His Dirty Author: An Age Gap Romance

He strides out the door then, leaving me with the book, my thoughts, and wondering what the actual hell just happened.

5

Malik

I could barely sleep, I was so eager for Erin to get back to my apartment. That sex was so fucking hot that I could barely stand it, and it was the only thing that was distracting me from the problems in my real life. Erin was gorgeous, sexy, and it didn’t bother me that she was so much younger.

Based on how wet she was when I fucked her, she didn’t mind, either.

Her writing is good too. No wonder she was masturbating. The scene that she’d written was so hot that I’d had to do the same after she left. There’s no good reason that she’s not published yet. I didn’t understand that, and today, I planned to ask her.

From a distance, I hear her come in with Mrs. Peak. Thankfully, the housekeeper didn’t stay too long into the day, and as soon as she was gone, I would be going to that little office.

It’s impossible to focus on anything else until I see the clock flip over to noon and I hear her leave.

I don’t think that I’ve ever moved so fast, heading down the stairs and straight to her door. Part of me hopes that I’ll catch my little writing minx pleasuring herself again, but I doubt that.

No, she’s sitting and calmly typing.

“Morning.”

Erin glances at the clock before looking at me and blushing. “Not anymore.”

“Based on how hard my cock is, it still thinks it’s morning.” It’s not a lie. Inside my jeans my cock is stiff enough to be painful.

“I want more than sex,” she says, clearing her throat. She’s fidgeting. Nervous. Which means she built up this conversation and played it out in her head. “Of course, I want that too, but just because I’m writing for you doesn’t mean I want to be used. I want to know you and learn from you and fuck you.”

“Done.” She looks shocked, like she expected me to push back against it. But spending time with a beautiful woman who’s sexy and clearly smarter than most people is not a hardship. “We’ll go to dinner tonight.”

“Okay.”

“But first, we have some business.”

Erin’s wearing a camisole and a sweater, and it’s clear that she’s not wearing a bra because I can see the way her nipples suddenly stand to attention like they’re saluting me. “What kind of business?”

“A deal, if you will.”

“I’m listening.”

I smile at her. “I haven’t been able to focus all day, thinking about you up against that window.” Adjusting myself in my jeans, I make it clear how hard I am. “So, you take care of this and then write your chapters. Then I’ll take care of you before we go to dinner. Maybe after, too.”

Her cheeks turn pinker than they already are. “You’re not just going to order me onto my knees?”

Jesus. My head is light, the blood completely abandoning my head. “I can do that, if you want. We haven’t discussed that level of control, though it’s clear you like being told what to do.”

Any woman that likes my book Vicious Surrender is bound to like that. The hero is entirely based on me and what I enjoy. She’s right when she says that it’s darker and edgier.

It’s also so much hotter.

“I want to negotiate,” she says. “At dinner. Until then, for today, you can order me around.”

I don’t move a muscle, staring at her. Silence is one of the most effective tools for this. Keeps them wondering. Guessing. Wanting.

“Go to the living room,” I say. “Strip. Kneel in the middle of the carpet and wait for me.”

Erin’s eyes go wide, but she doesn’t hesitate, standing and walking past me and into my apartment. As soon as she’s gone, I scrub my hand over my face. No fucking wonder I was so attracted to her when I encountered her in Michael’s office. She’s exactly what I want and what I need.

Right now, there’s no room in my life for anything but my own issues. But the next three weeks? I sure as hell am going to savor them.

Following her into the living room, I notice the gentle curve of her back into her hips. She’s kneeling quietly and perfectly, head bowed. “Have you ever done this before?” I ask.

“Given a blowjob? Yes.”

I tilt her face up so I can see it and run my thumb along her lower lip. “Obeyed.”

“You asked me that already.”

“I asked you if you surrendered,” I clarify. “Which is much deeper. Obeying is simpler. There’s less at stake.”

“No, I haven’t.” She hesitates. "I've only been with one boy. Ever. And he was nothing like you."

There’s a tightening in my gut. God, she’s perfect. Dangerous. I can already see how easy it would be to tumble head over heels in love with this woman, and I’ve known her for three days.