Sweet Conviction (Bad Boys of Music Row #2) Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Bad Boys of Music Row Series by Nichole Rose
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Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
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"I know." I rub circles into her thighs below the hem of her skirt. "We can work up whatever contract you want to work up about the company. Whatever verbiage you want. Date it for yesterday or the day before or last month. I don't care. I didn't marry you for your company."

"Then why?" Her teeth sink into her soft bottom lip, her eyes flickering across my face again. "I don't understand you, Dalton."

"I married you for you, Tempest. I married you because I want you. I meant every word I said in your hotel." I brush my nose along hers. "I want every fucking inch of you. Every piece. Every goddamn thought. All of you. You've got me all twisted up in knots, wife."

She trembles when I say the word, so I press my lips to her ear.

"Wife," I whisper, nipping the shell of it. "My wife."

"Dalton," she moans. "Please."

Fuck.

There's that sound—the one that says she needs to come.

I slide my hands up her thighs, slowly inching the fabric up her gorgeous golden-brown skin.

"Dalton," she gasps, her eyes darting to the privacy screen. "The driver."

"Fuck the driver," I growl, palming her thick thighs possessively. "My wife needs to come. I'm going to make her."

I hold her gaze, silently daring her to stop me as I push her skirt higher, exposing her lacy black panties.

She says nothing, her eyes locked on my face, pupils dilated with need. I spread my legs on the seat, forcing hers further apart. Christ. I'm glad I waited for her. Exploring sex with her, discovering her for the first time…she was fucking worth the wait.

I keep my eyes locked with hers as I slip her panties to the side, groaning when I feel how fucking wet she is for me. "You're already soaked for me, Tempest. You love this, don't you?"

She bites her lip hard, fighting a whimper as I slowly circle her clit. It's intense, our eyes locked in a silent battle of wills—her refusing to make a sound or admit she's loving this as I tease her tight little hole.

Her lips part, rapid breaths escaping, but she still doesn't make a sound. Yet.

I slide two fingers inside her, feeling her walls pulse and flutter around me. She rocks against my hand desperately, trying to take me deeper.

"That's it," I murmur. "Take what you need. Ride my fingers until you fall apart."

The sight of her—cheeks flushed, tits bouncing, juices dripping down my wrist —nearly sends me over the fucking edge. I grit my teeth, hanging on through sheer force of will alone. I won't be satisfied until I hear her crying out my name as she comes undone for me.

I press my thumb to her clit, and she jerks, a little whimper escaping.

Fuck. There it is.

I rub harder, her wetness squelching obscenely in the confines of the limo.

"Let me hear you, Tempest. Let me hear everything."

She shakes her head, denying me. Fighting me.

I curl my fingers inside her, seeking that magic spot.

She thrashes when I find it, her mouth opening in a silent scream.

"Come for me, wife. Now."

Her pussy clamps around my fingers like a vise, and she's unable to stay quiet this time.

"Dalton," she whimpers, her voice breaking on my name as she falls apart, shattering like crystal. She writhes, her hushed cries of pleasure somehow more beautiful, sexier, and more intimate than any wild shout or scream.

God help me, but she's going to own me, every fucking piece of me. I already feel it happening, feel my whole soul falling into her keeping. And that doesn't terrify me nearly as much as it should. Not with her in my arms. Not with her whimpering my name. And not with my ring on her finger.

I want this—every terrifying fucking second of it.

The hotel room door slams against the wall as we stumble through, my hands on her ass, hers yanking my tie from around my neck. She spins suddenly, launching herself at me.

The momentum of her desperate attack sends me stumbling against the door. "Fuck," I grunt, grabbing her perfect ass to pull her closer. Her heat brands me through our clothes, and my cock throbs, hard as steel. "You want me, baby?"

"Yes," she sobs, grinding against me, shameless and needy. "Please, Dalton."

I grin, loving how sweet she sounds begging for my cock. That breathy please spilling from her lips is my new favorite sound.

"Then take what you want, wife. Claim what belongs to you." I lean back against the door with my hands behind my head, smirking. My cock twitches at the feral glint in her eyes. Fuck, I've created a monster. And I couldn't be happier about it.

She bites her lip, looking up at me through her lashes as she plants her hands against my chest. Her fingers curl around the buttons of my shirt. I suck in a breath as she yanks as hard as she can, sending buttons flying as she rips it open.


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