Calculated Risk (Blackbridge Security #5) Read Online Marie James

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Blackbridge Security Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
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“I’m sure she is, but they play—they have a weird dynamic. Well, not weird, but it’s different than—”

“Were you going to get condoms or were we going to have a politically correct conversation about your friends’ kinks?”

His smile is radiant as he looks down at me, and I’m hot all over again at the sight of his kiss-swollen lips. Yep, this man absolutely does it for me.

With a skilled roll, he jumps off the bed. “Don’t go anywhere.”

I chuckle as he runs out of the room. Knowing what’s going to happen and not wanting to waste a second, I strip to my skin while he’s gone, only for him to return while I’m struggling to get my shirt over my head.

“Unwrapping my present?”

I whip the shirt over my head to find him standing in the doorway with a bruising grip on his cock over his sweats. Just the indication of his size, still hidden behind fabric, makes me force down a lump in my throat.

“Did he have any?”

I’m not entirely comfortable with Wren getting involved in our bedroom business, but this is an emergency.

“I texted,” he says, holding up his cell phone. “I’m waiting to hear back.”

I frown, making him laugh. “There is so much more we can do while we wait.”

I throw my shirt to the floor, ready and waiting for him to suggest getting on my knees, but then the man crosses the room and crawls up the bed from the end, gripping my ankles and spreading my legs.

His mouth is hovering over the apex of my thighs as his heated eyes peer up at me.

“I normally don’t have time to date, but I wanted you to know that this isn’t that.”

I nod because what else can a woman do when a man sets her on fire then puts his tongue within inches of the most sensitive part of her body?

He doesn’t want a relationship? Fine, I can handle that, but I’ll do it tomorrow after—fingers crossed—a couple of glorious orgasms.

I forget all about his words and spend the next fifteen minutes trying to remember how to breathe while he licks, nips and sucks on my clit until I have to beg him to stop. I’m boneless, shaking like I’m freezing, and willing to offer him anything I own if he pulls back for a few minutes to let me get my wits back.

He’s relentless, using his tongue and teeth in an expert way I’ve never experienced, then the tip of one finger joins the party and my back hurts from the muscles contractions.

The doorbell rings, and it sounds like the tinkle of a distant alarm, one that barely registers in my head, but he doesn’t stop until I’m seizing around that one prying digit and pulsing against his mouth.

His lips are cherry-red and swollen, beard damp with me when he pulls back. His eyes light up with devious intent as he glances from my face to my sex.

“Hold that thought,” he insists as he backs out of the room.

I couldn’t walk right now if I wanted to escape and getting away is the very last thought on my mind. If the man is that skilled with his mouth, what kind of pleasure could he wring from my body with other parts of his anatomy?

I watch as he reenters the room, a small basket in his hands. I open my mouth to ask him what he’s carrying, but then he drops his sweats, a single condom in his hand, and words fail me.

He is absolute perfection, the tip of his glorious erection weeping.

“Fuck, baby, you’re really good for my ego, the way you’re watching me.”

Sure fingers roll the latex down his length, and I’m entranced like a cobra following the tip of a flute as I rise out of a wicker basket. His cock jolts, bouncing with each step as he makes his way across the room to me, but he doesn’t settle between my legs like I expect him to.

He lifts me like I weigh nothing, settling me on his thighs, his glorious cock hard and hot between us.

“I’m pretty big,” he says as his lips find my shoulder.

“I noticed.”

“You’re really tiny. Oh, fuck,” he groans when I wrap both of my hands around his cock. His hips jolt up, nearly knocking me off his lap. “I don’t want to hurt you, so I need you to control this.”

“I don’t mind doing some of the work. You’ve done so much already,” I whisper as I dip my mouth to his, tasting myself on his lips.

His hands once again lift me under my ass, much the same way he did when he carried me into the shower earlier, only this time he doesn’t keep the distance between us. My clit scrapes up the length of him, and as eager as I am to come again, I want it to be with him inside of me rather than the tip of his cock rubbing against me that way.


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