All Night Long (Vegas After Dark #1) Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Vegas After Dark Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
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My gaze lands on the mirror situated in the corner of my room. I’m standing in my nude silk and lace bra and panties, lips still plump from Wylde’s kisses. The way he nipped at them, sucking them into his mouth, gaining entrance without me putting up a fight, plays on my mind. My fingers touch my mouth as I think about how I let my body take over my mind, much like I’m starting to do now. A vision of Wylde sliding the skirt of my dress up, wrenching my panties to the side invades my mind, of feeling his thick calloused fingers. They’re not being gentle; no, there’s nothing gentle about Wylde, and honestly, that’s not what I want, not what I desire. I need the gruffness, the no-bars-hold eroticism that he’s lit inside of me.

That’s probably why my fingers that were on my lips are moving, slowly, so slowly, teasing myself down the slope of my neck while my other hand reaches for the clasp situated between my breast, popping it open. The strapless design allows it float to the ground, leaving me standing in just my thong. I imagine Wylde behind me. It’s his hand cupping my breast, forefinger and thumb tugging on my nipple like I’m doing now, eyes fluttering closed, not wanting to lose the sensation that’s building inside of me. One of the most sensitive places on my body are my breasts. It doesn’t matter which part; it could be the underside or the slope, there’s something about it that has my core clenching, and adding the sweeping, pinching, and pulling on my nipple, I’m instantly on the verge of coming. My eyes pop open, the hand not on my breast slides towards my lower belly, creeping ever so slowly and softly, building up an inferno inside of me, further igniting the flame that kept me dangling off the ledge earlier tonight with Wylde. I so badly wish he weren’t my boss. If he weren’t, I’d have probably told him to forget about walking me to my car, forgetting all of my worries, and asked to be taken against the wall in the elevator. That’s why I’m taking care of my own gratification, dreaming up all the deliciously dirty things Wylde would be doing to me in a perfect world. My hands creep lower until I’m grazing the smooth skin, the tips of my fingers feeling the wetness that’s saturating the lips of my center. I so badly want to slide inside myself but know that if I taunt myself a bit more, the end result will leave me breathless, boneless, and maybe I’ll be able to sleep without waking up wet and achy.

“God, yes.” My middle finger drifts, poised right at the entrance, ready and willing to drive myself crazy at the thought that this could have potentially been Wylde’s fingers working my body into a fevered pace. My fingers becomes firmer with my nipple as I sink one finger inside my depths, pulling out only to add another one, knowing with just a few more strokes I’ll be ready to orgasm, and the way it’s building, it’ll be earth shattering.

“Wylde,” I moan into the empty room, somehow managing to keep my eyes open, looking at myself in the mirror, seeing the light sheen of sweat coating my body, knees locking tightly. It’s a wonder I’m still standing when the moment takes me away, practically sweeping me off my feet when my center clamps down tightly on my fingers. A whimper leaves me and lightning flashes behind my now closed eyelids. I’m unable to keep them open. I would have loved to watch my body fall apart, watching the effect take over my body. I know it would be a million times better if it were Wylde’s hands on my body, his chest against my back and his eyes watching what he does to me.

SEVEN

Wylde

“I can see why there was such a hurry for you to get downstairs. The hands-off comment makes even more sense now. And don’t worry, I cleared the video camera feed from the security side of the network and put it in your folder for only you to see,” Nico says as he’s walking into the garage. Probably leaving for the night to head home, lucky fucker.

“Thanks. If it weren’t for the transferring of funds, those cameras wouldn’t have been installed. Just the same, I’ll have to be careful from now on.” I don’t touch on the off-limits topic. He’s not an idiot. We’ve known each other for years. In our younger years, whoever saw the prettiest girl and wanted to make the first play, all it took was one word for the other to back away. Of course, none of it amounted to anything, much to our mothers’ chagrin. If they had it their way, we’d have been married by now, and our wives would be popping out kids left and right. It’s too bad neither of us were ready in our younger years. We are both still single, not looking to settle down even though I’m nearing forty and Nico is right behind me.



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