Overcome (Hidden Pleasures, #1) by Jennifer James Read Free Book Online Page A

Being so hard up she got more action listening in on her roommate than she did from dating was pathetic and sad.
    And she kinda really wanted a man with a voice like single-malt whiskey to tell her what to do. What he was going to do to her.
    To take control of her and strip away her inhibitions until she was a barely leashed sexual animal. Yes. That was what she wanted.
    God she was sick. After lying on the bed for a few moments, she tossed the vibrator aside and yanked her panties back up. So sad that the toy and some dirty talk through the wall did more for her than either of her boyfriends she’d had.
    She stood on shaky legs and left the room to get a glass of water. The reflection of her curvy, full figure taunted her from the mirror over her dresser. She wasn’t fashionably thin like Shea, but she was pretty. Long tousled red hair, a wide pouty mouth, pretty eyes. Nothing wrong with the physical department...but she just didn’t get asked out for dates.
    And generally she didn’t care. The men she met didn’t do anything for her in that oh yeah fuck me now kind of way. More than anything she wanted to feel that zing of attraction, that recognition where her body told her right off that it wanted a man.
    The worn carpet scratched at the bottom of her feet and she wondered if she’d make it back to her room without anyone knowing she’d heard everything. What would they think? What if they liked it and had been loud on purpose? It was no secret Shea loved attention.
    Two pairs of men’s shoes sat near the front door. It hadn’t been her imagination. Everything was real.
    Shea had two guys in her room, fucking them at the same time.
    The lucky bitch.
    The jealousy surged again and she shook her head. She’d never have the guts to pick up two guys.
    And if she did, she wouldn’t have a clue what to do with them once she got them home. The whole thing would be an awkward disaster. Unless one or even both of them could command her...take the choices away so she didn’t have to think or consider or worry...
    Shea’s door crept open and she jumped, her heart leaping in her chest. She’d been standing in the hall, staring at the shoes like an idiot. The light from the small foyer area near the door illuminated the tall, dark haired, and caramel skinned Latino who exited.
    He wore nothing but a pair of unbuttoned jeans. Every inch of his body rippled with muscles. Beautiful pectorals, rippling abs with a trail of dark hair that arrowed down to his groin, and arms corded with long, lean muscles. Her mouth watered and prickles raced across her skin.
    She stared at his crotch, too shocked to move. The thick line of his cock was outlined by the snug fabric of his pants. He cleared his throat, and she glanced up at his face. A smirk pulled his lips back and revealed twin dimples. A deep blush swept from her chest into her cheeks and she hugged her middle, too aware of the tiny baby doll T-shirt she wore and the slick remnants of her cum sticking to her underwear.
    “Nice panties.”
    Oh God. She knew that voice. It was the voice. He was the one who’d been getting blown. He’d told Shea to suck his dick and swallow his cum. Her nipples hardened into tight points and her clit thrummed.
    Command me, Master.
    A nervous laugh crawled up her throat and she choked on the sound. Would she so easily say that to a man? To this man?
    He prowled closer, crowding her personal space. She could back up, into her room, but the sexuality and power he emanated held her rooted to the spot. The smell of sweat, the musk of sex, and traces of Shea’s perfume clung to him. Arousal crested in her pussy, and she found herself held captive by his dark gaze.
    There it was. That thing, that connection she wanted.
    Yes, yes she could call him Master, like Shea had told her the submissives at Hidden Pleasures called their sexual dominants. This man, here in the dark, he was in complete and total control of her with nothing more than two words