pussy like I’d never have a chance to again, although I knew damn well that I would. I’d make sure of it.

“You’re going to make me …” She pushed and pulled on my head, trying to get me to release her, but I didn’t give an inch. Her body was going to give me the result I was looking for, and I wasn’t going to stop until I got it.

“Damn it! No …,” she half moaned, half growled, then she pushed on the back of my head so that my face was completely buried in her treasure trove. Her thighs slammed shut, putting my head in a viselike grip as her body stiffened and her juices gushed onto my awaiting tongue. I licked, I sucked, I swallowed. All of it. Mine, all mine.

As the orgasm I gave her subsided, the grip she had on my hair loosened and her thighs became lax. She cupped each side of my face in her hands and forced me to look up at her. “You are so infuriating,” she said between labored breaths.