In His World (For His Pleasure, Book 28) by Kelly Favor Read Free Book Online Page B

shower. It was vaguely embarrassing, but also kind of nice—being pampered.
    Brody got into bed, putting his phone at his night table and then stretched out, one leg hanging out of the covers.
    Chloe lay on her side, facing away from him, her eyes open wide.
    “Don’t pretend to be asleep,” Brody said.
    “I’m not pretending,” she told him.
    “Then what are you doing?”
    “I’m…resting.”
    “Get over here,” he demanded.
    Her heart began beating faster and her nipples hardened instantly at the sound of his voice. She turned and looked at him in the semi-darkness of the bedroom. Lights shone in from the windows, blinking and beautiful from the buildings surrounding them.
    “What is this?” she asked, licking her lips.
    Brody turned his head and looked at her, although he was still lying on his back, hands behind his head. “We already went over it,” he said.
    “But I still don’t—“
    “Just stop,” he told her. “Stop questioning it. It’s already been decided. You’re mine now.”
    “What does that even mean?”
    “Get over here,” he said nodding his head.
    She slid across the expanse of the enormous bed and into the crook of his arm, wrapping her own arm across his broad chest, laying her head against him. Now she could hear the steady thumping of his heart.
    Unlike her, he was calm. His heart was slow.
    She knew that elite athletes sometimes had ridiculously low heart rates, like below fifty beats per minute.
    Brody’s was going thump…thump…thump. It didn’t sound all that slow. Maybe for him, this was fast.
    Chloe smiled a little, trying to decipher his mood from the sound of his heart beating in his chest. But it was easier than trying to read his expression or analyzing his comments.
    Eventually, she felt her body settling down and snuggling into the position, and then she felt his strong arm encircling her, pulling her closer still.
    It felt good. She sighed.
    Brody reached across with his other arm and then he began stroking her hair softly.
    It felt so good that Chloe became nervous again. She was confused. Everything that had happened that day was a blur. It was as if she’d been under the influence of alcohol, or some kind of drug. How had she ended up here?
    With his seed inside her, sent deep within?
    “I don’t really know anything about you,” she said, finally.
    “Then look me up on Wikipedia,” he quipped.
    “Are you being serious?”
    “My life’s an open book,” he said.
    She ran her fingers along the ridges of his belly, the muscles there tightened under her fingernails and he murmured a little, as if he enjoyed it. She traced down further still, to the outline of his manhood, straining against his boxers. Intrigued, she ran her finger nails lower still, until they were tracing closer and closer, and she saw his hips arching up.
    Chloe was wet between her legs.
    She licked her lips, looking down as her fingertips finally made contact with the shape beneath his boxers. It was hard as rock, like the rest of him.
    She lightly traced up and over, caressing it light as a feather. She saw that it was now straining and bulging against the material almost comically.
    “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, breathing out his nostrils.
    And then, curious, she lifted his boxers just enough to see the head of his engorged penis pop out the top. Brody groaned.
    She slid her head down his stomach, curling closer to him.
    Her fingers slid around the shape, and then finally she made contact with his skin, the heat of his head. She tugged it loose, like a snake uncoiling from beneath a rock.
    It slid loose and now she was stroking it, seeing it’s enormity close to her face.
    Chloe found that she wanted to know what it would taste like, how it would feel in her mouth, against her tongue.
    She was getting wetter still.
    Brody’s stomach was fluttering, his muscles tightened, his cock like a statue, carved out of stone. She stroked her hand all the way up and down a few