Bad Boy Secrets Read Free Page B

six o’clock. 
                  “Fuck,” he said on a hiss. 
                  “Yes, please,” she replied with a cheeky grin. 
                  There was only so much a man could take, and Reed had gone far beyond his limits.  The memory of how she’d looked when he’d stripped the clothes from her body the other night had nearly driven him crazy.  He’d jacked himself off more since that night than he had as a horny teenager.  Even drunk and sick, she’d lit a fire in him.  And now she was offering herself up to him like a sweet treat.  The intensity of his desire both surprised and unsettled him, but not enough to make him stop.  There were certain urges that he had to keep in check, things that he wasn’t quite ready to share with her, if ever, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t take what she offered.
                  “You better be damned sure about this,” he said, his hand sliding into the cascade of her flame hair, gripping it tightly, as if he meant to never let her go. 
                  Cass shivered at his touch and at his roughened voice.  When his fingers tightened in her hair, tugging her head back, she arched her neck and bit back a moan of pleasure.  She could feel the heat and power of his body as he pressed closer to her.   Meeting his gaze,  she saw the challenge there and issued one of her own in return, “I’m not the one hesitating, counselor.”
                  He muttered something in response that might have been ‘witch’.  Cass smiled, but that smile faded as his lips settled over hers.  Firm, demanding, and undeniably hot, the kiss simply melted her.  Heat suffused her, instantaneous and overwhelming.  Her hands came up of their own volition, clasping his strong shoulders.  His skin was hot to the touch and smooth beneath her hands.  Unable to resist, she allowed her palms to coast over his shoulders and up to his neck, holding him to her.  Of course, she hadn’t anticipated that she would respond to him that way, or that he would be so masterful.  As his lips played over hers, his teeth nipping at her lower lip, the scrape of his whiskers on her skin was the sweetest torture. 
                  Pulling his lips from hers, he said, “Christ, you taste like sin.”
                  “Then let me lead you into temptation,” she replied, parting her thighs and tugging his belt so that his hips were cradled against hers.  The hard ridge of his cock pressed against her and she arched against him.  His hands settled on her hips, holding her still. 
                  “Oh, no... You started this, Cass, but we’ll finish it on my terms, and I have no intention of hurrying.”  He whispered the warning against the delicate skin of her throat, just above her collar bone.  It was accompanied by soft kisses followed by the stinging scrape of his teeth.  The abraded flesh was then soothed by the sensual glide of his tongue.  It was slow, each movement designed to tease and torment, to build the fire that was burning in her. 
                  “You’re killing me,” she said on a gasp. 
                  “Payback,” he said, “Those short skirts and high heels of yours have had me walking around with a permanent hard on for months.”
                  Cass smiled, deciding to up the stakes.  “It’s a very short skirt, Reed, and all I have on under it is a teeny, little thong.  Nothing to stop you at all from just tugging that little scrap of satin aside...I’m so wet for you.  Think how good it will feel... sliding your cock inside me, all wet and warm and waiting for you.”
                  Just hearing her say the words had cum leaking from the tip of his cock.  He’d be damned if he’d blow it when he’d waited for so long.  Shoving the files from his desk he laid her back, but rather than