Big Bad Boys A Romance Collection - Penny Wylder Page 0,134

but enticing me to beg him for a kiss. “What you say means nothing, when your body tells me the truth.”

“Words are all that matter. Does it bother you when a woman rejects you?”

Holding my head up high, I challenge him. He thinks I can't resist him, he thinks he sees something in my movements. But what about him? Maybe he just doesn't like the word no?

“Honey, if this was about rejection, we wouldn't have hooked up the other night. Obviously, you're attracted to me, and I'm attracted to you.”

Using the tips of his fingers, he pushes the hair back out of my eyes and kisses my forehead. My eyes jump to the camera in the corner and Phade laughs.

“Don't worry, it doesn't work.” He runs the tips of his fingers across the waist of my skirt, slipping them under until they find skin. They move back and forth, slow, methodically, caressing in soft strokes.

Sucking in a ragged breath of air, my belly shakes as he moves lower. His hand slides down the outside of my thigh, then back up underneath my skirt. I'm trembling now, shaking so intensely I have to bite my lip to keep it still.

“Phade—” I mutter quietly, without any real force or demand.

“Yes,” he says, not as a question looking for an answer, but as confirmation. His fingers trace up my slit, peeling my panties away. “You're so fucking wet right now.”

“Phade—” I say his name again, only to lose the air in my lungs as he plunges a finger deep inside my pussy.

Buckling at my knees, he quickly wraps his arm around my waist and holds me in place. In and out, in and out, he fucks me with his finger. Leaning forward, he presses his hard cock against my thigh.

“Fuck, you're soaked. I love that,” he says quietly, his hand picking up pace.

He's breathing hard in my ear as he rubs my clit, massaging it vigorously. I can see a delirious haze coating his dark eyes. He's peering down at me, watching me intently, drinking up the way my body is folding for him.

A second finger spreads me wider, and he curls them both up inside. I spread my legs giving him more room, pushing open, my palms against the wall of the elevator. Slurping sounds fill the small space between us as he gyrates his hips. He twists his fingers, rubbing at a rough patch in my cunt and working it.

Is that my g-spot?

A wave of tingles rushes through my body, followed by another and another. I'm so close, almost at the edge, ready to open my arms and take that jump.

Suddenly, he's gone. The surge of adrenaline, the tingles and shakes, and waves of pleasure just disappear. I'm standing breathless, confused, my mouth hanging open and my pussy clenching air, searching for him.

“Wh. . . why'd you stop?”

“We're out of time.” Phade moves his fingers to his lips and sucks my arousal off, moaning as he licks them clean. “You taste incredible though.” Taking a hat out of his pocket, he puts it on, and places a pair of sunglasses over his eyes.

The bell dings and the doors spread open. Phade pushes his way out, grabbing my hand and taking me along as other people climb into the elevator. I feel like a mess. My body is on fire, my heart is racing, my skin is sweating, and I can't think straight.

I move with him in a daze through the lobby, his fingers curled tightly around my wrist. The same fingers he just had inside my body, still warm and damp. All I can think about is fucking him. Nothing else.

But as the fresh air hits my face, that fog starts to lift, and my body seems to settle. Phade walks with confidence, he doesn't seem flustered at all. He keeps his head forward, maneuvering through the bustling lobby with ease.

No one even looks twice at him, as if the hat and glasses really do change his appearance. He's Superman in his hidden identity, blending in with the rest of the world as if he's normal.

And for that brief second, I'm normal with him. We're nobodies in a sea of nobodies.

Two regular people walking hand in hand.

It all feels right.

Too right.

8

Sylvia

I'm standing next to Phade on the street. He has his face slightly buried in his chest, his hands in his pockets, and he's leaning against the metal pole.

Even right now, doing something as normal and boring as standing, he still