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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Epilogue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
DIRTY LITTLE SECRET
Contents
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Before you read
BOOKS BY SHANORA WILLIAMS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Epilogue
Tainted Black
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Afterword
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Before you read
Hi! Shanora Williams here!
There are three things I want you to know before diving into this smut-filled novella:
1) Nora Heat can be ridiculous, silly, and super smutty. Some of the stuff will make you laugh out loud because it’s so freaking cheesy and might even make you pause and think, “Wait, did Shanora Williams actually write this?”
Please remember, this pen name was created for fun. Don’t take these Nora Heat novellas too seriously. They’re short for a reason. ;-)
2) IT’S JUST SMUT. I cannot stress this enough and I’m warning you now: if you are looking for a story with a thick plot, heavy feels, etc - look the other way. This is a Nora Heat book, not a Shanora Williams book. Two different things. Complete opposites.
3) Nora loves to crank up the heat! And although Nora has no boundaries, she does love a good HEA, so you will always have that to look forward to!
Go forth and get dirty! Happy reading!
BOOKS BY SHANORA WILLIAMS
SERIES
FIRENINE SERIES
THE BEWARE DUET
VENOM TRILOGY
SWEET PROMISE SERIES
STANDALONES
DOOMSDAY LOVE
TAINTED BLACK
INFINITY
Chapter One
Naomi
I think I may be a little obsessed with Mr. Thomas.
No, really, I think I am. I’ve been staring at the clock, waiting for it to strike seven ever since he walked out the door this morning. I can’t help it. I’ve seen him at least every other day this summer, either to babysit or because he’s coming by to hang out with my family – mainly just Dad.
I glance over at the clock again, bouncing Hannah on my lap. He will be arriving in ten more minutes, so I stand from the stool in his modern kitchen and walk up the stairs to Hannah’s nursery. I gather her things so I can give her a quick bath and then dress her in pajamas.
“You are such a good girl, Hannah,” I coo, tickling her chubby little belly. “Such a good baby girl! Yes you are!” I tickle her again and she giggles, trying to grab my hair like she always does when I kiss her stomach. She’s only fifteen months old, but she is a doll and so sweet.
After her mom walked out on Mr. Thomas last year, leaving a then eight-month-old Hannah in the bedroom with him while sneaking out during the middle of the night, I’ve made it my mission to help Hannah and Mr. Thomas as much as I possibly can during my summer break.
My mom has too. She loves when I bring Hannah over for dinner. We’re almost like one big happy family, which is why I feel so guilty for crushing on Mr. Thomas so hard. I should be looking up to him, but instead I want him. Bad.
“I love when you do that.” A deep, silky voice rises behind me and I spin around, spotting Mr. Thomas at the door of Hannah’s nursery, his hand planted on the doorframe above his head. Now, my huge crush on him makes complete sense.
He’s tall with broad shoulders and a strong chest. His sandy-brown hair is wavy and lightly gelled to perfection and his beard — God, it works wonders on him. It’s not too long or too bushy. His skin always seems to hold a soft, golden-brown tan. Today he’s wearing a white T-shirt and dark-blue jeans.
He strokes his chin, stepping into the room.
“You love it when I do what?” I face him with Hannah in my arms. He stretches his arms, and I hand him his daughter with a warm smile.
“I love it when you play with her, treat her like she’s yours. It’s nice,” he responds.
Heat nips my cheeks.
He rocks her in his arms and she rubs her eyes with a small yawn. “Someone’s sleepy, huh? Yeah? You ready for bed?” he murmurs to her. Oh, my gosh! Swoon!
“Do you want me to put her to sleep?” I ask, doing everything in my power to stick around for just a little longer. My house is less than ten miles away. It’s the weekend and I have nowhere else to be.
“You should probably be getting home. I’m sure your parents are waiting for you to get back. You know how your mom gets about you being late for your Friday night movies,” he chuckles.
I take a step forward, grabbing Hannah and cradling her in my arms. “Well, she can wait a little longer. Seriously, it’s no big deal. I ordered pizza earlier, in case you want to warm up a few slices.”
His smile is wide and he runs his eyes up and down my frame, his gaze brown and heavy. I turn away, pretending his warm gaze doesn’t send my body into overdrive, but really it does. Sometimes I feel like I’ll combust. He always looks at me like this — like he wants to devour me whole.
I rock Hannah a little more and her eyes start to shut. A hand touches my shoulder and I look back, up into his eyes.
“You’re too good to me, you know that? Always sticking around to help out. Shouldn’t be spending your summer break babysitting for me.”
I swallow hard, barely breathing now. His cologne smells so good, and he’s close. So close.
“I’ll do whatever I can to help, Mr. Thomas,” I whisper. “I enjoy it.”
“Just call me Dom, Naomi,” he murmurs. “Mr. Thomas sounds too damn formal and you know it.”
I laugh softly. “It’s a habit.”
“No. I wanted to wait for you.”
He grins, stepping back. “Well, let’s go eat.”
With a smile way too big for my own good, I nod and follow him out of the nursery, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. He takes the pizza box out of the oven and slides it across the counter, lifting the top. His eyes flash up to meet mine, and they are even warmer, lingering. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip.
“Are we done playing innocent now?” he questions.
My face burns red hot as I tuck a blonde strand of hair behind my ear. “You started it. Wanna eat first, or what?”
His face breaks into a full smile. He wastes no time coming for me, grabbing me by the waist and picking me up in his arms. I wrap my legs around him, sinking into his large body, kissing him whole.
I was waiting all day for this — our alone time. He tries to resist, but how can he fight this? I can’t go a single day without thinking about him. I know he feels the same.
It all started one night last summer, when he was drunk. He came onto me right after I’d put Hannah down for a nap. He kissed me on the back of the neck, and I couldn’t resist. I led him to the couch, and one thing led to another.
We made out. We touched. I sucked. He grinded. But that’s as far as we’ve ever gone.
I was sure he could remember that night very clearly because when he came to my house the following day, he asked me not to mention it to my parents.
Pshh. Like I ever would. Dad would have shred him a new one.
“I’ve been wanting you all day, Naomi,” he rasps on my lips, breaking the kiss.
“I couldn’t wait for you to get home,” I pant, cupping the back of his neck and then kissing his upper lip.
“You missed me?” He places me down on the countertop.
“Yes,” I breathe out. He shoves my skirt up, wrapping a strong arm around me. He pushes my panties to the side, looking up into my eyes as he slides a long, thick finger inside me. “When are you going to stop using those fingers?” I ask through a small moan.
“Trust me, I want my cock deep inside you every day, but you aren’t ready yet, babe.” He groans when he feels how wet I am. “I will never understand how this virgin pussy is always so wet for me.”
I shrug. “I want you. My body screams for you.”
“Your father would fucking kill me.”
“He won’t find out.” I grab his face. “I promise. I would never tell him.”
“You know I can’t do that to him. He’s been my best friend since we were in the navy, babe. He’s the only one who took me under his wing and looked out for me.”
“I know, I know.” I sigh when he sinks two fingers deeper, finding my G-spot. He hovers over me, sucking on my neck, his other hand squeezing my hip. He’s between my legs and I feel his cock getting harder and harder on the inside of my thigh.
“I just want you so bad. So many guys have tried but I always say no. I’ve been saving myself for you since last summer, Dom.”
“You better not give yourself to them,” he growls. He studies my eyes, still running his fingers in and out of me, the pad of his thumb gently rolling over my clit. “Your pussy is mine, Naomi. Understand?” His fingers work faster, sliding in and out.
I nod and he yanks his hand away, picking me up off the counter. He carries me to the living room and then places me on my feet. He unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants, so all he’s left in are his boxers. He takes those off too and his beautiful cock is free, so big, a small sparkle of pre-cum at the tip.
He lays flat on his back and says, “Take your panties off and come sit on my face.” His large hand wraps around the base of his cock and he starts to stroke it, making the tip leak even more.
I blush way too hard, heat collecting in my cheeks as I lick my suddenly dry lips and take my panties off, walking closer to him. I start to sit above him, my legs on either side of his head, so that I can look down and see his face, but he shakes his head.
“No. The other way. I want you to watch me come while I eat your pussy.”
I feel myself clench, but I don’t hesitate. I turn around, and as soon as I lower down and am perched above him, his free hand comes to my hip and he slides his tongue over my clit.
I shudder from the mere action, but his hot tongue is relentless. He swirls it around my clit, faster and faster.
“Oh, God, Dom!” I cry out. I’ve never felt this before. He’s never eaten me out. It’s always his fingers, or dry humping. Before, he seemed afraid to go this far, but tonight he’s not. He’s going for more. Maybe he had a hard day. Or maybe he’s just tired of the teasing and messing around.
Good. Because I’ve been getting impatient too.
His tongue is buried in my pussy, his beard grazing the insides of my thighs with each movement. He groans, stroking his hard cock in his hand, bringing more pre-cum to the tip. I get the courage to do something I’ve only heard about. Something that makes my heart race just thinking about it.
I lean forward and peel his hand away, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock and sucking the pre-cum away. Sixty-nine for the win.
He shudders beneath me, groaning even louder. I feel the vibrations and it feels so good. I moan, taking Dom’s cock deeper in my mouth, loving how his smooth flesh rides through my lips. He’s so damn hard and thick, but I go deeper, pulling my hair aside and sucking his big cock, ready to taste his cum on my tongue.
I feel myself clenching below as he holds my hips and eats my pussy like I’m his favorite fruit.
“Fuck,” I hear him groan. “Feels so fucking good.” His voice is beyond sexy. I can’t believe I’m doing this with him — taking it this far — but it only fuels me. I get to please Dom. I finally get to do something naughty with him — things I’ve wanted to happen for a very long time now.
I’ve dreamed about this, fantasized about it. I can’t be shy. I can’t waver. I deep-throat him as much as I can, playing with his balls like my best friend Julia told me to do.
She’s experienced and has told me a few things I should do that will drive a guy crazy, and she’s right, Dom groans way harder than I expect.
“Oh my goodness,” I whimper around his cock. My clit feels so swollen. All the blood in my body is rushing through me. I start to writhe above him but he holds me still, licking the same spot over, and over, and over again. “Holy shit!”
He sucks and slurps me, his beard still grazing my now damp skin, and just as I feel my body about to explode, he comes in my mouth.
I nearly gag around him, but I swallow it all, desperate for every single drop.
“Goddamn, babe,” he groans hard beneath me, and his breath on my skin makes me quiver. I lift up and turn around, looking him in the eyes. “You never told me you knew how to suck dick like that,” he laughs.
“You never asked.” I purposely sit on top of his semi-hard cock. He hauls me down so that my chest is flat on his, shifting his hips up to run the line of his cock through my slit.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” he whispers.
“Then do it.”
“One day.”
“You told me when I’m twenty-one. I turned twenty-one a month ago.”
“I know you did. I was waiting for the day.”
“So what happened?” I comb my fingers through his damp beard, getting rid of some of the moisture.
He looks away. “I don’t want to ruin you, Naomi.”
I force his eyes back on mine. “You can’t ruin me. Not when I want you this much.”
“You aren’t even on birth control, are you?”
I sit up on top of him. “No. I had no reason to really get it. But if I get it, then you’ll give me what I want?”
“If you get birth control, I’ll make your first time fucking amazing, babe.” He flashes a crooked smile and I return it.
“You swear? And no excuses later about me being too young or ab
out my dad. This is my choice and he doesn’t have to know.”
“I know it’s your choice. I respect that . . . but I also have to respect him. Imagine how he’d feel if he found out.”
“He would be upset at first—”
“He would never speak to me again, Naomi.”
“He won’t find out,” I say on his lips. “I promise.”
He cups the back of my neck, sliding his tongue through my lips. “Get protection, and not a fucking condom because I want to feel your pussy raw. Get it, and I’ll give you what you want.” He spanks my ass with his other hand and I yelp, giggling.
“Promise?”
“Promise, babe.”
Chapter Two
Dominic
I’m usually spending Sunday afternoons alone with Hannah, just the two of us, but lately Naomi has been coming around more and more.
I have to admit I don’t mind it. I could use the company, and she takes good care of my baby girl.
On top of all that, she’s a sexy little thing who plays innocent all too well.
I would kill to fuck her. Knowing she’s a virgin just makes it harder to hold back, especially when she comes around in those short skirts and dresses — and don’t get me started on the time she showed up dressed only in a bathing suit top and boy-shorts to swim in my pool.
I want her tight pussy wrapped around me every time I see her, and I know she wants to feel my cock deep inside her. I can’t wait to break her in.
Hannah is teething, giving me hell as she hollers at the top of her lungs, but Naomi steps in and scoops her up, rocking her as she walks to the kitchen. I can see her from my seat as she rubs some teething ointment on Hannah’s gums.
Within five minutes, Hannah is quiet. I sigh when the noise settles, rubbing a hand over my face.
Naomi disappears for a while but then she’s back, standing in front of me. Without speaking, she lowers to her knees and grabs the waistband of my basketball shorts.