A Million Dirty Secrets by C. L. Parker

enough that he would decide to take my phone away from me. But he hadn’t established any rules regarding having contact with family or friends, plus he knew I had my cell. I hated to lie, because onelie almost always led to another, which led to another, until you’d woven one heck of a web of deceit that was near impossible not to get caught up in. Plus I was still looking forward to watching his pretty, pretty face in one of his pissy tantrums. So, screw it, I told him the truth.
    “I talked to my best friend, Dez, before I came down to dinner.”
    “And your parents?” he asked, his face not showing any indication that he was upset by my admission.
    I was disappointed, to say the least … and I also had to snatch Double Agent Coochie’s hooker heels from her and grind one into her sassy little mouth.
    “They think I’m away at school. I’ll have to call them eventually, but they can’t know where I am or what I’m doing. It would kill them.”
    Noah nodded and tented his fingers under his chin. “That’s understandable. But I want you to feel free to keep in touch with whomever you need to. As long as you’re holding up your end of the deal and not trying to break our contract, you’ll have most all the freedoms you enjoyed before you came to me.”
    “Most?” I asked, arching a brow in question.
    “All except for your body, of course. That belongs to me,” he clarified.
    “So I can leave the house whenever I want?” I asked, testing the limitations.
    “I expect you to be here when I am here, unless I have preauthorized an outing. I say preauthorized because I want to know where you are at all times. Plus, there may be times when I feel the need to come home during the day for a little stress relief,” he said with a crooked grin.
    Let me clarify: that wasn’t just any crooked grin. My pussy was leaking at an abnormal rate and I feared for the safety of the expensive fabric that lined the chair I was sitting in. My nipples were at full attention and I pulled my shoulders forward, hoping my hussified reaction wouldn’t be noticeable. But it didn’t stop there. Oh, no, I was apparently on a roll with my newfound whorishness.
    “And are you feeling stressed now?” I asked in a sultry voice.
    Don’t ask me where that came from. I didn’t even recognize my own voice. Apparently I had let my guard down just enough to allow my hoochie of a coochie to get the drop on me, going straight for the verbal function of my brain and setting up camp. That was my story, and I was sticking to it.
    Noah chuckled and licked his bottom lip, which really sort of pissed me off because I kind of wanted to do that. “Let’s see. I have an incredibly sexy woman in my house, whom I’ve paid some major dough to have my way with anytime I want, yet I can’t because I’ve brought a bit of discomfort to her. So, yeah, I guess you might say I’m a tad bit stressed.”
    Double Agent Coochie found the part of my brain that controlled my motor skills and planted her flag. I had lost all control of my own body. I laid my napkin next to my plate and pushed away from the table. Noah kept his eyes trained on me the entire time. As I walked toward him, he sat back in his chair and tilted his head to the side with his eyebrows furrowed in question, waiting to see what I intended to do. I slid between him and the table and sank down to my knees.
    “What are you doing, Delaine?” he asked, his voice deep and husky.
    “Stress management.” I smiled, unfastening his belt with an unbelievable amount of confidence.
    “I thought I told you that you have the night off,” he said, scooting his chair back a bit to give me more room.
    “You did.” I unzipped his pants and laid the flaps open as I kissed along the bulge just under his Calvin Kleins.
    Noah ran his fingers through my hair and then cupped my chin, lifting it so that I met his gaze. “If you keep that up much longer, I’m not going to be able to stop