Dirty Secret: A Bad Boy Romance (Bluefield Bad Boys Book 3) by Tess Oliver

“where the hell have you been all my life?” I moved against his mouth, urging him to press harder and go deeper. He knew exactly what I was asking and obliged. I lifted my hips to feel the pressure of his mouth and tongue, and all the while, his thumbs and fingers penetrated and teased. Seconds later, my entire body was barreling toward a mind-bending orgasm.
    “Yes! Fuck yes!” I cried as I clamped my thighs tight. My pussy convulsed around his mouth. I worked to catch my breath and my pulse pounded in my ears as the shuddering waves slowly peeled away.
    Dawson sat up from between my thighs as he reached for the condom he’d placed on the nightstand. I stretched to regain my strength and composure.
    He watched with keen interest as I rolled over. I lifted up to my hands and knees. I jutted my bottom high in the air and winked at him over my shoulder. “Yes or no?” I asked.
    “It’s like every damn wet dream I’ve ever had is coming true right here in this fucking bed.” He reached over and spanked my ass.
    I gasped, pretending to be shocked.
    “Sorry, but that sweet pixie ass was just begging for it.”
    “In that case—” I wiggled my butt, and he indulged me with another spank. The warm sting of his hand remained on my bare skin as he scooted behind me. The bed creaked and lurched side to side as he settled in place. He leaned down and ran his tongue over my naked bottom, taking time to tease the puckered hole with a wet finger before he grabbed my hips and thrust his cock inside of me.
    I gripped the sheets for support. A long, low moan fell from my lips as I pressed my face against the pillow. His long thick erection nearly tore me apart as he moved hard and fast against me, reaching places I didn’t know existed.
    Dawson was a great lover. I didn’t have to tell him what I needed. He knew instinctively. He held me steady with one hand, thrusting forward as I rocked back to meet his thrusts. His free hand slid around and between my legs where he strummed a magical tune on my clit with his thumb. A second orgasm was always harder to reach, especially after earth shattering oral sex, but I felt my body bunching up, tightening into a ball, heading toward ecstasy again. With the way Dawson filled me, each time causing my pussy to contract around him, milking him to the end, it was easy to lose myself into that hazy world where the only things that mattered were the sensations happening between my legs.
    With just a little more intimate attention to my clit, my pussy tightened and exploded as I came. Dawson jammed himself in deep and held me against him as he climaxed simultaneously.
    I collapsed against the mattress, and he lowered himself down next to me, his ragged breathing slowing to normal.
    “Got to love these restful vacations,” he growled as he reached over and pulled me to him.
    “You are something else.” I cuddled closer to him. “And you’re really warm. I could get used to being tucked in with you.”
    “I could get used to this too, Pixie.”

Chapter 15
    Lenix
    There was nothing better than a big, dreamy looking guy sleeping. Dawson’s long, dark lashes lent a sort of innocent, youngish quality to his incredible hunkiness. His big, ink covered arms were in stark contrast to the crisp white sheets and pillow. It was hard to draw my gaze and myself away from him.
    He barely stirred as I slipped out from under the covers and got dressed.
    I’d had a few unplanned one night stands with men, guys who were usually in the music industry or some part of the entertainment world. In my mind, I always knew when it was exactly that. One night of sex, and that would be the end of it. While this had, in my head, started as just that, looking down at Dawson sleeping in the bed and thinking about the hours we’d just spent together, I found it was hard to leave. I didn’t want this to be it. I wanted this again, this uncomplicated, fun sex where who we knew and what worlds we lived in didn’t