The Millionaire’s Ultimate Catch by Michelle Monkou

teasing touch.
    Yet he upped the stakes when he accompanied his probing fingers with his tongue.
    She hissed. Her mind no longer pretended to keep a coherent thought. Zack had managed to send her body into Defcon 3.
    “Don’t hold back, honey.”
    “I want you inside me.”
    He kissed her and sucked her folds with a suction that drove her to stand on her tiptoes.
    “Please,” she begged.
    His fingers replaced his tongue. She knew where he was headed, his fingers slid along her walls to the destination that he probed with soft pressure.
    “I can barely hold on.” The air in her lungs felt as if in short supply.
    “I don’t want you to.” He flicked her clit with his tongue. “There will be time for me to pleasure you in other ways.”
    Without warning, he increased the friction inside her. Her moans grew louder. Her hands grabbed his head. She wanted to cry out for him to stop but also to scream for him to continue. Her body arched, straining against the last remnants of control.
    “You’re stubborn.” Zack kissed her inner thigh.
    Well, that did it. Her release coerced by her complete surrender shook her body until she had to close her eyes. She had to let out the guttural scream. She had to stay on her tip-toes until the last pulsing orgasm throbbed to cessation.
    As a finale, Zack kissed her gently between her legs.

Chapter Seven
    “ I hope you’re not going to the event like that.” Chantelle hovered in the doorway with her hand on her hip.
    Naomi looked down at her dress. The long midnight-blue dress with silver edging carried a high-end designer’s name. She looked up at the younger woman. She was already nervous. Chantelle’s critique didn’t help.
    “You look plain. Nice body and all, but we’ve got to brighten you up. I’ll go get my makeup.”
    “Aren’t you supposed to be leaving?”
    “Yeah, but you’re a fashion emergency.” Chantelle hurried down the hallway still loudly exclaiming her disgust.
    Naomi spun around in front of the full-length mirror, examining each angle. Frannie had accompanied her on the shopping spree, delighted that she’d agreed to stayand attend their fundraiser. She’d only agreed to wear this dress over the pantsuit choice if Frannie allowed her to pay.
    “Okay, sit down over here near the lights.” Chantelle produced an oversize compact of every color imaginable.
    “I don’t want to look like a paid escort.” Naomi looked at some of the extreme shadings with distaste.
    “Trust me.”
    Naomi raised an eyebrow as her eyes scanned Chantelle’s face, noting the eyeliner that seemed too thick, the fake lashes that made her look in constant surprise and the glossy lips.
    “Close your eyes. You don’t have much time. I heard Mom downstairs getting on Dad’s case because she’s ready to go.”
    “I’m not going with them.” Naomi fought the urge to open her eyes as the eye shadow was applied with swift strokes.
    “Oh. Is my dear brother coming to take you to the fundraiser? I may have to stick around to keep an eye on both of you.”
    “You’ve done enough already.” Naomi had dodged all Chantelle’s questions about her overnight stay. She knew that her blushing didn’t help.
    “Naomi! Zack’s here.”
    “Coming!” Naomi responded.
    “Keep still for a few more minutes. I’m almost done. You need a killer lip color to add the final touch to my masterpiece.” Chantelle took a step back and handed her a mirror. “Darn it, I’m good.”
    Naomi looked at her reflection and was stunned into silence. The face staring back at her bore littleresemblance to her plain face with its sharp angles and prominent features.
    “Knock ’em dead.” Chantelle hugged her tightly. “I’m going to miss you. I hope you keep in touch.”
    “I promise. You go be a good student and don’t give those professors a hard time.”
    After Chantelle left, Naomi turned to the bigger mirror and examined her appearance one last time before she headed downstairs. Now