Authors: Riley Murphy
She finished that little soliloquy with a sexy-as-hell purr that had his cock just as she described it. Long and very, very hard. “On your knees, angel.”
“No can do.” This she said in a regular tone of voice. What the hell? “Ted’s at the door making silly faces through the glass.”
He turned and sure enough, T was there with half his face squashed up against the slim rectangular glass. No doubt this was the guy’s chosen form of retribution for making him spend so much cash. Cock-blocker extraordinaire
David let go of her with a sigh, and stepped back. There’d be no messing with her now. And his cock ached like a motherfucker. He used his hand to shift his bulk to a better position when he caught sight of her grinning.
“Lacy, how long was T standing there being an asshole?”
She pursed her lips as if deeply contemplating and then said, “From when you ordered me to beg. I would have told you then, but I didn’t want to disobey your order. I know how you hate that.”
And she was fucking with him again. “Lacy.”
He cupped her chin and lowered his tone as he ordered, “Fall for me.”
He caught hold of her when she swayed.
“How-how do you do that?”
“Do what?” He put his arm around her and led her to the door. “Make you come with just a phrase?”
“I’d be less concerned with how and more worried with the why.”
“What do you mean?”
“This is one of those ‘the reward is punishment’ moments. Think about it.” Pausing before he unlocked the door, he said, “I know I have, and I’m thinking your ‘bratting’ days are over.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Who said anything about being fair?”
“Hm. This ought to make for an interesting visit when your family arrives next week.”
Stepping back he speculatively eyed her. “Why? No bratting and there won’t be a problem.” He recognized that look. “Lacy.”
“What?” She innocently blinked up at him. “Don’t look so nervous. I’ll make it fun.”
Did she wink? She did. She fucking winked at him and all he could do is watch her pert little ass sway as she sauntered out the door. Suddenly he was dying to get her home. But before he did…
“Lacy?” he called.
She turned, no doubt thinking she had the upper hand at the moment. “Yes?”
He didn’t even close the distance between them when he silkily ordered, “Fall for me.”
Watching her slight tremble as she licked her lips and tried not to let her eyes roll back in her head, was something to see. But then she took a deep breath, straightened her shoulders and came right back to him. Pressing herself up against him, she leaned up on tip-toe, and whispered in his ear, “I am so wet. Just for you. Aching. In need of your cock inside me now. Oh, God. Oh, yes. So wet.”
The way she breathed those words had him reaching behind looking for the knob on the door handle. He was going to get her back in that room and fuck her brains—
“Got sidetracked for a minute there.” Ted slapped him on the back and Lacy stepped out of his reach with devious a grin on her face.
“You know? It’s much better this way. Where the reward is followed by the punishment. Think about it.”
He would until he got his brat home. Then she’d be the one forced to do all the thinking. Counting. Gasping. Begging.
He always believed he was a patient man, but the visual of what was to come had him so hard he couldn’t wait until they got back to the house. An hour and half later when they got into the limo, he leaned back in his seat, spread his legs, and whispered, “On your knees. I want you to wrap your lips around my cock until we get home.”
She sank down between his thighs without complaint.
“That’s right, angel. Nice and tight. Very good.”
When he heard her satisfied sigh, he let his head fall back and closed his eyes. A minute later as she purred, he fisted a hand in her hair and realized this form of punishment was a reward for both of them.
About The Author
I write sexy, humorous and emotional romances where a happy ending is guaranteed. An optimist, I believe life is awesome, people are complicated, but in a good way, and we should never stop learning. I live in Florida with my gorgeous husband. I have two wonderful kids and one very bossy English Bull terrier. When I’m not writing I enjoy reading, oil painting and getting to the Sunday crossword puzzle before anyone else does, so I can look smart by fill-in all the easy answers first. If I wasn’t a writer I’d be an international spy with top-level security so I could have a peek at Area 51 and decide for myself if those green guys are for real. Failing that I’d go with chicken sexer.
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Other Works By Riley Murphy
Stare Me Down (A Stare Down Novel #1)
White Lie Christmas
Coming in 2014:
Love Of My Every Lifetime (An Embrace Your Soul Novel #2)
Stare Her Down (A Stare Down Novel #2)
Love Of My Only Lifetime (An Embrace Your Soul Novel #3)
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