A Million Guilty Pleasures: Million Dollar Duet by C.L. Parker Page A

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 finallyrelaxed 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