Big Bad Boys A Romance Collection - Penny Wylder Page 0,98

too loud for anyone to hear unless their ear is up against the door. Maybe not even then.

Her pussy shudders around me. I’ve grown familiar enough with her body to know what that means. She’s close. I move my fingers faster against her clit. Her eyes roll in the back of her head. Her entire body starts to shake.

“That’s it, let go,” I tell her.

I pull her closer to me and suck one of her hard nipples into my mouth. That does it. That sends her over the edge. She throws her head back. Her lungs open and she lets out a strangled cry as her orgasm destroys her.

“Oh, God, you’re amazing,” she says.

I lick the space between her breasts, and run my rough hands over the smooth globes of her ass cheeks. I tilt my head back and look up at her. The light above her casts her face in a shadow. All I can see is the gleam of her bright eyes.

“Not nearly as amazing as you, my love.”

We get dressed. There’s an obvious wet spot on Cadie’s leotard. She finds a skirt on one of the costume racks and giggles as she puts it on.

“Look what you did to me,” she says.

I cup her ass and give it a good squeeze. “I’ll do a whole lot more than that once I get you home.” I still have some fight left in me. I could go another round or two.

She bites her lip and looks up at me with those big stormy eyes, hungry for more. “Let’s hurry home.”

“If we can get through the crowd of fans,” I say.

Her smile falters. “I’m sure there aren’t that many. You’re just biased.” Fear draws her eyebrows together. “What if critics hate it? What if this show is my last?”

“It’s not,” I assure her. “Everyone loves you.”

If only she knew just how amazing she truly is. I hold her face in my hands and stare into her eyes. “People adore you. I was in the crowd. I saw their faces, their expressions, their tears. You are loved by everyone—by me, most of all.”

I kiss her. “Now, try not to forget about the little people on your way to the top.”

She rolls her eyes and takes my hand.

We leave the stage, but we don’t get far. We’re bombarded by hordes of fans, just like I told her. She looks startled by the attention at first, but then starts to relax. She looks up at me with a smile so big it forces her eyes closed. I shrug as if to say, I told you so.

They beg for autographs and selfies. She’s offered business cards and other jobs. They fawn over her like the star that she is.

I stand by and watch as she meets new people and signs autographs. Little girls look up at her with stars in their eyes. She’s their idol. If the lights were out, I swear she’d continue to shine.

For a while, after meeting Cadie, I regretted my past as the Bed Shaker. I was ashamed. Surrounded by forgettable faces, the stalkers, the awkward trysts, the lonely nights, the void I was trying to fill through meaningless sex. But I can’t regret it anymore. If I hadn’t been the Bed Shaker, Cadie’s friend never would have given her my number, and we never would have met. I wouldn’t change any of it for the world. It all led me to the girl of my dreams and the love of my life.

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Contents

1. Phade

2. Sylvia

3. Phade

4. Sylvia

5. Sylvia

6. Phade

7. Sylvia

8. Sylvia

9. Sylvia

10. Sylvia

11. Phade

12. Sylvia

13. Phade

14. Sylvia

15. Sylvia

16. Phade

17. Sylvia

18. Phade

Epilogue

1

Phade

“You ready?” Stone asks as I'm climbing into the back of the limo.

There's no need for me to make eye contact with him to know he's more than ready to go out tonight. I can smell his excitement.

His cologne is thick and heavy, the same cologne he's worn since we were sixteen years old and he was trying to get laid. It's filling the limo with a musky, outdoor scent.

Taking