The Good Guy Challenge (The Dating Games #2) Read Online Lauren Blakely

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: The Dating Games Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
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“And you’re a bratty girl,” I say, then grab the handle and yank open the door. “Out. Now.”

With a defiant stare, she rises, stands in front of me, and crosses her arms, pushing up those glorious tits.

Dear god.

She’s wearing the world’s shortest skirt, along with the universe’s sexiest heels.

“My guy won’t like that you called me bratty,” she taunts.

“You broke the speed limit, miss.” I step closer, drag my nose along her neck, inhaling her cherry blossom scent. It drives me wild. “Go around to the other side of the vehicle,” I tell her.

“What if I don’t want to? Will you put these on me?” She darts out with nimble fingers and grabs a pair of cuffs from my back pocket.

New ones. I bought them today. For her. And I fucking tremble as I picture putting them on her and then torturing her deliciously with my hands.

She dangles the cuffs in front of me, the temptress.

I snatch them from her. “Move. Now.”

“If you say so,” she says, then struts around the back of the car, shaking that perfect ass.

Desire claws at me. But we’re not even close to ending the scene yet. I fight off the cloud of lust, stalk around the back of the car, and come right up to her, my chest against hers, all of Los Angeles below us, the city lights twinkling in the distance.

But here on the side of the road, it’s quiet enough. Even though anyone could come by. What a rush. “Turn around, miss. Spread your legs.”

She whirls, reaches for the hem of her skirt, lifts it.

My skin sizzles. She’s wearing white lace panties that barely cover her luscious cheeks.

I want to bite that sweet ass.

But she’s so damn defiant. “I said…spread them,” I grit out.

She flashes her vixen gaze my way. “Make me, officer.”

Need swamps me. I step closer, between her legs, then kick her right foot. Then her left.

She gasps but doesn’t stumble as she widens her stance. My chest heaves with want. And my mind floods with understanding. I know why I want this fantasy.

I crave trust. Always have. It’s not only the foundation of my job—it’s the cornerstone of any relationship. That’s what I’ve seen from the people around me. The way they trust and depend on each other.

But now, I’m seeing trust in another light. A smoky, sexy light.

An after-dark one, with a woman who trusts me to test her, to push her, to take care of her.

Ellie trusts me so beautifully, which turns me on more than her beautiful body. Her trust in me thrills me to my bones.

And I intend to treat it like the gift it is. “You’re under arrest,” I command.

“Good,” she taunts.

I grab her wrists and yank them together. Hold them tightly in my grip. With my other hand, I snap on the cuffs. God, she looks stunning, at my mercy like this. Offering me her body. Her voice. And her beautiful, dirty mind. To do with what I will.

My skin heats with excitement.

“So this guy you were dying to see,” I say sternly as I lock the cuffs.

“Yes, officer?”

“You needed to drive that fast to see him?”

“He’s sexy and growly and ridiculously possessive,” she says in a sensual purr.

I jerk on the cuffs. “Does he give it to you good?”

She trembles. “He fucks me till I scream,” she whispers.

I growl, then slide my hands over the soft, tempting flesh of her ass, squeezing both cheeks. “Is that any way to talk to an officer of the law?”

“Maybe you should take me in for the night. Lock me up.”

That’s it. I’m about to snap with lust. I press my body to hers, my hard-on grinding against her ass. “You have the right to remain aroused,” I whisper hotly into her ear.

She arches against me.

“Anything you say can and will be used against you by me as I get you off,” I say.

“Play with my pussy, officer,” she says, going with our roles so perfectly. “Use your hand and make me come.”

I slide a palm between her thighs, gliding my fingers across the soaked panel of her panties.

She rocks against me, then pants, “Tease my clit, officer.”

She rocks and thrusts, and I glide my finger under the slippery lace and across her hot center. When I reach her clit, she drops her head back and groans.

Too loud.

Roughly, like she wants it, I clamp a hand over her mouth. She gasps. Arches. Seeks more of my hand. “This’ll teach you to obey the law,” I say as I stroke her sweet clit.

She writhes against my palm.

I go faster, following her cues, reading her pleasure.

This wicked thrill is everything.

She rocks shamelessly as I play with her wet pussy until she’s moaning and riding my hand.

I’m strung tight as I stroke her.

With a bitten-off groan, she comes, her whole body shaking beautifully.



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