Sculpt-Paige_Michaels-Becca_Jameson by Becca Jameson and Paige Michaels Read Free Book Online

alley, and headed toward her apartment. He was very much looking forward to this night.
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    Lucinda didn’t know what Theo would think when he saw the inside of her apartment, especially considering his Eden Prairie mansion. She was not a tidy person. But he kept his face neutral as he looked around at her tiny space. She shivered as she imagined it through his eyes. She owned so few possessions, and most of them were secondhand. Even her couch was worn enough that only she knew exactly where to sit to keep from stabbing herself with a coil in a few places.
    “How long have you been teaching pottery?” he asked as he followed her down the short hall, passing her studio—a.k.a. her cracker box spare bedroom.
    “Almost three years.”
    “And you used to work at the Loft?”
    Prickles climbed up her neck, but she tried to keep her voice calm, even if she couldn’t look at him when she answered. “Yep.” She opened her tiny closet and pulled out a few dresses with wide skirts. She held one up. “This is from Halloween a few years ago. Does it work?”
    He smirked. “Saucy milkmaid?”
    She grinned. “I was very popular at the after party. Two guys took turns fucking me while a third watched.”
    He didn’t even blink. Damn, was there nothing that raised his ire?
    “I hope the third one got his turn too. It’d be a shame just to watch and never get to feel that pussy wrapped around your cock.”
    She dropped the dress and planted her hands on her hips. “How would you know? It’s not like you fucked me.”
    He stepped closer. “You aren’t going to push me into this, brat. We fuck when I say we fuck. You think you can shock me, get me mad about the other guys who have had you? I don’t give a shit about any of them. They’re not in the room with us, and they clearly didn’t come back for another round.”
    Tears stung and she looked down. “Thanks for that, asshole.”
    He gripped her chin and tilted her gaze to meet his. “First of all, don’t cuss at me. And certainly don’t call me anything besides Master. I won’t tolerate it. Second of all, that’s their loss, not yours. They didn’t know how to handle you, brat. I do. Now find a dress that isn’t a costume and let’s go. I have plans for us.”
    Her breath hitched. Her body was soft, and she couldn’t stop imagining what plans looked like. She grabbed a simple black cotton dress with a flared skirt and started toward the bathroom, but he grabbed her wrist and stopped her.
    “Change here. I want to see that gorgeous body.”
    She grinned and pulled her tight dress over her head.
    “No panties, sweetheart?”
    “Easier access,” she answered.
    He stepped forward and slipped a finger through her folds. She knew she was wet. She had been from the moment she’d climbed onto his motorcycle, probably even from the moment he’d called her.
    He didn’t say anything, just circled his fingers around her clit and pulled them back to lick them. She grew light-headed watching his tongue dart out and lap at her juices.
    “Hurry along,” he said when he finished, as if this wasn’t anything.
    She pulled the dress over her head, and he turned her to face the wall, placing her hands carefully on each side of her head and tipping her hips slightly.
    “Stay still, brat. Keep your hands flat on the wall.” He stroked his palms down her arms and reached around to cup her breasts. Her bra was a thin lace that did little to conceal her nipples through the soft material of her dress. It was strapless, which worked out perfectly since the new dress had spaghetti straps holding it up.
    She shivered as he released her tits to smooth his hands down her front. He placed one spread firmly on her belly and let the other roam down to grip her thigh.
    Lucinda swayed, a soft moan escaping her lips.
    He set his lips on her ear. “Don’t move.” And then he reached for the hem of the dress with both hands, pulled it up easily, and dropped to his knees. She