Page 10 of The Best Kind of Bad

Pulling this beautiful woman into Tia’s office, I lock the door behind us. I turn back to her, not quite sure where to go from here. Normally, I take the lead with complete confidence. Sex happens to be one of my few strong suits.

But something’s different about this. It feels like all the experiences before were just watered-down versions. Whatever this is between us burns and crackles.

She tilts her head up towards me, looking unsure for the first time. “Is it okay to be in here?”

I grin. “If they ask, we’ll tell them we were guarding the safe.”

She glances over at the safe in the corner and a nervous laugh slips off her lips.

I can’t have her doubting me. Sweeping forward, I take her in my arms and tilt my mouth over hers.

It’s like settling back into a perfect hot spring. Our bodies ease together, fitting, like they know what to do if only our heads could get out of the way.

My hands slip under the back of her shirt, fingers stretching across that soft, smooth skin. My thumb drags along the dip of her spine, feeling the curve of her body. She sucks my lower lip into her mouth, leaning into my hands. I love how pliant she is, and I want to see what she’s wearing under this soft t-shirt. Hooking my fingers under the hem, I tug it over her head, admiring the way her belly button stretches when her arms are overhead. Her hair falls back down around her shoulders, cascading over a dark red lace bra. I’m enamored, my rough hands smooth over her soft skin.

She tugs impatiently at my shirt, and I pull back long enough to tear it over my head. Her gaze drags over my chest, lips parting slightly. That reaction, from such a beautiful creature, stokes my ego like none other.

Her eyes darken with something like desire. Her fingers drag across the hills and valleys of my abs and she’s lowering to her knees. I catch her elbow and stop her with a gentle shake of my head. “I’m too sweaty.”

Her lips quirk into a half smile. She rises, dragging her tongue along the center of my abs. When she gets to my chest, she breathes me in, nipping me with her teeth.

It’s a sharp little bite, and it’s like she’s given me an electric shock. My hips automatically thrust against her. She’s waking the beast.

At the end of the day, I’m not a nice guy. I just play one for anyone who’s looking.

Deep down, there’s something darker there, roots that spring from one shady-ass family tree. Impulses I usually have no issue tamping down.

But I’m never that invested. In anything, really.

I learned a long time ago that it’s not good to set your heart on something.

But this woman is unearthing a greed in me. A primal desire.

I should stop now. Get the hell out of here before I show her more than I intended. Before she lights a false hope in me.

But my fate was sealed from the moment I walked into the bar.

No turning back now.

8.

Marnie

I bit him harder than I intended, and yet, I was still holding back.

Glancing up at him, I’m almost bowled over by the dark desire I see there. This polite country boy has a darker side.

And I like it.

He walks forward, forcing me to take steps back towards the desk. “Naughty girl.”

Grabbing me just under my ass, he lifts me to the desk and drags my skirt up over my thighs. His fingers dimple my flesh as they crawl along my thighs, pushing my skirt higher until he’s got it up over my hips. He stops to admire my panties. They’re nothing special. Just black cotton, but his fingers slip over my center like he’s touching the finest silk. He tugs the waistband down, lowering himself so that he can study my daisy tattoo. He leans forward, pressing his lips to the ink. His scruffy chin scrapes along my hip and his tongue dips along the inked flower, making my pussy clench with need. I grip the edge of the desk with one hand, the other tangles in his soft hair. He nips and licks at my belly, just along the curve of my pelvis. My hips squirm under his teasing touch. “I want younow.”

He glances up at me with dark eyes. Funny. They looked gray earlier when we were talking, but now they’re damn near black. His thumb swipes across my center and I arch my hips into his touch. “Please.”

He sucks a sharp breath in, rising quickly to his feet. His hips press against mine and I work on his zipper while he pulls a condom out of his wallet. Parting his jeans, I pause briefly to admire the perfect vee of his abs as they disappear into his boxers. He reaches down, pulling himself out. A tremble works its way down my spine at the sight of that long, hard cock. He slips the condom on in one practiced move, drawing closer. Dragging my panties to the side, he lets his thumb slide down my center. I’ve been thinking about fucking this guy since he walked in, so I’m more than ready for him.

He nudges his tip between my folds, moving his hands to cup my jaw. His lips press against mine as he eases into me. He’s hard and big and stretching me in the best possible way. Gently sliding his tongue against mine, his hips match the same languid pace, delving forward at a glacial pace. It’s sweet torture. And on another night, if I was in a different mood, it would be pretty delicious.

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