Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
I’m out of my fucking mind for considering meeting him tonight. But my toy can’t compare to the way my boss knows how to make my body come undone. I wanted to do more things for me. To have fun. And as much as I try to ignore him, I’m a glutton for punishment. Literally.
I reply.
Me: What time?
He replies immediately.
Dutton: I’ll pick you up at six.
Me: Don’t get out of the car. I’ll come to you.
Dutton: Wear the blue lingerie set I got you.
I roll my eyes. I know I shouldn’t be attracted to him, but no matter how much I remind myself of that, I can’t seem to stay away from him. And I’m not sure if I’m entirely ready to let go of the fun we might have. It is, after all, the best sex of my life. Don’t I at least deserve this one thing?
CHAPTER 27
Dutton
“Iassume most women would expect me to arrive at their door with flowers,” I say as she runs out to my car, looking more like a teenager sneaking out of her home.
She closes the door behind her. “Not a mother who doesn’t want to expose her young and impressionable son to a dangerous man.”
I smirk as I put my hand on her inner thigh, curious about what she looks like beneath the loose, light-blue dress. I pull away from the curb.
“You think I’m a bad man?” I ask.
“Would you say the things you do to my body are good?” She arches a brow at me.
“If I recall, you beg for it at times. Isn’t that why we’re here right now?”
“You’re the one who mentioned flowers and weird shit, so you best remember that I’m only here for the bad man to do what he’s very good at.”
“And what’s that?” I question, my cock already twitching at her proximity. It’s been a whole week since I’ve seen her, and I feel like a starved man. Her floral scent hangs in the car as if touching every fucking thing I own and sinking into it. I welcome it.
“Your mouth on my pussy, of course,” she says with a demure smile.
I can’t help but smirk.
When we arrive at one of the many estates I own, we don’t even make it through the door before I’m on her—devouring her.
She jumps into my arms, straddling my hips as I slam her against the wall. I try for the light switch, but at this point, I don’t even care as I take her to the bedroom.
Her moans bring my cock to attention.
I love how inexcusably fucking needy she is.
“Did you wear my color?” I growl.
“You’ll have to find out,” she says between kisses, and I smirk as I kick open my bedroom door and throw her onto the bed. She bounces, and I see a flash of light blue under the dress.
I remove my shirt and tear at my jeans. She stares at my veiny cock hungrily as I order her to remove her dress. She smirks but does as she’s told. When she reveals the blue lingerie set I bought her, I swallow. Hard.
The bra snugly accentuates her perfect tits. And I salivate at the crotchless panties as she leans back, giving me a full view.
“You’ve been very disobedient this week,” I say as I crawl over her.
She grins. “Can’t be too bad if I’m getting special treatment.”
I squeeze her cheeks and stare down at her. “This mouth is the fucking problem.”
“Or the solution,” she tries to say. I grab one of her hands and place it near the headboard.
“What are you—” Her eyes widen as I cuff one wrist to the headboard. I grab her other hand and cuff it to the other side.
“You’ve been wreaking havoc in my mind, Mostriciattola.”
“And you’ve been making promises all week,” she bites back, but her mouth snaps shut the moment my finger slips inside her pussy.
“So you have been reading my messages.” Her eyes roll back in her head, but I remind her, “You will look at me, or I’ll have you cuffed to this bed all night, denying you orgasm after orgasm. It can be torture.”
Her gaze snaps to attention, and I like how quickly her obedience shines through because this little monster is starved for the attention she deserves. Attention she will only be getting from me.
I grab the chains at the end of the bed and lock in both of her feet. She tests out the restraints, finding she has minimal movement.
Satisfied at having her entirely to myself and with nowhere to run, I circle her clit with my thumb and then insert another finger. A greedy little whimper escapes her as her legs twitch. I smirk knowingly. “You said you like my mouth on you? How else do you want me to break this perfect body of yours?”