Going Too Far – Rosemary Beach Read Online Abbi Glines

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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
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I felt guilty for not showing him more. I’d promised I would, and then I’d just left. I was a jackass. “I’ll have to come hear it. There’s a backbeat I can show you.”

His eyes widened. “Really? That would be awesome.”

“Why don’t I call your mom? You two can come up tonight. We can play some, then watch a movie.” And there it was. I was going to do this. I wanted Brielle. I wanted all of her. Screw good decisions.

Cam’s face fell then, and I paused, not expecting that. Had Brielle said something about not seeing me again? Fuck that shit. I’d go see her sexy ass right now. We would clear that up real damn quick.

“We can’t tonight. We have a … thing,” he said, looking deflated.

What thing?

“How long will it last? You could come up after.”

I wanted her in my bed tonight. The guest bedroom was on the other side of the penthouse. It was all fixed up for Nate when he visited. Cam would like it. There was even one of those new game stations in there with a flat screen.

“It’ll be late. We are going to the eight o’clock movie,” he said.

“Movie in my theater is free. I’ll talk to your mom,” I assured him.

His shoulders rose and fell with another deep sigh. “Yeah, well, the movie we are going to is free too. Gavin’s paying for it.”

Gavin. The construction worker. What the fuck? My hands fisted at the idea of Brielle being near Gavin—or any man for that matter. Like hell was she going out with him tonight. She’d pay for even considering it. I’d spank her bare ass until it was bright red before I licked her pussy, then fucked her until we were both coming.

I stuck my helmet back on. “I’ll talk to your mom,” I told him again, unable to sit here any longer and let Brielle think she was going somewhere with another man.

I’d fucked her sore last night, and she was gonna go on a date with another man tonight?

I started the bike, then drove it unnecessarily fast into the garage, then parked it. Jumping off, I looked down at the seat where Brielle had been less than twenty-four hours ago and cursed again. Grabbing my phone from my jeans, I didn’t bother texting. I called her.

“Hello?” Her voice sounded unsure as she answered the phone.

“Come up here,” I said, trying hard to contain my anger.

“Excuse me?”

“Brielle, get your ass up to my place now, or I’ll come to you,” I said through clenched teeth.

She hesitated. “Okay,” she replied, then ended the call.

I punched the elevator button, then stepped inside as my cock thickened in my jeans. The damn thing knew she would be here in a minute, and it was excited. Damn her magic vagina and pretty blue eyes. I was too old for this shit.

When the elevator doors opened, I stalked into my penthouse and toward the entrance door, jerking it open just as Brielle stepped off the elevator. She paused and stared at me. She looked nervous. She should be nervous. She should be worried about her sweet little ass because I was going to spank it.

I stepped back and waved a hand for her to enter. She came to me reluctantly. I gripped the door handle hard to keep from reaching out and grabbing her.

Mine. That was mine. She wasn’t going to date the damn construction worker. He wasn’t going to get a taste of her pussy. I was claiming it like the goddamn caveman she’d turned me into.

I shut the door behind me with more force than I’d meant to, and Brielle jumped and spun around and looked at me with those big, innocent eyes. As if she hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Take off your shorts. Panties too,” I ordered.

“What?” she replied, taking a step back as I took one toward her.

“You heard me,” I said as she backed up again until her back hit the wall.

“Dean,” she began, and I put my finger over her mouth.

“Don’t talk. Just take off the shorts,” I demanded.

She swallowed hard but didn’t move. “Why?” she asked in a whisper.

I leaned down so close that our mouths were almost touching. “Because if I don’t spank your ass until you cry out, I’m going to start breaking shit,” I told her.

“Oh,” she whispered. “You’re angry.”

I tucked her hair behind her ear. “No. I am fucking furious,” I replied calmly. “Take off the shorts, Brielle.”

She still didn’t move.

Damn stubborn woman.

“Why do you want to hit me?” she asked.

“Spank. Not hit. It’s a spanking,” I corrected.

“Fine then. Why do you want to spank me?” she asked.

I reached down and slid my hand between her legs, and she gasped.

“Because this is my pussy. I shot my load into it. Over and over again. Yet you are going to let another man take you to a movie? Take off your shorts,” I repeated.



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