Dirty Work: A Bad Boy Romance by Sophie Brooks Page A

frowned too, until I realized what he meant. It was strange … in all the time I’d wondered if he was seeing anyone, it hadn’t occurred to me that he might be wondering the same thing about me. “I’m still on the pill, and I haven’t been with anyone since you.” I didn’t ask him. I wanted to, but I didn’t. But he answered me anyway.
    “I haven’t been with anyone else, either,” he said, and I closed my eyes thankfully. It felt like the last ounce of tension from those long three months drained out of me at those words.  
    He climbed on the bed, and I bent my knees, legs spread. I wasn’t embarrassed anymore. I was open for him. I loved him. I wanted him.  
    “You ready for this, Red?”  
    “Make my fantasy come true,” I said, winking at him.  
    “Yeah?” he said, a wicked look crossing his face. “Should I invite a bunch of guys to sit in the next room and drink beer while I fuck you?”
      "Okay, maybe not that part,” I said, grinning. My grin quickly turned into a shriek as Jake grabbed my ankles and pushed my knees toward my shoulders. He slid the cold silver yardstick under my calves and took hold of it with a hand on either side of my legs, just like in the fantasy.  
    It felt so naughty. And Jake made it even more so with his wicked words. “Such a slut … folded in half, waiting for me to take you. Are you going to be a good slut for me, Red?”  
    I’d never understood how some things I’d slap him for saying outside of the bedroom turned me on so much inside of it. But his dirty words had me panting and moaning again, and he hadn’t even entered me yet.  
    “Please, Jake,” I begged.  
    “Please what? Take you? Fuck you? Fill you up?”  
    “All three,” I panted.  
    “With pleasure,” he said, adjusting his hips. I felt the hard, swollen head of his cock brush up and down my slit. I wanted him inside of me so badly, but I couldn’t move. My hands were spread wide and tied; I was doubled over. All I could do was wait and beg and plead with him to take me hard.  
    “C’mon, Jake, please … please take me …”  
    And then he did. With a powerful thrust of his hips, he pushed all the way in. God, it was so deep. This position was the deepest I’d ever felt.  
    “You’re so tight. You feel so fucking good,” he growled. After a three-month dry spell, no wonder I was tight. But I wasn’t dry now. He’d slid in so easily.  
    He held himself there another long moment, as he looked into my eyes. “Please,” I cried again.
    Then he began to thrust, and again, it wasn’t gentle, and again, I loved it. Folded in half, chained to the bed, being ridden by a wild man, and I loved every minute of it.
    “Please, harder!”  
    “You got it, Red,” he said, increasing his pace even more. He was still pinning me down with that yardstick, and he was watching my breasts bounce with every thrust. He’d never change in regard to that kind of thing, but I didn’t want him to.  
    I could barely breathe, it was so intense. Jake slammed into me, making my body rock across the bed. I opened my mouth wide, trying to draw enough breath. He was literally taking my breath away. It felt that good.  
    We were both getting close, and Jake moved his hand to the middle of the yardstick, pushing down, and his other hand reached between us. He managed to get the index finger of his other hand pressed against my clit without missing a thrust. Oh god, it felt incredible.  
    Within seconds, I was coming hard, my muscles clenching around his hard cock. I couldn’t talk, couldn’t breathe, but I wanted him to come, too. Moments later, he did, crying out as he spurted deep inside me. For a few moments our bodies jolted together, and then he collapsed on top of me.  
    I moaned as Jake pulled out of me. I wished he could stay inside of me forever. But I also wanted him to take me in his arms, and for that, he needed to uncuff me. He did so, still breathing as heavily as I was, and