Dirty Secret Read Online Crystal Kaswell

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 103170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
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"Why not?" I ask.

"He likes to draw it out. Make her wait until she's begging."

"Oh."

"Sometimes he'll make her come. Draw out fucking her."

"How kind of him."

I laugh. "You object?"

"I don't know. I'd have to try it out and see how I feel."

Fuck me. "You haven't?"

"Haven't what?"

Fucked someone. Tell me you've never had anyone inside you. Never come for someone else. Never touched another man. "Drawn it out?"

"With someone else?"

My stomach churns. I shouldn't be jealous. I shouldn't care. I shouldn't keep asking her about sex. "Have you?"

"No." She takes a long sip. Looks at me carefully. "Have you?"

"I've tried it."

"And?"

"It can be fun, making a woman wait. And it can be fun, making a woman come until she can't take it anymore."

The image forms in my mind immediately.

Sienna, rolling the snug violet dress to her waist.

Me, pushing her knickers to her ankles. Ordering her to lie back on the bench and come on my face.

Her thighs against my cheeks.

Her fingers curling into my neck.

Her tugging at my suit jacket. Begging me to undress. Begging me to fuck her.

"Cam?" Her fingers brush my knee. "Should I give you a minute to finish?"

Fuck.

"The bathroom is around the corner. I won't tell anyone what you're doing."

"I wouldn't."

Her fingers brush my knee again. Then higher. Up my thigh.

I grab her wrist reflexively.

She lets out a soft gasp. One I recognize. Please, do that again. That rough. Rougher.

My hand looks good around her wrist. Right. Like it needs to stay there as I hold her arms over her head and fuck her.

I force myself to release her.

She pulls her hand to her lap.

Neither of us underline the implications. She was pushing me, touching me. And I gave my intent away, grabbing her like that.

What the fuck are we talking about?

Sex, you idiot. Are you trying to get in trouble? Or just desperate to destroy everything that matters?

"Do you need a different location?" Her voice drops. "Something more private?"

Say, my hotel room. Or your flat.

"I can tell Ian you left something at your hotel room."

"So I can head out to fuck myself?"

"Yes." Her eyes flit to my cock. Her tongue slides over her lips. "I…"

Whatever she's going to say, I can't handle hearing it. "Sienna—"

"No." She slides off her stool. "We have a deal. I won't flirt if you don't."

Yes.

Her fingers brush my thigh.

This time, I don't move them.

"I'll stop if you will. But I won't do this. I won't play this game where you ask if I like drawing out my orgasms then say my name in that tone that means 'no, we can't, how dare you go there.' It's one of the other. You want to fuck me or you don't. Which is it?"

Chapter Twenty

Cam

There's a correct answer here.

Two letters.

One word.

No.

Hell no.

No fucking way.

Maybe even I'm sorry, Sienna, but it's not possible.

It's the right thing to do. She's a teenager. Smart, resilient, stubborn, yes, but still young.

She needs someone capable of intimacy.

For her sake, I should say no.

But every molecule in my body screams yes.

I want her in every way. In any way.

I like her. I never liked anyone as much as I like her. Not anyone I've decided to fuck.

But I know how this goes. What happens after. How everything changes.

I try to find a response. Something better than no fucking way, but still clear cut, without any ambiguity.

And the resolve I need after, to stop flirting with her. I can't say no, I won't fuck you, but I'll keep asking how you fuck yourself.

I just can't stop myself either.

Her gaze flits to the entrance. Her smile widens.

For a moment, the question hanging in the air disappears. She's a girl at a bar, happy to see her sister.

And I'm a guy who loves her smile.

"Oh my god." Sienna waves to her sister and Ty. "How long were you two fucking?"

She's loud enough three tables look our way. The bartender too. He laughs how cute. Shoots me a look. Is she yours?

I nod reflexively.

Sienna races to meet her sister.

They embrace. Exchange a few jokes about Ty's outfit—a purple tie, again—and Indigo's short white dress.

"You look fancy. It's really going to clash with our tacky decorations." Sienna claps her hands together. "But uh… your brother and his girlfriend are going at it. So why don't you make sure they've stopped."

Indigo and Ty laugh. Exchange one of those if only she knew looks.

Sienna returns to the bar. The happy couple heads to the balcony.

"Can you bring the next round to us?" she asks the bartender. "Or should we wait?"

"Whatever you want, honey," the bartender says.

My shoulders tense.

She notices. Smiles at her victory. "Really? Whatever I want?"

"Anything."

"You won't judge me if I order straight liqueur?"

"Only if you mix different liqueurs."

"So no Blue Curacao and Creme de Violette?"

His nose scrunches in distaste. "That's so disgusting I'll be in awe of you for drinking it."



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