Dirty Secret Read Online Crystal Kaswell

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 103170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
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I don't usually imagine her in silk. Sienna is an athlete. She lives in comfortable, sturdy fabrics, not ones that need dry cleaning.

But the sight of the smooth top clinging to her tits sends my senses into overdrive.

I'm already on edge. I need her so fucking badly, need this so fucking badly.

How the fuck am I going to stay in control?

How can I do anything but give her what she wants?

She turns the corner, moves straight to my office—it's the only one with a light on—stops in front of the door.

She looks at me through the glass walls.

I nod come in.

She turns the knob and presses the door closed behind her. "Cam." Her breath hitches as she leans against the glass. "Hi."

"You're early."

"Is that a problem?"

"No." Maybe one day I'll make it a threat. Show up at two on the dot or I'll punish you. Maybe one day I'll pull her over my lap and spank her.

It's fucking tempting.

But not today.

A voice in my head reminds me we only have today, but I push it aside. I don't want to be stuck in my fucked-up past or imagining a future without her.

I want to be here, with Sienna, in this beautiful moment.

Teasing her.

Torturing her.

Making her come.

"You changed." I stand. Check my desk one more time. It's set up for this. For her.

She looks up at me. "Was I not supposed to?"

"Did I buy you that?"

"No." Her chest rises with her inhale. The silk clings to her nipples. She's keyed up too. She's on the edge too. "I bought it when I was shopping with Indie. I don't remember."

"You like silk?"

"I've never worn it before." Her fingers curl into the glass. "Do you like it?"

"You care if I like it?"

She nods. "I want to drive you crazy."

"You do."

"Right now?" Her eyes fix on mine.

I move around the desk. Lean against the sturdy cherry surface. Motion come here.

She moves with soft steps. She's nervous.

Should I use that to push her? Or should I ease her into this?

I try to be careful with women, to set limits, find theirs, make sure we're both clear on what's happening.

I don't want to fuck them up.

But I don't want them enough for it to cloud my judgment.

With Sienna—

I can't tell where I'm reading her and where I'm letting my desire overwhelm me.

I want her so fucking badly.

She crosses the space. Stands there, so fucking close to touching me, but so far too.

She's in a different pair of shoes. One that brings us eye to eye. And her hazel eyes are filled with a beautiful mix of desire, need, nerves, trust, affection.

I wrap my hand around her wrist gently. "This is what you do to me, sweetness." Slowly, I bring her hand to my cock.

Over my slacks.

She gasps as she curls her hand around me.

I test her by tightening my grip.

She lets out a soft groan. This is what she wants. Rough.

I want to give it to her.

I want to give her everything.

"You think you can get away with that?" I bring my hand to her cheek. Run my thumb over her temple.

Her expression gets hazy.

"You think you can tempt me like this?" I run my thumb over her chin. "And not give me what I want?"

"What do you want?"

I pull her body into mine, so she's pressed against my hard-on.

Her hips rock against me.

I pull her closer.

She gasps.

"You think you know what you're getting into?" I catch her bottom lip with my thumb. "You have no fucking idea."

She wraps her lips around the pad of my thumb, sucks hard, releases me. She's daring me.

Daring me to test her limits.

This is what she wants.

And I'm going to give it to her.

"I want to know." She looks up at me, proud and defiant. "I want everything you'll give me."

I bring my hand to her chest, pressing the smooth silk against her hard nipple. "You followed my orders?

She nods.

"Good girl," I purr.

She lets out a soft groan.

I toy with her, running my fingers over the smooth fabric. Slow circles to start. Then faster.

Harder.

Softer.

There. She shudders. Grabs onto my suit jacket. "Fuck."

I hold her body against mine with one hand. Use the other to toy with her. Again and again, until she's shaking.

Then I move to her other breast and I tease her mercilessly.

Her eyes close. Her breath hitches. Her fingers dig into my jacket.

Finally, I push the straps off her shoulders.

The loose top falls to her hips, then off them, all the way to the ground.

She kicks it aside. Looks at me with that same proud posture. She's not patient, but she's willing to wait, just to prove she can.

I bring my hand to her cheek again, and I trace a line down her chin. Slowly, I run my fingers down her neck, over her collarbones, between her breasts.

She shudders as my fingers brush her stomach.



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