During phone sex—because there’s LOTS of phone sex in this one. 😉
“Still with me, Oakley?”
“I’m here.” It was all she could manage to say without totally giving herself away.
“Are you wet for me?” he asked, shameless and bold. “Because I’m leaking for you. You should see how slippery the head of my cock is getting just thinking about you.”
God bless America. A rumble of need moved through her like a possessed freight train, gears that had long gone rusty coming to life and spinning too fast. She could see him there, fist around himself, thumb rubbing the fluid over the tip, making his erection glossy and flushed. Could imagine being there with him, lowering her head and swiping her tongue across that little slit. She could almost taste the salt of him. “This is such a bad idea.”
“My favorite kind.”
More phone sex and important testicular discussions…
She didn’t need to be told twice. “Tell me what you’re doing.”
“The ice is melting on my chest, making a mess, and I’ve got my fist around my dick with my other hand stroking my balls.”
“You like them played with?” she asked, her words choppy as she brought herself right to the edge of orgasm and held there.
“I do. I like it kind of rough. Squeezing, tugging, dragging your nails over them. When you suck me off, feel free to explore. Nothing’s off limits.”
She smiled even as her head tilted back, release hovering. “So sure I’m going to have your cock in my mouth one day, huh?”
“A boy can dream.”
Because knowing how to multitask is important. In the music studio…
He pushed her hair all to one side and nipped at her ear. “Sing for me, Oakley.”
Twining threads of need and adrenaline snaked down her body and wrapped around her mind, holding her spellbound. She didn’t know what song to pick so she sang the first thing that came into her head—“Wicked Game.” It’d been a song she’d slowed down and revamped when Pop Luck was planning on doing a cover album. But she’d left before that album had come out and her song had been cut.
So as Pike kissed down her neck, she sang about the world being on fire and how no one could save her but him. But when he stepped around her, all hungry eyes and dark looks, and opened the top buttons on her blouse, she couldn’t hear the words anymore. Her voice switched to autopilot as her body went up in flames.
“Don’t stop,” he whispered before kissing along her sternum and palming her breast.
She continued to sing but with him sliding his thumb over the lace of her bra and nuzzling the curve of her breast, she kept going, off key. Then he lowered to his knees.
On the joys of exhibitionism…
Pike rubbed his thumbs along the steering wheel, trying to keep calm and focused on the road. “You like the idea of that? That we could be discovered?”
She was quiet for a moment, her fingers idly stroking his abdomen, the scritch-scritch of her nails against the coarse hair erotic in and of itself. “In the right situation, I think it could be exciting.”
He filed that knowledge away. “If I had been there, I would’ve turned you around, pushed up your skirt, and pressed you against the door with one hand over your mouth to keep you quiet and one between your legs to make you come.”
And finally, a little game of force…
“Tell me. No filters tonight. No judgment.”
She couldn’t break the eye contact. Her heart hammered, her palms went sweaty. But Pike’s steady gaze and command had her good sense falling into the fog somewhere. “I was going to say maybe you should make me.”
Desire flashed over his features like a starving man who’d had a steak waved in front of him, but his expression went instantly wary. “That’s an intense game, baby. Be careful. Might not want to jump into the deep end right away.”
“Have you played it before?” she asked, honestly curious.
He considered her carefully. “I’ve watched other people play it. Haven’t done it myself.”
She smirked. “Women can’t even fake resisting you?”
The tilt of his mouth went wry. “Smartass.”
That’s it from me, but I promise there’s lot more dirtiness in the book. Hope you enjoy Pike! : )
Oakley Easton wants two things: to be a good mom to her daughter and to ditch her less than ideal night job. Hooking up with bad boy drummer Pike Ryland? Not on the agenda. She needs a promotion. Not sex, tattoos and rock ’n’ roll.
Pike isn’t about to let Ms. Prim and Proper shut him down so easily, especially when he stumbles upon Oakley’s sexy night job. She’s only playing a role on those late night calls with strangers, but when he gets her on the line, all bets are off. He won’t stop until that sultry voice is calling his name for real.
But as they move from anonymous fantasies in the dark to the flesh-on-hot-flesh reality of the bedroom, the risk of falling in love becomes all too high. And the safe, quiet world that Oakley’s worked so hard to create is about to be exposed to the one person who could ruin it all.