Big Bad Boys A Romance Collection - Penny Wylder Page 0,117

be able to control it.

Working my hand up my skirt, I slip it into my panties and start to massage my clit. I'm soaking wet, dripping to the point it's like a puddle between my legs.

Closing my eyes, Phade's face instantly jumps into my brain. The pad of my finger starts to swirl against my clit. I think about how his lips felt on mine when we were dancing, and how his finger felt as he slipped it inside my body.

My own finger slips in easily with that thought. Starting off slow, I move my finger in and out, up to the last knuckle and out to the very tip. Plunging back in, I turn one finger into two.

Faster and faster I finger myself, rubbing my clit as I pull out, applying more and more pressure and then driving back in. A fuzzy warm feeling spreads up my body, and across my stomach. Biting my lip hard, I drop my head back against the wall, and pinch my eyes tighter.

My pussy tightens around my fingers as the heat keeps moving, turning into tingles that liquify my insides. Moaning softly, I hold my fingers against my clit and let the orgasm work its way through my body.

The feeling fades away, and I'm left with this weird sensation I can't quite understand. I feel good and satisfied after giving myself that release, but I also feel betrayed by my own body.

I want to be in control of my body all the time, and with Phade, I feel like that control gets torn from my hands.

Opening my eyes, I look up at the ceiling and sigh.

I'm so screwed. Phade Manson is going to be my downfall.

5

Sylvia

After a long night of restless sleep with my mind running wild, I open my eyes, not knowing exactly how I'm going to get Phade to conform to the picture perfect version of the man Daniel wants to see.

Daniel wants something I might not be able to deliver.

Phade needs to behave, no more fighting unless he's in the ring. He needs to stop drinking and partying. He needs to stop hopping from bed to bed and settle down. And somehow, I have to pull that person out of this guy.

I have to take this version and make him something he's not.

How the hell am I going to do this?

Groaning, I roll onto my side and stare out the window. My step-father's thrown a wrench in my world. This isn't going to be easy.

Phade isn't a man who likes to take orders—he's a man who likes to give them. The problem I keep coming back to in my head is how the hell can I control him, when I can't control my own body around him?

The thought of Phade Manson makes my heart speed up and my pussy throbs. Every image when I close my eyes is of him taking control of me, of him working my body, and making me melt with just his touch.

Stop! Stop thinking about Phade the man and start thinking about Phade the fighter.

Phade the fighter isn't the guy that fucked me in the bathroom. He's not the man who touched me softly, making the hair stand up on my arms and my thighs quiver with need. Phade the fighter works for Daniel. Phade the fighter is my new project.

Fuck! Why can't this project be something easier? Clutching my head, I gently tug at the roots, and run my hands down my cheeks.

I know that he's going to test my limits. He already tried at the office yesterday, and I know he isn't going to stop there. He's a man who's used to getting what he wants.

Phade is more than just a mountain I need to conquer, he's a beast I need to tame.

Grabbing my phone off the nightstand, I check the time. It's five in the morning. I don't have to get up for another two hours, but I can't fall back asleep. I'm wide awake and no amount of tossing and turning is going to help.

Pushing up in bed, I decide to just head to work early. Maybe a little time looking over the plans will help me figure out the best way to approach Phade.

I don't think he truly realizes what's at stake here; his career, his money, his title—his name, all of it will be stripped from him as if it never existed to begin with.

That should be enough motivation.

Grabbing the first outfit I see, I put on a pin