Dirty Bad Boys Box Set: Forbidden Romance Collection

She holds my gaze, eyes fixed and narrowing slightly as she tilts her head, exposing her neck. The skin, soft and edible, drives me insane. I want to taste every inch of her. With her hair out, she purposely flicks it to one side, giving me full view of her heaving chest.

“Are you, Noah?” she murmurs, just above a whisper.

Leaning in, taking her hand in mine, I kiss the top of her knuckles before whispering, “Yes, Morgan. Ever since you informed me your pussy needed feeding.”

There’s silence, only the noise of the patrons around us filling our ears with sounds. I don’t know how she’ll take my forward behavior because, with her, I have no clue how to hold back.

She leans in further, her face close to mine, our lips inches apart. “You have no idea, Noah.”

Morgan stirs something inside me, like a tornado beginning its collision course. I grab my wallet quickly, taking out some bills and throwing them at the table, leaving our meals unfinished. I tell her to grab her stuff, practically pulling her out of the door. With her heels dragging across the concrete, she repeatedly asks where we’re going. My car’s conveniently parked at the back, in the corner. When we reach it, I pin her against the door and slam my lips onto hers, giving my hands free rein to her body.

I don’t care who sees us, the adrenalin is pumping hard in my chest, unleashing some sort of wild beast desperate to escape. My hands move of their own accord, sliding up her thigh and cupping her ass. It’s so firm and sits perfectly in my hands.

Fuck, the things I could do to this ass. Spread her cheeks nice and wide, slide my cock slowly into her asshole, feeling her tighten around me. See the pain mixed with pleasure etched on her face. Hear her call my name, desperate and out of control.

She wraps her arms around my neck, tight, holding onto me as if her life depends on it. Her scent—it’s intoxicating and drives me to the brink of insanity.

Between her moans, I graze my lip against her lobe. “Let’s go. Now.”

“Where?” she manages between breaths.

“Anywhere,” I plea with desperation. “Your place, your office, my car.”

Pressing her lips with such force, her tongue flicks against mine, gently sucking while I push my body harder into hers. I can’t control myself, and I know she’s equally affected, purposely pressing her pussy against the tip of my cock.

“C’mon please,” I beg again. “I’ll settle for you to suck me off.”

She smiles into my mouth, reaching down and stroking my shaft on the outside of my pants. “I like to receive,” she reminds me. “But for you... I could suck you off till you’re screaming my name and blowing in my mouth.”

The rush of blood runs straight to where she’s stroking, causing me to buckle in agony, desperate to blow in her mouth right now. I latch onto her tighter, then suddenly without warning, the air rushes cold against my skin as she pulls away abruptly.

“I can’t, not now,” she pants.

I slide my hand back up her thigh, purposely grazing against her panties. They’re drenched.

Holy fuck. Someone kill me right now.

“Noah, please stop. I can’t... I have to go,” she pleads with desperation, forcing me off her body.

Pulling back, the loss of contact hits me like a wrecking force. My breathing, uneven and shallow, slowly regulates, and with her beautiful body against my car I take one more look at her.

I can see it in her eyes, the desire and reluctance to stop right now. But I also see something else, almost sadness. And then, it occurs to me, because I’ve seen this look before—it’s the look of guilt. It explains her unusual behavior, her initial distaste toward men, and her hesitation with opening up to me.

Some fucker out there has broken her.

Every part of me knows I should walk away, but I want her in ways I’ve never imagined.

“I’ll let you go,” I tell her. “But only for now. Not forever.”

She places her hands on my cheeks, bringing my face to hers as she places a soft kiss on my lips. “I’ll make it up to you. In more ways than you can imagine.”

She turns around and begins to walk toward her car. I concentrate on the way her hips sway from side to side, teasing me relentlessly. And just when I think I’ve cont

rolled my breathing, she turns around, sending back a flirtatious wink while blowing a kiss.

She’s fucking beautiful.

I may have calmed my cock, but my heart’s equally racing beside it, desperate for first place.