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

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, openeda 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.
    “First things first,” Noah said, steadying me. In his hand was a ruler. “If you’re going to be bragging about me, I think you should have the facts.”
    “A ruler?” I questioned.
    He smirked. “Right. Perhaps a yardstick would be more appropriate?”
    He wanted me to measure his penis? And so the egomania begins  …
    I shrugged. If you can’t beat ’em, might as well join ’em. Plus, I was more than a little curious to know the exact number myself.
    I took the ruler and reached for his pants.
    “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Noah stopped me, taking a step back. “You can’t measure it limp, Delaine. You have to wait until I’m hard.”
    “Hmm, I see,” I said, and then closed the gap between us. “Well, let’s see if we can’t take care of that. In the interest of presenting the facts, that is.”
    I backed him up against the wall and began kissing along the length of his neck. At the same time, I cupped him throughhis jeans and massaged his cock. Even limp, he was still an impressive size, but it didn’t take long before the bulge in his pants grew thick and hard under my manipulations. I couldn’t help the self-satisfied grin that spread across my face.
    Noah moaned. “You’re … very talented.”
    “I have a great teacher.” I took a step back and made fast work of his pants. “I think you’re up to snuff now, big boy.”
    The Wonder Peen sprang free, and I wrapped my hand around it, steadying it so that I could take a proper measurement. I was impressed. Like, really impressed. Noah measured in at a little over nine inches and all that, had been inside me, and was about to be inside my ass. Admittedly, I was a bit intimidated.
    “And there you have it,” he said with a cocky grin and a twinkle in his eye. “Proof that your boyfriend’s cock truly is the holy grail of penises everywhere.”
    I rolled my eyes and tossed the ruler to the side. “Just how much of that speech did you hear?”
    “All of it.” He stepped toward me and took the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head.
    “And now you’ve got a big head over it, huh?” I asked, unbuttoning his shirt. I kissed the newly exposed skin, inhaling his scent and memorizing each indentation of the muscles in his chest.
    “Well, I think we just proved that, now didn’t we?” He kicked his shoes off and reached forward, flicking the clasp at the front of my bra and releasing it so that the straps could fall down my arms. “And it’s all yours, baby,” he said before cupping my breasts and suckling at one of the nipples. “Jesus Christ, I want you so fucking bad.”
    It didn’t take either of us much longer to have the other completely undressed, and before I knew it, I was sprawled out on top of the bed with Noah’s head between my thighs.
    “Mmm, you taste so sweet, kitten,” he mumbled against my soaked flesh.
    His tongue flicked at my clit rapidly before he covered