Turn Me On (The Boyfriend Zone #2) Read Online Lauren Blakely

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Forbidden, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Boyfriend Zone Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
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My dick is ready to lead a parade. I know where he’s going. And I am going to make him feel extraordinary tonight.

I take the request and run with it.

19

THIS IS HOW WE DO IT

Maddox

I could resist Zane, but I just don’t want to tonight.

The longing is too much. The second he took out that tie from his pocket, it was game over for me. My desire for him is too strong, and it’s clawing at me. The only way over this desire is through it.

Zane slides a little closer, pressing his thigh more firmly against mine. “Tell me what you saw in me that night we met.”

I can picture the scene at the bar perfectly. “In mere seconds, I knew what it’d be like with us.”

“How did you know?” he asks, absolutely desperate.

“From the way you looked at me with possession in your eyes. The way you talked to me. It was clear that we would…”

“Fit perfectly? Want the same damn things?”

“Yes,” I say, the memories bursting inside me. It’s hard enough to meet someone you connect with. But having that person crave intimacy the same damn way you do is rare. I can’t walk away, especially since talking to Zane about sex is so goddamn easy. It’s freeing to tell him what I want. “The night we met, I could feel all your sexual energy. I sensed it. The way you wanted to have me. The way you weren’t afraid to tell me you wanted to top the fuck out of me.”

“I do,” he says, his throat rumbling, and he sets a hand on my thigh, sliding it possessively over my slacks. His touch sends the temperature in me soaring. “I want to take charge in bed. And you want me to. Tell me why you like it that way. I’m dying to know.”

Finally. Fucking finally. “I spend all day trying to make things happen. At night, I want things to happen to me,” I say, making myself totally vulnerable. “I want you to happen to me.”

He shudders, and the sound is so erotic I think I might explode right now. He grips my leg tighter. “After playing on a team all day, at night I just want to be the guy in charge. I want to make the decisions. I want to tell my man how it’s going to be,” he says. Then, in a husk of a voice, he adds, “I want to tell you how it’s going to be.”

With wildfire sparking in my body, I reach for the tie in his lap, then press it into his hand. There’s no turning back now. “Do you want to know how I look in this?”

“Yes,” he says, taking his bedroom tone now. Like he’s setting the starting pace. “But first, I’m going to put it on you. Come closer, Maddox.”

I obey.

I’m vibrating with desire as he loops the tie around my neck, sliding it under my collar, then folding the crisp fabric back over the silk. As he touches me, I tremble.

He leans closer, whispering hotly, “You’re the most responsive man I’ve ever been with.”

“And all you’re doing is dressing me,” I murmur.

Slowly, luxuriously, he knots the tie, tightening it at my throat, making me groan. He glides his hand down the silk, then gives it a sharp tug, jerking me closer.

He’s inches from my face. “What if we gave in for just one night?”

Yes. A million yeses. But I know this man. He likes me to tease him. “What would you do with just one night?” I ask.

“This won’t be a ten-minute hand job in the gym. This will be one amazing, intense night where I spread you out on the bed. Where I play with your body. Where I tie you up.”

My shoulders shake with the promise of decadent pleasure. “Where you push me down on my knees,” I say in a sensual haze.

“Where you take me deep in your throat,” he says.

We don’t stop. We lay it all out here at the bar. Wishes and wants. He tells me what he wants to do to me. I tell him what I want done.

Then he looks me firm in the eyes. He’s the man in charge. “Say it,” he commands. “Tell me what you want. Right now.”

My body is a flame as I speak the words I’ve wanted to say since the night I met Zane Archer. “Take me back to your hotel room and have your way with me.”

We leave in seconds flat.

There is no loophole to justify sleeping with my client, and I don’t care.

I’m done with justifications.

I want what I want.

The moment we step into his hotel room, Zane crowds me against the wall. He grabs my hands, ropes our fingers together and pushes them right above my shoulders.

I expect his lips to come crashing down on mine. I’m ready for him to plunder my mouth. But instead, he slams his pelvis to me.


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