Cease Fire (Blackbridge Security #9) Read Online Marie James

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Blackbridge Security Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
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“I’m not.”

I lift my eyes to his handsome face.

“Maybe you’ll sleep better tonight.”

“I sure hope not.”

I have to bite my lip to keep from smiling.

“You planning on staying up late again?”

I’m obsessed with the mischievous grin on his face. It’s the same one he had when I opened my legs for him for the first time last night.

“Do you want to stay up late with me?”

I nod my head, answering his question as my cheeks heat.

“Three hundred seconds,” he rasps.

I grin wider.

“Starting now, Jules. You have five minutes to get upstairs and get naked.”

I blink at him before it registers in my head what he’s saying, but when I do, I bolt for the elevator.

My heart is racing, fingers tapping on my thigh as I ride the elevator up to my room. I was afraid after insisting on what happened last night was just sex that he wouldn’t be interested in it happening more than once. Honestly, when I said the words, I didn’t expect more than one night, but my plan didn’t exactly happen like I needed last night. I’m grateful he’s suggested another go.

I growl in frustration when my keycard doesn’t work the first two times I slide it into the electronic reader, but give a little yip of joy when the light turns green on the third try and I gain access to my room.

He insisted on naked, and I plan to get very close to that, but the way his fingers felt on my skin when he reverently removed my bra last night has me keeping that and my panties on. I can picture the man growling and ripping the satin from my body, and since I need a little of that in my life, I purposely disobey him.

I freshen up in the bathroom, noting the blush already forming on my neck and breasts. Just the suggestion of another roll around in the bed with him has my arousal spiking. The man is wicked in the sack, and my body is already craving the orgasms I’m certain he’s going to give me.

And that piercing?

I take a deep breath, my heart rate a mile a minute at the memories. I’ve never in my thirty-five years of life hooked up with a pierced man. I have no doubt he’d be amazing without them, but those bars in his cock are like the cherry on top of a whipped-cream sundae.

The knock on my hotel room door comes quicker than I anticipated, and I have to take a deep breath to calm down a little before opening it. I may feel like a giddy schoolgirl about to realize all of her dreams, but I don’t want that desperation on full display.

“You’re not naked,” he says, his voice low and full of dark promises.

“I didn’t want to open the door nude,” I lie, putting my finger to my mouth and biting down on the tip of one fingernail.

It works like a charm because his eyes land on my mouth and stay locked there as he enters and closes the door.

“And if I said I’ll fuck you in the hallway as punishment?”

I swallow hard, every hair on my body standing on end with the idea.

“Fucking naughty,” he hisses as he recognizes that I’m not completely disgusted by the idea. “You want others to see me fucking you?”

He steps closer, and I release the finger in my mouth so I can brush my hand down the front of his shirt, mildly disappointed that he’s been here for thirty seconds and he’s still wearing clothes.

“I just want you fucking me. I’ll take it however you want to dish it out.”

A soft chuckle escapes his throat as his talented fingers sweep down my neck and over my collarbone. I may be becoming obsessed with his ability to be rough and gentle at a whim.

Swallowing hard, I blink up at him, waiting for him to give me instruction or even take what he needs. I wasn’t joking with my words. This man could probably convince me to ride his cock in the middle of the wedding tomorrow and I’d jump right on that pierced wonder of the world in a flash.

“What are you thinking?”

I shake my head, refusing to confess that he makes me feel completely powerless, and for some reason that doesn’t terrify me like it should. I can’t tell him that I’ve never been one to relinquish control in the bedroom but for some reason I trust him enough to go along with anything he wants. I know he’d never put me in any danger. I know that has so much to do with our personal connection, but thinking of how detrimental what we’re doing is, and how much backlash would come from it if we were discovered isn’t something I want to focus on. I’m not ignorant to the devastation we could cause, but I’m being selfish and taking something for myself.


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