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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Zane stands in front of me, appraising me as I sit. I’m naked, and he’s got a towel wrapped around his waist, and that excites me, the power play.

“Look at you. Sitting here in your power chair, like a deal-making king. Gets me so fucking hot,” he says, rubbing his palm along the ridge of his erection tenting the towel.

My breath comes fast as I watch him stroke. “I can tell.”

“Someday, someday really fucking soon, I want to tie you up when you’re wearing one of your suits.”

“I’ll come home late from work. You’ll grab me by the tie,” I say.

“I’ll bind your hands with your expensive belt, and take you hard while you’re half-dressed in your tailored clothes,” he says, then gestures carelessly to the desk. “I’ll bend you over the desk. Same place where you find all those loopholes in deals,” he says, prowling past it, dragging a finger along the wood.

My dick twitches from the dominance in his voice. “Worked on yours right here.”

His breath hitches. He strides right up to me, runs a hand through my hair, then curls it nice and tight around my skull. Gripping me. “Fucking love this sexy brain of yours. How hard you work, Mad. Everyone knows how hard you work,” he whispers harshly, then bends, meeting me eye to eye, but still holding me fiercely. “But you know what they don’t know?”

I lift my chin, the answer coming instantly. “How I like to fuck,” I say, owning my pleasure.

A sexy rumble comes from his throat. “You work hard. You fuck hard,” he says. Then he drags his knuckles down my face. “But no one else gets to know that.”

“No one but you,” I say, finishing for him.

“Not a single soul but me. Ever,” he echoes, like we’re making another promise. We’ve always been exclusive but we couldn’t say so. Now, even though we haven’t discussed the details, we’re declaring ourselves out loud. “You know what I want right now?”

I do, and I crave it too. “Same thing I jacked off to last night,” I hiss out.

He groans like an animal. “Me fucking too,” he says, then he goes to his knees, grabs my hips, and tugs me to the edge of the chair. After he angles me, he licks a long line down my shaft and he doesn’t stop. He travels to my balls, sucking each one, then roams his tongue down to my ass. He flicks it there. Right there. A dark, delicious bliss rushes through me.

“Yes, this is my favorite,” he murmurs, then dives back in, licking me mercilessly.

My stomach tightens from the outrageous bliss. My chest heats up. The sensations are so intense. Then, they’re even better when he slides his hands under me, curls them tightly around my ass, moaning as he devours me. When he thrusts his tongue inside me for a few hot, delirious seconds, my brain flatlines. “Won’t last long if you do that,” I whisper.

That thrills him, it seems, since when he lifts his face, he looks savage and wildly happy. “Look what you do to me.”

He rises, whips off his towel, grabs his leaking dick. Like he’s so damn proud of how turned on he is.

Yeah, me too. “How about putting that hungry cock in me right now?”

Lazily, he slides a hand down his length. “Patience, handsome.”

“Fuck patience. Fuck me instead,” I taunt.

He grins, like he’s won the jackpot. Quickly, Zane unties me, drags me up, and kisses my shoulder. Next, he licks my throat as he strokes my dick, picking up the pace. I swear Zane is trying to kill me with pleasure tonight.

Soon, I’m this close to shooting in his talented hand when he stops, smacks my ass, and growls, “Couch now.”

In no time, I’m on my hands and knees on the couch that he’s covered in a big towel. He kneels behind me, grabs the lube, and slicks up his cock with a few quick strokes. After he drops the bottle on the couch, he slides his coated fingers in me one more time. But I don’t need much prep. I’m ready for him. When he lines up at my entrance, he stills, breathes out hard. I’m on edge, waiting.

But he’s not moving.

I turn to look at him. His eyes are squeezed shut, and he’s gritting his teeth. “What’s wrong?”

I don’t like to be concerned during sex. I hope he’s okay with everything we’re doing. “We can stop,” I say, though I’m not sure why he needs to, since we mapped this out.

His eyes fly open, then he slides a hand up my back. “Nothing is wrong, Mad,” he whispers, sounding reverent, touching me like he adores me. “I just needed a moment to get my wits together before I fuck the only man I’ve ever fallen for.”

Oh, god. Oh, hell. Goose bumps rise everywhere on my skin. I swallow roughly, hunting for words, but they fail me. I just nod, barely whispering out an I know. Then, he notches the head of his dick against me, pushes in, and it’s…everything.


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