I threw the wadded piece of paper, and it hit him in the chest before falling to his feet. He snatched it off the floor and unfolded the crinkled page before looking it over.
“Oh, for the love of …” he started, and then sighed. “Delaine, Fernanda is bisexual. She wanted to see you in the lingerie and was disappointed because she had hoped that you and she …” His voice trailed off.
“That we …?”
He lifted his brows and gave me an expectant look.
Oh. Ohhhhh …
“You’re not serious,” I said with a humorless laugh.
“Well, she didn’t come right out and say it, but I know her well enough to feel safe in saying she was hoping for a little two-on-one fun.”
A Lanie sandwich. I had to admit, I was slightly flattered. I mean, Fernanda was beautiful and all. The hetero gal in me was a tad bit curious, but I didn’t think I could ever actually go through with something like that. I was strictly dickly. Period. But Dez?
“She’s going to get such a kick out of this,” I mumbled to myself.
“What?”
“Nothing. It doesn’t change anything. You bought that lingerie, even after you knew how much it upset me. End of story. I’m still angry.” With that, I turned and walked away.
I heard him growl in frustration, and I think he might have hit a wall with his fist, but I couldn’t be sure.
~$~
I felt awful about an hour later and decided to hunt Noah down to apologize. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, sure enough, there was a fist-sized hole in the wall around the corner. I rolled my eyes because it was completely uncalled for, but then again, so was the little tantrum I’d thrown with the lingerie.
I could admit when I was wrong.
He wasn’t in his office, or the kitchen. I thought I heard the television blaring from the entertainment room, so I followed the sound and gingerly poked my head through the doorway.
Noah was reclining in one of the theater seats with his shirt tossed to the side. It was the most relaxed I’d seen him since the day I’d met him. I cleared my throat to alert him to my presence.
He turned his head to face me, and although I expected his expression to be angry, it looked more like he was waiting for me to warp into bitch mode again.
“I’m sorry,” I choked out, because apologizing to the man who’d purchased me as his sex slave wasn’t exactly an easy thing to do.
He sighed and patted his thigh. “Come sit with me for a bit.”
I walked across the room and perched myself on his lap while resting my arm around his shoulders.
“I’m sorry, too,” he said, rubbing my thigh soothingly. “I didn’t think. I just thought you might like the lingerie, and truthfully, I really wanted to see you in it.”
“I guess I’m sorry I set them on fire,” I mumbled.
“Don’t be. Your feelings were hurt, so I understand why you did it.” He chuckled. “You’re a little hellcat, you know that? It sort of turned me on. Especially when you called me your man.”
Damn. Had I done that?
“Well, you are for the next two years,” I said, covering, and then diverted my attention to the television. One of those popular vampire series was on, and I did my best to conceal my inner girly girl. “I love this show. There’s something about vampires that’s just so sexy and forbidden.”
He laughed. “Oh, really? What’s so sexy about them?”
I looked at the television again, and the vampire had some human chick strapped spread-eagled in a standing position while he fucked her with his vamp speed. “That’s the reason,” I answered, pointing to the screen. I was getting pretty worked up at the sight of the vamp’s naked ass and the way he pounded into the poor girl, but she wasn’t complaining.
“I knew I had you pegged right. You really do like the rough stuff, don’t you?” he asked as he moved his hand up my thigh and nuzzled the side of my breast. He took my clothed nipple between his teeth and lightly teased it. “Hmm? Do you want me to do that to you?” he continued, nuzzling the bud with the tip of his nose. “Have you spread-eagled in front of me while I pound into that beautiful pussy?”
Yes, please.
“I can do that, Delaine. I can fuck you like that.”
I drew in a stuttering breath and he looked up at me from beneath his long lashes.
“Lift your shirt up for me, baby,” he said in that husky voice.
Double Agent Coochie stood up and took notice.
I slowly did as he asked, and for once I wasn’t the least bit disgruntled about it. He made this moaning sound that caused the Cooch to shiver and then melt into a pile of goo. His lips wrapped around my left nipple while his hand moved closer to my center. Slowly his tongue circled the raised bud before he scraped it with his teeth. I could feel his hot breath wash over my skin as he exhaled in contentment. Then his lips closed over the nipple and he suckled it as he moved his head back and forth. With one long suck he pulled away, elongating my breast before releasing it and watching it snap back into place.
I was gushing full-on, Niagara Falls style, between the legs at that point.
Noah inclined his head and placed sensual kisses along the underside of my jaw until he reached my ear. “I’ve got something for you,” he murmured. When I pulled back and gave him a warning scowl, he rushed to explain. “I picked it out just for you. I promise. And I’ve never given any other woman anything remotely close to it.”
“Okay …,” I said warily.
He reached beside him and picked up a black box with a slim emerald ribbon tied around it and sat it on my thigh. “Open it,” he urged when I stared at it.