Dirty Desires Read online Crystal Kaswell

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 103661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
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I do want that. But when I try to find the words, they tangle.

It's too much. I'm not there.

He sits back, watching me with interest. Waiting.

"I'm usually more articulate," I say. "I, uh, I don't know how to handle it."

"How much you want me?"

"Yes. But I meant more… being tongue tied. But maybe they're the same thing. I, uh, I've had boyfriends. And we've kissed. Fooled around a little. But never like last night."

He understands my meaning immediately. "You enjoyed it?"

"Wasn't it obvious?"

"Yes, but I want to hear your take anyway."

"My take?"

He nods. "What exactly did you like?"

"Everything."

"Specifically."

My blush betrays me. I'm not shy. I'm not a shy person. Not even about sex.

I spent the last six months working at a strip club, for fuck's sake.

But the way Ian stares makes me feel so naked. Physically, emotionally, spiritually.

It terrifies me. Thrills me. Sets me on fire.

I'm an exhibitionist.

But that doesn't make sense. The idea of dancing at the club terrifies me. All those strange men, staring, reaching, touching.

If it was just him, sitting in a booth, watching me move, beckoning me into his lap—

"You're thinking something." His eyes fix on mine.

"About the club. I thought about dancing. To make more money. The dancers made four, five times what I did. But I didn't have the stomach for it. The thought of strange men watching me… touching me… it made me sick. But last night… I liked that. Being on display. The way you looked at me when I peeled off my dress. Knowing we might get caught."

"You would dance if it was for me?"

That's a good way of putting it. I nod.

"Do you want that?"

"Maybe."

He studies my expression. Nods with understanding. "What else?"

"The way you touched me. And that tone of your voice." The rough parts. And the soft parts too.

His gaze travels down my body. Slowly. Carefully. "Take off your top."

I don't ask for more instruction. I turn toward him. Look into his eyes as I pull my crop top over my head.

He studies my bra—the plain black thing I bought on sale. I thought it was sexy, at the time.

Now, it feels cheap and worn. Not something that fits into his expensive world.

Even so, he looks at me like I'm a sex goddess. "You didn't like the lingerie?"

"It's for dinner, isn't it?"

He nods true. "You did like it?"

"Yes." My blush deepens. "A lot."

"I'll send more. Wear that under your clothes. At all times."

The imposition should annoy me. But it doesn't. I love that he's sending fancy lingerie. And not because it's more for my collection.

Because it's our secret.

His voice drops to that demanding tone. "Take off the bra."

I undo the clasp. Let it fall off my shoulders.

"Fuck." His pupils dilate. "You drive me out of mind, Eve."

"Already?"

"Since the first time I saw you."

"What about me?"

"Everything." He motions come here.

I scoot closer.

The leather of the bench seat is cool against my thighs. The air-conditioning is on full blast.

I can feel the pressure against my stomach, chest, nipples.

But I'm not cold.

I'm on fire.

There. My knee brushes his thigh. The smooth fabric of his slacks. There's something about the way it falls over his limbs.

Like a tattoo or bright hair or combat boots, the suit defines him.

What is that like? How does he feel when it comes off?

I need it to come off.

Now.

The ache in my sex is overwhelming. I need him in every way I can.

My lack of experience is a distant concern.

It doesn't matter that I have no idea what I'm doing. That I'm scared of embarrassing myself in front of someone so smooth and collected.

Only that I touch him. Feel him. Taste him.

He brings his hand to my cheek. "What do you want? Right now."

"You."

"Specifically." He runs his thumb over my temple. Brings his other hand to the curve of my waist. "Tell me exactly what you want."

Chapter Twenty-Four

Eve

What exactly do I want?

It's impossible to answer.

I want everything.

His hands, his mouth, his cock.

I want to strip and tease him. And I want him to throw me on the bench and fuck me immediately.

I'm not ready for that.

So I…

That's it. "I want you in control."

He nods with understanding. "Did you pick a word?"

"Austin Powers."

He half-smiles. "I suppose I can't ask if you feel randy then."

"I might slip. Say it by accident." My laughs melts the tension in my shoulders.

I'm nervous.

No, I'm terrified.

My entire life, I've clawed for every ounce of control.

Now, I'm offering it to a man I barely know. A man pulling me out of debt. Paying for my future. Proving he has the resources to destroy me.

The thought only winds me tighter.

He can bend me, break me, destroy me.

Or make me come until I pass out.

"Come here, vixen." He pulls me into his lap.

I stare into his dark eyes for a moment, then my lids flutter closed. My lips find his.


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