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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The waist of her jeans.

I undo the button and the zipper, peel the denim just enough to check she's not wearing knickers.

She groans as I press my palm against her, over the denim. Again, I rub her through the material.

I rub her until her groans run together.

Until need fills her expression. Then impatience.

She hates waiting, but she loves it too, and she's not about to let me win the war of patience.

Of course, this is how I win. By having her exactly where I want her.

Giving her exactly what she wants.

Am I this far out of my fucking mind?

I haven't done this in a decade and a half. No matter how drunk and stupid I was, I always used a rubber.

Always.

And now—

Fuck, the thought of her flesh against mine threatens to derail me.

Soon.

But not yet.

Exactly like she wants.

I slip my leg between hers, bring my hands to her ass, pull her body over mine, so my thigh rubs against her cunt.

The denim and slacks in the way, but close. Really fucking close.

Her eyes flutter closed.

Her fingers curl into her palms.

She looks so beautiful on the edge, but I need more. I need everything.

I toy with her again and again, then I push off the table, pull her into my arms, swap our positions.

So she's against the desk and I'm in front of her.

Sienna stares at me for a second, then her eyes flutter closed, and she moves closer.

Almost all the way to kissing me, but not quite.

I leave her there for a moment, then I bring my hand to the back of her head, and I pull her into a hard, deep kiss.

I rock my hips, pinning her to the desk as I claim her mouth. She tastes so fucking good, like sugar and Sienna.

She pulls back with a sigh.

"Stay where you are." I pin her with my hips as I do away with my suit jacket.

My red tie.

She looks up at me expectantly, like she's not sure if she wants to ask me to take the rest of my clothes off or fuck her now or bind her wrists.

All of the above maybe.

But first, this.

I leave the tie on the desk, take her hand, bring it to my chest, to the first button on my shirt.

She slides onto the desk, looks up at me as she undoes the buttons, one at a time.

Her fingers brush my shoulder, collarbone, chest. "I've wanted to touch you for so long." She traces the lines of the broken heart tattooed to my chest. "I haven't seen this. It's beautiful."

She moves slowly, all intimacy, all tenderness.

Not the rough scene I imagined.

Soft and sweet, like she's desperate for every part of me.

Fuck. My eyes flutter closed as she runs her fingers over my skin.

She explores me slowly, like she's trying to savor every single sensation, like she's lost in the feeling of my skin against hers.

Or maybe that's me.

The intimacy of her touch overwhelms me.

It's been a long time since anyone has handled me this way. I've been with plenty of women, women who wanted me, who touched me.

But never like this.

Not even close to this.

"Can I?" Her voice is just as soft and yielding. "Cam?" Her fingers brush my shirt. "Can I?"

She wants to take it off.

I'm not sure I can handle it, but I nod anyway.

She pushes it off my shoulders. I let it fall to the ground, behind me.

I bring my hand to her cheek, stare into her eyes one more time, soak up this moment of intimacy.

Then I give her what she needs.

I take her hands, curl them around the desk. "Keep them there."

She nods.

I push her jeans to her ankles. I bend, peel the fabric from her feet.

So she's sitting on the desk, completely naked.

Fuck, I want to capture this image, stay with it forever. But I need more. I need all of her.

"Lie back."

She looks up at me, all that desire in her gorgeous hazel eyes.

"Spread your legs."

She does.

I slip two fingers inside her. She's already wet, but I push deeper, to make sure she's ready.

A little harder.

A little deeper.

Her eyes flutter closed. Her head falls to one side.

I work her one more time, then I raise her legs, hold them against my chest.

She's not bound, but she's at my mercy.

I look down at her. "Hands stay on the desk. Or I stop."

She nods with understanding.

I unzip my slacks. Let them fall to my ankles.

Then I bring our bodies together.

Closer.

Closer.

She groans as my cock brushes her cunt. "Fuck, Cam."

The last hint of stubbornness disappears from her expression. She doesn't care about winning or outlasting me or proving she's patient.

Only about our bodies joining.

"Fuck me." Her fingers dig into the desk. "Please."

I push into her slowly, savoring every sweet second.

She feels so fucking good. Soft and warm and mine.

Nothing in the way.



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