A Real Good Bad Thing Read Online Lauren Blakely

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
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I pushed against her, letting her feel what she did to me.

She grabbed my shirt. “Can we please just fuck it out now?”

Yes. That. That was music to my ears. She’d come around, seen who I was, and wanted me even more. Or so I hoped.

“Yes, we damn well better fuck it out. Once and for all.”

I held her face. “In about one minute, you’re going to put your hands on the railing, bend over, and raise your skirt for me.”

Her eyes lit up, sparkling with a naughty kind of excitement. “Happily.”

“But first, I’m going to steal something. A hot, dirty kiss.”

Her breath caught.

I roped a hand through her hair, yanked her close, and planted a scorching, searing kiss on her delicious lips. She melted under my touch. My hands traveled to her leg, along the warm skin of her thighs, quickly finding what I wanted—the wet scrap of fabric between her legs. She was so damn turned on too.

Good. I needed all this wetness. It was mine. I’d earned it. She’d doubted me, and I’d proven who I was to her.

I was someone else as well—the man who fucked her good.

I groaned as I kissed her mercilessly, then tugged off her underwear, broke the kiss, and spun her around.

Covering her back with my chest, I wrapped her hair in a fist and tugged. She gasped and arched her ass higher. Yup. She liked a little rough play. I brought my mouth to her ear. “Do you like it hard? Do you like it rough? Do you like it angry?”

She turned her face to look at me with desire in her eyes. “I like everything with you.”

“Good answer.” I grasped her chin and held her gaze, staring at her. “Stay here.”

I headed inside, grabbed a condom, and returned to the gorgeous sight on my balcony—Ruby, with her sundress bunched up above her hips, her panties on the ground, and her lovely, delicious body ready for me.

I grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it off, then unzipped my shorts enough to take out my length. “You need my cock now, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“So badly,” she moaned.

I rolled on the condom, so damn ready. So damn needy. I wanted to banish all the frustration that had stemmed from our cat-and-mouse games. No better way than the physical. It was the one thing that didn’t lie. It was a language comprised only of truth. There was no doubt in the way she glistened for me. In the lift of her hips, the look in her eyes, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed hard.

There was nothing but truth to the way I ached to fill her.

I positioned my dick at her slick entrance, and in one delicious thrust, I pushed inside my woman. All the way. I snaked an arm around her chest, sliding my hand between her breasts and up to her neck.

I wrapped a hand around her throat, not too tight, not hurting. Just letting her know, like this, that she belonged to me. I squeezed gently with my thumb as I fucked her.

Like that, with a rough, hard rhythm, I showed her the truth.

“This, Ruby. This isn’t a lie.” I growled in her ear.

“I know,” she panted, gasping as I drove into her.

“This is the truth. The way we fit like this.”

“It feels so good,” she said, her voice rising as I moved in her.

It was the purity of the connection—that was what had brought us together in the first place. And on this balcony, overlooking the sea, with all the tourists below who had no clue diamonds were being stolen across the land, and hearts were being toyed with, and heists were being plotted and replotted, I proved the one thing I could.

That this connection between us was real. It was honest.

It might not last. It might have an expiration date. But for now, as I thrust into her, this was as true as the sun blazing overhead. It was as real as the waves crashing onto the shore.

She rose up on her toes, bowed her back, and gripped the railing. I dropped my hand from her throat, grabbed her hips, and took her hard. She moaned and cried my name. Soon her cries were coming faster, and I was sure someone else in the hotel might hear, but sure, too, that I didn’t care. Not as she clenched around me and whispered that she was coming.

She shuddered several times and I followed her there, my own orgasm blasting into every corner of my body. As pleasure whipped through me, the world winked off.

I wrapped my arms around her, held her close, kissed her neck, then at last, eased out.

After I disposed of the condom, I scooped her into my lap on a deck chair, and held her. She let me, looping her arms around my neck. Yes, this was the opposite of her flopping into my lap earlier. This was real. “I’m sorry someone broke into your room,” I said softly, then kissed her cheek.


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