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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Eve: It's summer.

Addie: There wasn't one?

Eve: It was black.

Addie: Of course.

Eve: Shut up.

Addie: And a teal accent. Just like you.

Eve: Not yet. But maybe soon.

Addie: Everything like that lingerie he bought you?

Eve: Kind of, yeah. But we're veering into TMI again.

Addie: Do you think it might be more?

Eve: That a divorced millionaire might want to marry me?

Addie: The heart wants what it wants.

Eve: I guess anything is possible.

Addie: That's the most romantic thing you've ever said.

Eve: I'm reading The Handmaid's Tale right now. That's why.

Addie: You brought it with you?

Eve: It's always on my Kindle. But no. He has a copy. With notes in it.

Addie: It is true love!

She's not kidding. But maybe she doesn't have to kid.

This is the way to my heart. Through my brain.

And he…

God, I really do like him. But I need to keep things carnal. To focus on the parts of him I can have.

To read his text and see only dirty desires.

Ian: There's something for you in the room down the hall. The second door on the left. In the top drawer of the dresser. Send me a picture once you've found it.

Eve: Why should I?

Ian: I'll make it worth your while.

Eve: How?

Ian: A picture for a picture.

He doesn't mean he'll send a picture of himself…

Does he?

Chapter Thirty-Two

Ian

She makes me wait.

Through an hour of research.

A meeting with Shep.

A business lunch.

Most of the afternoon.

Finally, my mobile buzzes.

A text. No picture. Yet.

Eve: Is this a sex room?

Ian: Yes.

Eve: That's weird.

Ian: It's out of the ordinary, yes.

Eve: We didn't use it last night.

Ian: We didn't.

Eve: But you left a drawer for me.

Ian: Did you open it?

Eve: Yes.

Ian: And?

Eve: I haven't used it yet.

My balls tighten at the thought of her fucking herself.

I can see her in my white sheets. Turning to watch her reflection. Letting her eyes close. Throwing her head back.

I need to see it. To watch her come all fucking night. To tie her to my bed so she's powerless to resist.

Ian: Why not?

Eve: It's kind of a lot. But I guess you are too.

Fuck, she's too funny.

Ian: Oh?

Eve: Oh is my thing. Don't take it. And don't play dumb. You know what I'm getting at.

Ian: Since when do you mince words?

Eve: Mm-hmm. I'm not going to stroke your ego like this. It will make your head too big.

Ian: My head?

Eve: See. It's already happening. Men are all the same. You think your dick size means something.

Ian: I brought it up?

Eve: No. But you're thinking about it.

Ian: I'm thinking about you stroking me.

Eve: Are you really?

Ian: Yes.

Eve: I liked that.

Ian: I know.

Eve: This isn't Star Wars. You're supposed to say something about how you liked it too.

Ian: I haven't heard an Original Trilogy reference in a while.

Eve: Addie likes it. She likes the over-the-top fantasy.

Ian: What do you like?

Eve: Crime dramas. The really horrible, gritty ones where everyone dies.

Ian: American?

Eve: Sometimes. Sometimes a Swedish show about serial killers. And sometimes a British drama. They have a certain charm. Everyone is so restrained. There's more subtext.

Ian: We're known for our stiff upper lip.

Eve: See. Bringing it back to stiff already.

Ian: Am I?

Eve: Yeah.

Ian: Are you sure you're not the one who's obsessed?

Eve: It's possible.

She's quiet for a moment. I'm not sure if I want her to ask about my life. Or my cock. I want everything from her.

I want too much from her.

Eve: You have a nice collection of movies.

Ian: Also true.

Eve: You have a favorite?

Ian: I don't watch a lot of films.

Eve: Still. You must have a favorite.

Ian: Weren't we talking about you stroking me?

Eve: We were.

Ian: Seems as if we're getting off track.

Eve: I watch more TV than film. Or read. But I do like quiet dramas. The ones based on plays.

Ian: I usually watch mysteries.

Eve: Now is when you say something about how you liked it too.

Ian: Was that not clear?

Eve: You have to remember I haven't done this before.

Ian: I couldn't tell.

Eve: Really?

Ian: The way you look at me, with all this curiosity in your eyes. It's the same way you look at me when I'm dressed.

Eve: Oh.

Ian: It drives me wild.

Eve: What else?

Ian: What else?

Eve: Drives you wild?

How hard should I push her here?

Ian: You have a sweet mouth, vixen. I can't wait to fuck it again.

Eve: Oh.

Ian: Oh?

Eve: Yeah. Sticking with oh.

Ian: I did like it. Very much. And I'd very much like to make you come all night. If you stay at my flat, I will.

Eve: I'll consider that.

Ian: Mysterious.

Eve: Am I taking your thing?

Ian: Yes, but I'm not complaining.

Eve: Generous. But I'm claiming "oh."

Ian: Good. I want to hear it on your lips again. As soon as possible.

She stays on my mind through research, another meeting, a trip to the gym, the ride up the lift.

My flat is silent. She isn't here, watching a depressing British drama or playing thrashing guitar music or reading on the couch.


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