Dirty Boss (Scandalous Billionaires #5) Read Online Lisa Renee Jones

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Scandalous Billionaires Series by Lisa Renee Jones
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Total pages in book: 183
Estimated words: 174715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
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“I can’t even believe I’m having this conversation.”

I caress her breast, my thumb stroking her cheek, my lips brushing her lips. “We don’t have to do this,” I say my mouth next to hers. “But I promise you, we will both be so hot and so ready to fuck when it’s done that we will be all over each other.”

“I can’t believe I’m actually considering this.”

I pull back to look at her. “Say yes,” I urge. “You won’t be sorry.”

Chapter seven

Lori

My heart is racing and I am both aroused and terrified. A spanking? Why am I even considering this? Why? It’s impossible that I would and yet, I am. I really am, but it’s crazy. “I don’t know you,” I whisper. “I can’t—”

“You can,” he says, cupping my head, and sliding his cheek to mine, as if he feels my need for this tiny moment of visual privacy. “It will be good,” he whispers by my ear, his breath a warm tease on my neck. “So damn good, sweetheart.”

“Says the man giving the spanking. Says the one—”

“In control?” he asks, pulling back to look at me. “No. I’m not in control. You are. You decide if I do this. You decide if you want that kind of escape.”

“I’m not into pain. I’m sorry, but—”

“It’s not about pain, Lori. It will sting at most. It’s about escape. It’s about the freedom to be vulnerable for just a little window of time when you don’t dare any other time.”

That he knows this about me, is unbelievable. He doesn’t know me. How can he know this?

“It’s about the adrenaline and the high and the way we’re into what is happening right here and now, that nothing else exists.”

“And if I don’t want to do this?”

“We fuck and we enjoy it,” he says simply, no hesitation in him, and I sense that he means it. There’s no pressure. I really feel that from this man.

“And if I do?”

“Then I’ll make sure you enjoy it, sweetheart. Really enjoy it.”

This is intimate. It’s control I am handing him, that I wouldn’t allow anyone I know, and with good reason. I know them. They could use it against me. They could twist it and me with it, and— “I’m not—”

He kisses me. “Then we won’t,” he says softly.

“Going to see you again,” I finish.

He pulls back and arches a brow. “But you’ll let me spank you? Is that what you’re saying?”

I answer in my own head first:

No consequences.

No names.

Him in control.

Not me.

For once, not me.

“Do it,” I whisper, my heart about to explode in my chest. “But don’t give me time to think about it. Don’t—”

He kisses me, a deep, long, drugging kiss before he says, “I won’t just do it. That’s punishment. That’s pain. That’s not how a spanking for pleasure works. It’s erotic play and thinking about it, anticipating it, is part of the high.”

“No room for anything but here and now,” I say, repeating his words, embracing those words.

“Exactly,” he agrees. “And we both know that’s what you’re looking for tonight. And I get it, Lori. That’s why people play these kinds of games, for pleasure and escape.”

“So, you—you make a habit of playing these games?”

“Not a habit,” he assures me. “But I was a member of a club right out of law school,” he says. “It was—an intense time for me for many reasons. I needed an uncomplicated release that didn’t fuck with my head afterward.”

It feels like a personal confession I shouldn’t welcome, but I do. I’m curious about him. More than I wish I was curious about him. “This kind of play has a place,” he gives me a lift of his lips, a hint of a smile, “it works for many of us who need control, and therefore, fail miserably at drug and alcohol abuses.”

He scoots us to the edge of the chair and then takes a knee in front of me. “We’re both going to want to fuck when it’s over. That means I need to put that condom on now.” He brushes his lips over mine and stands up, leaving me naked, and on the edge of my soon-to-be spanked seat, quite literally. I have a moment when I want to fold my arms across my chest, but I force myself to resist the urge. Tonight is about being daring, unapologetically in charge of my desires, and I don’t feel out of control. I said yes. I made this decision. I want to experience new things, and do so with this man.

Cole reaches into his back pocket and produces his wallet, removing a foil package before tossing the wallet on the coffee table. I grip the cushion on either side of me, aware that my breasts are thrust forward, aware that his eyes rake over them, so aware that my thighs squeeze together while I wait for what comes next, anticipate what comes next.


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