Protecting Nicole – Perception Read Online Shandi Boyes

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Funny Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
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The mutual growl we release when he takes me to the base of his cock tears through the last remaining shred of control I have left. I beg him to take me harder, to fuck me how I’ve never been fucked. I tell him I want to feel where he’s been for the rest of our working week.

He does precisely as asked.

He pumps in and out of me until my moans turn ear-piercing, sweat dribbles down my back, and I’m overwhelmed for the third time tonight.

“Fuck, siren.”

Laken tries to power through the tight spasms of my pussy, he tries to put them into the background of his mind, but the instant I clamp around him, hungry for him to lose control, his thrusts stop. Once he’s buried deep inside me, he loses the battle.

He shoots his load inside me, the throbs of his cock as brutal as the hammering of my clit and as hot as the tension that will forever fire between us.

“Jesus Christ,” Laken breathes out heavily, his words as shaky as my thighs.

He sets me down before taking a staggered step back. “Fuck.” This expletive isn’t voiced with the same lusty tone he used seconds ago. He looks disappointed with himself. Somewhat guilty.

I have a clue as to why when the snap of my panties settling back into place occurs only half a second before a blob of cum soaks into them.

We forgot to use protection.

“Fuck.” He tucks his rapidly deflating penis away before shooting his hands into his hair. “Fuck!” he screams again while tugging on the spiky locks.

“It’s okay,” I assure him. “I’m on contraception, and I can back it up with the morning-after pill.”

His eyes shoot to mine so fast, his swift movement makes my head as dizzy as back-to-back orgasms. When the disappointment on his face grows the longer he takes in my ruined panties, I yank down on the hem of my skirt until it hides the evidence of our blunder.

“It isn’t that big of a deal, Laken. I’m clean—”

“So am I,” he promises, his mood edgy. “But I shouldn’t have been so reckless. I was meant to show you that you deserve better than him, not lower myself to his standards.” My stomach gurgles when my foolhardiness returns to bite me in the ass. “I have a condom in my wallet, but I chose to pretend I didn’t because I wanted to claim you in a way I’m confident Knox never has since he’s paranoid about unwanted pregnancies.” The guilt on his face doubles. “I should have never disrespected you like that.”

“Laken—”

I’m interrupted by the person causing Laken’s near meltdown entering the bathroom without bothering to knock.

When Knox realizes I’m not alone, his wide eyes dance between Laken and me for almost thirty seconds. I assume he will criticize me for overworking my vocal cords so close to a live performance, but I am proven wrong when he says, “I was talking to Dallas downstairs. He mentioned you had a run-in with the paparazzi.” He steps closer like the tension in the air isn’t as thick as it is. “They were so eager for an interview, they knocked you over.”

“It wasn’t the paps who knocked her over.”

Knox acts as if Laken never spoke. As he steps even closer, the concern in his eyes silences me. I’ve never seen them hold so much worry, and he once threw me to the wolves with no backup.

Apollo’s feedback that day was brutal.

It was the same day I had to strain to hear a single melody.

“Are you okay?” He drags his eyes over my body like more than lust and sweat marks it. “When he told me what had happened, I felt sick to my stomach.”

“I’m fine. Laken—”

“Should have never taken you out alone.” His words are spat from his mouth like daggers and directed one way. To Laken’s half of the bathroom. “His stupidity could have gotten you seriously injured.” He inches back before shredding Laken’s confidence to pieces. “He could have gotten you killed.”

“No. What happened wasn’t Laken’s fault. He…” When I direct my focus to the man who needs to hear my words the most, my reply clogs in my throat.

The other half of the bathroom is empty, and Laken still doesn’t know the truth.

Jenni slouches back in an armchair with ski jackets tossed over its rolled top before connecting her eyes with mine. “The last part is kind of hot and disturbing at the same time. What are your thoughts?”

“About him not using protection?” I sound daft. Rightfully so. I spilled an entire day’s worth of chemistry onto her without coming up for air.

When Jenni jerks up her chin, I shrug. “I thought it was okay.”

She sees straight through my lie.

With only an arched brow, she has me caving like a virgin at a sex club. “It was hot.”


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