The Naughty List Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
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I let the words hang between us, and Nick looks at me as though I’ve just lost my mind. “Fucking hell, Blair. I don’t want to fuck either of you in the back of my truck. I’m driving your asses home before you end up passed out in the street.”

At the mention of the street, my gaze flicks out the window, looking past Nick’s red pickup parked just outside the door and to the light dusting of snow covering the road. “Oh,” I gasp, my stare meeting Sarah’s. “I haven’t made snow angels in years.”

Her eyes widen like saucers. “Uhhh . . . Pretty sure we might have made snow angels the other night, but YES! Absolutely! Let’s do it.”

Nick shakes his head. “Great idea. Let’s all go and lay down in the middle of the road and make fucking angels.” His sarcasm isn’t lost on me, and as his heated stare comes back to mine, I cringe. “Get in the fucking truck, Blair. Don’t make me have to put you in there, because you know I will.”

That lazy smile returns to my lips, remembering just how strong he is, and my fingers trail back down to those delicious biceps. “Do you only like to throw me around when I’m being a brat, or do you just like putting your hands on me? Because if that’s the case, I know a few things you could do with your—”

“Blair,” he roars, cutting me off. “Get your sweet ass in my truck right fucking now.”

“Oooh,” Sarah says, watching the way he gets all worked up. “I think I like this new grumpy version of Nicholas Stone. It’s tantalizing.”

I snicker at the word tantalizing, because let’s face it, it’s a funny word, and the way it slurs from Sarah’s lips somehow only makes it that much better.

Nick groans, reaching over me to grab both mine and Sarah’s purses from the bar before scooping his arm further around my back, putting me by his side. He shoves our purses under his arm before putting Sarah at his other side and leading us both out of the bar, but I can’t help looking back over my shoulder and grinning at Oxley. “Bye, friend. It has been my pleasure serving with you tonight.”

“Bitch, you didn’t serve shit,” he chuckles, shaking his head.

“Oh, I served,” I tell him, having absolutely no idea what I’m talking about. “You just don’t know it yet.”

Nick mutters something under his breath and continues to drag Sarah and me out into the cold and over to his truck. He helps Sarah into the backseat before taking my hand and leading me around to the passenger side, and it doesn’t go unnoticed just how often his skin grazes mine. Hell, I’m left with goosebumps everywhere he’s touched me.

Just as it always is, the tension thickens between us in the cab as he drives Sarah home, and when we’re finally left alone, it’s almost impossible to ignore.

My hands ball into fists, and I have to force them under my thighs to keep myself from reaching out to him, but damn, if he gave me even the slightest indication that he was down for it, I’d climb him like a damn tree.

Pulling up at my place, Nick gets out and helps me up the slippery driveway, muttering something about being an idiot who hasn’t shoveled it yet, despite my declaration that I can take care of myself.

When I fumble for my keys, Nick takes my purse and finds them for me, unlocking the door and opening it wide. He ushers me inside, and just when I expect him to close the door behind me, he follows me in, bringing that tension right along with him.

“What are you doing?” I ask in a small tone.

“Making sure you get to bed without killing yourself,” he says, stopping by the kitchen and fishing painkillers out of my cupboard before filling a glass of water. He turns back to face me, his brows furrowed as he finds me watching him. “What are you waiting for?” he asks, nodding toward the hallway that leads to the bedrooms. “Go.”

Oooh, it seems I have cranky Nick tonight. It’s kinda sexy.

Making my way down the hall, I brace my hand against the freshly painted walls, keeping myself upright, and when I move into my bedroom, Nick walks straight in behind me, putting the painkillers and water onto my bedside table.

He grabs the corner of my blanket and flings it back, clearly ready to tell me to get my ass into bed, only the movement has everything that was on my bed flying off, leaving my bright pink vibrator to drop heavily to the ground between us.

I cringe, humiliation flooding through me. “Any chance you didn’t see that?” I ask, looking anywhere but at the vibrator or his eyes.


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