Page 84 of Million Dollar High

A loud crash sounded behind their booth.

A good-looking couple, clearly feeling the effects of their surroundings, were letting their inhibitions fly. The woman lay naked and spread eagled on the table, her nipples clamped with tiny silver pegs, while her partner drove into her with thick grunts.

Two waiters approached, swept away the broken china on the floor, then discreetly withdrew.

A sharp tap on her wrist snapped her round. Her face flamed at Noah’s narrow-eyed look. Swallowing, Leia tried to block out what was happening behind her.

Noah beckoned a waiter over, gave their food and wine order, and sat back, watching her with hooded eyes.

“We’re going to enjoy our meal like a normal couple, then I’m going to take you back to our room and introduce you to your surprise.”

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She took a deep breath and immediately wished she hadn’t when heat flared to her crotch and exploded throughout her body. Her nipples tightened painfully, and she gasped as her clit swelled and throbbed.

Noah’s eyes met hers and burned with dark, dangerous promise. “You’re desperate to be fucked, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

He nodded and just watched her.

Once again, turbulent feelings rampaging through her ruined her enjoyment of the meal. All she could think of was getting through dinner and getting him alone. She polished off her lemon thyme tortellini, refused coffee and dessert and gulped down her wine.

Noah abandoned his roast veal halfway through dinner and switched to throwing back his red wine with one hand firmly cupping his crotch. The moment she laid her cutlery down, he discarded his glass and surged to his feet.

As soon as they entered their suite, he kicked the door shutand shoved her against the wall. Bunching her dress at her waist, he pulled her thong to one side and drove hard inside her.

“Fuck!”

“Yes! Oh God, Noah!”

Her knees buckled with the force of his possession. He clamped an arm around her waist and drove deeper, shouting his pleasure and worshiping her body with thick, incoherent words.

Her orgasm left her limp and useless, barely able to keep her eyes open as he picked her up and walked into the bedroom. Undressing her, he pulled back the sheets and laid her down. Then he disrobed and got in beside her.

“Time for some shut-eye.”

Her mind circled something important. “No… I want my surprise.”

He chuckled. “You’ll get it when you wake up.” He kissed her long and deep before tucking her head beneath his chin.

Her dream was delicious…

Warm, clever fingers massaged her back… her sides… her hips… down to her ass. They squeezed, plumped, worked her ass muscles until she was humming into her pillow. Silky, liquid heat dribbled onto her back and the scent of potent oils drifted into her relaxed senses.

A middle finger eased between her crack and gently probed her back door. Her eyes popped open, her body no longer relaxed.

“Noah?” she asked breathlessly.

A slow circling of her sensitive hole. “Your surprise is ready,” he whispered in her ear. “Look behind you.”

She looked over her shoulder, then her gaze snapped upward.

The device was less of a swing and more of a suspendedharness. Two broad horizontal leather straps were connected with a vertical one about three feet long. On either side of the lower strap, smaller straps extended along a chain link. And the whole thing was intricately connected to a pulley hooked into the ceiling. Beneath the harness, a pair of black finger gloves rested.

She gulped. “What…? Umm…”

Merciless teeth caught her earlobe, then grazed down her neck, nipping and biting along the way.

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