Seducing My Guardian (A Touch of Taboo #4) Read Online Katee Robert

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: A Touch of Taboo Series by Katee Robert
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Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
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I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want to that tight little body of yours.

Will he be rough? Fuck, I hope so. I want to be fucked, put in my place, maybe degraded the tiniest bit. Everyone treats me like I’m this golden princess, untouchable and meant to be put on a pedestal.

Devan won’t hesitate. I’m certain of it.

But… Just in case…

I straighten and move to my clutch—to my phone. If he’s going to leave me in agony waiting for him, it’s only fair to spread a little of that agony around. I consider my options and then lay on the bed on my back. The lighting creates a soft, intimate image of my body on my phone. I angle it carefully, and turn the video on.

A slow pan across my mouth, down my chest to where my nipples are clearly visible through the sheer red lace. I catch the edge of the fabric and tug it down just enough to see the edge of one before I continue the path south over my body, following my hand with the camera. It’s a little awkward, but I’m a fucking professional and I give exceedingly good sexy selfies.

I skim over the garters and create a V with my fingers, framing my pussy, my slit clearly visible through the panties, for a long moment before I end the video.

I’ve had Devan’s number for years, but the only text exchange we’ve ever had was after my twenty-first birthday when I cussed him out for stopping me mid-threesome. The memory makes me smile a little, especially when I skim back over the texts. I was so furious, and only partially because of an aborted orgasm from the girl going down on me.

The last text makes me laugh a little.

Me: You owe me a goddamned orgasm, Devan. I mean it.

He never responded, of course. And when I sobered up the next day, I spent several hours debating whether I should apologize or just pretend it never happened.

Now, I really hope there’s an orgasm—many orgasms—in my future. I bite my bottom lip and send the video to him. Once it shows as delivered, I silence my phone, drop it onto the chair next to my clutch, and resume my position on the bed.

It’s not long before a sound catches my attention. The beep of the keycard in the hotel room door. The soft sound of it opening. The heavier tread that I recognize down to my very soul.

Devan is here.

Chapter 5

I hold perfectly still as I listen to him walk through the hotel suite. He’s not moving quickly, but he’s also not meandering, either. A few seconds later, he stops in the doorway of the bedroom. I don’t twist to look at him, don’t do anything but hold my breath.

“Look at you,” Devan murmurs. “Apparently you can follow simple orders.”

My eyes snap open. I’m not sure when I closed them. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” A step, and then another.

I turn my head and watch him in the reflection. Devan slowly shrugs out of his jacket, his gaze pinned on my ass. He tosses the jacket onto one of the two chairs situated next to the bed. He slides out of his shoes and kicks them aside. I press my lips together against the demand that he strip further, that he expose himself the same way I’m exposing myself right now.

The way I did in that video I sent him.

“Did you like my text?” The question pops out before I can think better of voicing it.

Devan doesn’t move closer. “You wanted that little tease of a video to have me sprinting up here and fucking you like an animal.” He slowly pulls off his sweater, and then the T-shirt below it.

Devan McGuire is shirtless in my hotel room.

I worry my bottom lip even as I have to concentrate to keep my legs spread instead of pressing them together in response to the sight that greets me in the reflection. He’s so big. Barrel chest, solid thick stomach, biceps that scream so much strength, it makes me weak in the knees.

He finally closes the distance between us and presses his fingertips to the small bit of skin exposed between the back of my garter belt and the top of my panties. “This might come as a surprise to a little brat like you, but you’re not in charge here, Hazel. I am.”

My heart flutters strongly enough to be alarming. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying you’ve been a hellion for nine long years, and it’s time someone put you in your place.”

Yes, yes, yes. “I’d like to see you try.”

His low chuckle has things clenching low in my body. “Trust me, I’m going to do more than try.” He drifts his fingers lightly over the lace of my panties, down the center of my ass and shifting to the side before he reaches where I desperately need him. I make a sound of protest and push back against his touch.



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