Chapter 79: Thirteen Years

Her mouth fell open. "That is not my fault! You disappeared with some mystery client that had you turn off your phone all through."

"Were you with the mafia? Oh! The president? No. The president probably has his own lawyers, though. I think." Naomi frowned thoughtfully. "Wait... have you met the president?"

Dorian looked at her. "No... no... and yes."

Naomi stopped moving completely. Her eyes widened so dramatically Dorian almost laughed. "You’ve met the president?"

"Yes."

"Who are you?"

Dorian’s expression turned smug almost instantly. "The one, the only Dorian Heathcliffe. Recognise."

"That was disgusting. You’re so full of yourself."

"Still waiting for that morning kiss though..."

She looked at him suspiciously. "A little one?"

"I’ll take it."

She shuffled upward until she was close enough. "Tiny," she warned.

"Understood."

"One kiss."

"Of course."

Naomi leaned in and pressed a small peck against his lips. His hand slid into her hair before she could pull away. She made a muffled sound of protest that went nowhere because he caught her lips with his and deepened the kiss.

Exactly as she had suspected.

Liar.

His mouth moved against hers slowly. she melted into him. Dorian smiled against her lips as though he knew he had won.

"You’re so greedy," Naomi muttered against his lips when she finally pulled away.

Dorian smiled without an ounce of shame. "Wanna hear something weird?"

"I haven’t had a morning like this in over thirteen years."

"Knowing you had three wives, that’s just sad."

A small laugh escaped him.

"Yeah, it is."

For some reason, that answer made her chest hurt a little.

Three marriages.

And somehow a lazy morning in bed, had become something unusual enough for him to remember how long it had been.

Naomi refused to examine why that bothered her. She pushed lightly against his chest instead. "Come on, get out of my room now. I really have to get ready for Mass."

Dorian tightened his arms around her. "I can’t seem to let my hands let go of you."

"That sounds like a personal problem."

"It’s becoming a serious one."

Naomi laughed, then paused. An idea crossed her mind. She looked at him. "How about I do what I wanted to do to you, then you let me go?"

Dorian’s eyebrows lifted immediately. "What’s that?"

"I was looking forward to what you would feel like in my mouth."

"Fuck yes..." He dropped his head back dramatically, looking like a man who had just received excellent news and might not survive it.

Naomi burst out laughing. "You are ridiculous."

"Allow me my joy."

She shook her head, still laughing, and reached between them. Her palm settled over the hard length beneath his pants.

Dorian’s humor disappeared instantly. She felt him tense beneath her touch. He had already been hard, but the moment she wrapped her fingers around him through the fabric, his breathing changed.

Because Naomi Bennett apparently had absolutely no instinct for self-preservation when it came to turning him on, she kept talking.

"I imagined it." She slowly moved her fingers along his length. "I dreamt about it."

His jaw tightened. How did this woman not know what she sounded like? She could have stopped touching him completely and still had the same effect.

The things that came out of her mouth when she was turned on should probably require a warning label.

Dorian’s hand moved to her waist. She continued stroking him lazily through his pants, enjoying the way his expression darkened.

She had spent most of yesterday expecting this. Thinking about him. Now he was here. Looking at her like he was perfectly willing to forget every thing else.

Dorian’s fingers tightened slightly against her hip. "I’m yours to do with whatever you like."

The words shouldn’t have affected her. They were sexual. But something about the way he said I’m yours landed somewhere it had no business going.

Dorian might have meant his body. But her stupid heart had apparently heard something else entirely.

So Naomi did the safest thing she could think of. She leaned forward and kissed him again. Mostly because she didn’t want to examine too closely his words.

Naomi pressed herself against his length, grinding over him and chasing the pleasure they had somehow convinced themselves the contract allowed.

Technically, they weren’t having sex. At this point, the contract deserved legal representation of its own.

She kissed him harder, moving against him until Dorian’s hands tightened around her hips. His breathing had already changed, every slow roll of her body making the restraint in his face disappear little by little.

When Naomi finally broke the kiss again, Dorian immediately reached for his belt. patience had officially left the room.

He barely managed to get his fingers around the buckle before Naomi stopped him.

"No." Naomi pushed his hands aside. "I’ll do it."

The belt snapped free beneath her fingers. She opened the button of his pants, dragged the zipper down and reached inside, pulling his dick free.

It sprang out as if equally relieved to finally be included in the morning. Dorian’s stomach muscles tightened.

Naomi looked down at him, smiling slowly. There was something almost unfair about how much she enjoyed seeing what she did to him. She lowered herself. "You always smell so good."

Dorian watched as she ran her nose slowly up his cock, breathing him in before pressing soft kisses along the sides. His abdomen flexed again. "Naomi..."

She kissed him once more. He looked down at her in something close to awe.

"You make me so horny, Naomi."

Her eyes lifted to his. Then she ran her tongue slowly up his length. "Hmmm..." Naomi murmured. "I like it."

Dorian’s hand curled into the sheets. She smiled before wrapping her lips around the head. His head immediately fell back against the pillow.

A rough groan left him. She sucked briefly, then pulled back with a small pop.

"Delicious..."

"Fuck..." Dorian shut his eyes.

She was killing him and enjoying every second of it. Naomi ran her tongue over him again, watching the way his body responded. "This gorgeousness is all I need..." she sighed.