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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With one hand tangled in her hair, I took off my cap and put it on her, covering her blonde locks. Ruby smiled against my mouth and murmured, “Quick thinking.”

“Thanks.”

I was positive the guy had passed us, but like hell was I going to stop. Not while she straddled me. Not as she started to slowly rock her hips into mine. And not as she kissed back harder and hungrier, her lips greedy and tasting like tropical temptation. I tangoed my tongue with hers, tasting her lips, devouring her.

She picked up speed and started riding me harder. While I was sure she could get off by humping my hard-on in my shorts, and I wanted nothing more than to hear her little moans turn into full-blown cries of pleasure, getting arrested for public indecency would be counter to our objectives.

I opened one eye and scanned the street. Coast was clear.

“I’m driving,” I said, brooking no argument. “And I’m finishing what you just started. If that’s a problem, you need to tell me now.”

“It’s not a problem,” she whispered, and the look in her eyes was full of lust.

I slid out and walked around while she situated herself in the passenger seat, then I started the Jeep and drove away from the diamond district. In five minutes, I found a parking garage near a shopping center and parked on the quietest level in a space by the wall. Then I tugged her with me into the backseat.

“I owe you a third,” I said, sliding her sexy body alongside mine.

“Pay up,” she said.

“Oh, I’ll make good on my promise. In no time, you’ll be saying my name,” I said as I tugged her close, my hand traveling along the bare skin of her legs. So damn soft. As she stretched out beside me, we locked eyes. The look in hers was vulnerable and hungry at the same time. She wanted this, and she wanted to give her body to me. What a fucking gift.

“Make me…” she whispered, taking a beat and upping the ante, “scream your name.”

She parted her thighs.

Damn, what a brilliant idea she’d had, kissing me on the street. Maybe she deserved a fourth too. For now, I brushed the inside of her thigh. “Challenge accepted,” I said, and she smiled in that sexy-sweet way she had, then her eyes floated closed as I reached the damp panel of her bikini bottoms. I inhaled sharply as I brushed a finger across that lovely wetness. My dick jumped, eager to please her too. To make her back arch and her toes curl.

But this moment wasn’t about me getting off. I wanted her to writhe in pleasure. That was what turned me on most—to hear her cries. To see her lips form my name as she came undone. I slid a finger across her pussy, gliding over her slick heat. Oh hell, she felt fucking fantastic, and lust crashed into every corner of my body as she shuddered and rubbed against me.

I couldn’t resist kissing her. I dropped my mouth onto hers, claiming her lips in a hot kiss as I tugged her bikini lower. She rocked into my hand as I stroked her and kissed her, and whatever resistance she’d had earlier seemed far gone too.

I guessed she liked this ratio too.

20

PARKING ESCAPE

Ruby

Sure, I was supposed to be resisting him. But screw resistance.

I wanted a break from thinking about good guys and bad guys, cons and crimes. I needed to turn off my mind and let my body take over.

And this man knew what to do to me. Those talented fingers. That wicked mouth. His lips were a dream, and his mouth tasted fantastic. We’d kissed plenty of times. But this kind of kiss? A kiss while he fucked me with his talented fingers? This was its own kind of exquisite, filthy bliss. It was a deliciously dirty kiss. Jake fucked my mouth with his tongue, all while stroking my heat, hitting the right spot.

I arched my hips, meeting his hand, needing his fingers. Craving so much more. Sparks raced through me with every move he made, and soon I couldn’t concentrate on kissing anymore. All I could do was be touched. I broke the kiss, moaning carnally. He growled, and my world narrowed to his passion and to the agonizingly exquisite ache between my legs. “Feels so good,” I murmured.

His throat rumbled, and he thrust his fingers into me again. “And you look so fucking good. So fucking beautiful when you’re all turned on,” he whispered, his voice low and dirty, the words heating me up even more.

I’d give him more of my own. Since I was learning his brand of dirty talk was my new kink. “I thought about you last night,” I admitted, my breathing turning erratic. Hot, quick pulses spread through me with every touch, every stroke. “After the club.”


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