Sex Machine: A Standalone Contemporary Romance by Marie Force Read Free Book Online Page A

process what happened in Blake’s bed, and it’s been two hours since I dragged myself from his warm embrace, got dressed and managed to get my car out of his garage without waking him. Or if I woke him, he didn’t come out to see me off, which is just as well. I’m not sure I’m ready to face him. Hell, I won’t be ready to face him a year from now after the things we did.
    When he said “all night,” he wasn’t kidding. He finally took mercy on me around four thirty in the morning when I cried uncle after my seventh—or was it the eighth?—orgasm. I think it might’ve been eight. His reputation as a sex machine is well earned, that’s for sure.
    I take a seat at my desk and wince from the ache that spreads from between my legs to my thighs and even my poor bum. He never did make good on his “threat” to take me there, but I know he wanted to. If we were to get together again, I have a feeling that might be on the menu, although I still can’t imagine how he’d ever…
    Dropping my head into my hands, I can’t believe that I’m tingling with arousal at the very thought of something I’ve never even considered before last night. If he’s got me thinking about that —and actually wanting it—his sexual gifts extend far beyond his incredible “endowment.”
    The bells ring on the front door, and I bite back a groan, hoping my clients aren’t early, because I’m nowhere near ready for them.
    “Honey, where are you?” Lauren calls out, her voice echoing in the vast space that is my studio.
    “Back here.” I should’ve known it would be her, coming to get the scoop along with the dirty details.
    She comes breezing in, wearing an adorable tank dress that shows off her amazing biceps. My bestie is a gym rat of the highest order and could kick ass on most of the men we know, which she says is why she never gets asked out anymore. Not that that stops her from lifting just about every day. I’m envious of those biceps but not the discipline it takes to get them. Maybe if I were in better shape, I wouldn’t feel like I was ridden hard and put up wet last night. And this morning.
    Looking absolutely gorgeous with her curly blonde hair in a messy bun and big brown eyes fully made up, she comes to the doorway of the office to take a good long look at me. “ Well …” Rolling her hand, she begs for details.
    “You were right. He’s all that and a bag of chips.”
    “He’s all that and ten bags of chips.”
    “Agreed.”
    “So you had the big O?”
    “I think I had eight big Os. I lost count.”
    “Shut the front door! Eight? Holy shit, Honey!”
    “I’m so sore, I can’t move, and I’m shooting twins today.” I groan at the thought of the workout awaiting me. My job is very physical when I’m shooting one baby. Two will about kill me today.
    Lauren snickers. “So The Cock lived up to its reputation.”
    “The Cock is a battering ram. My poor va-jay-jay will never be the same.”
    “I remember that. The day after the first time was like losing my V card all over again. Hurt like hell. But after a while, I suppose you get used to it .”
    “I can’t imagine ever getting used to that .”
    “Well, Blake being Blake, you probably won’t get the chance to get used to it. He’s becoming more remote all the time. I worry about him—as a friend,” she quickly adds. “Did he say anything about getting together again?”
    “Not really,” I say, recalling the conversation in his bedroom when he convinced me to spend the night.
    Lauren sighs loudly. “I have a confession to make…”
    “What?”
    “When I encouraged you to proposition him, I was hoping to kill two birds with one stone.”
    “How so?”
    “I wanted you to finally get properly and thoroughly laid, and I was sort of hoping you might be just what he needs, someone he’s known forever who he can trust to let go a little with.”
    “Yeah, well, he let go all right, but it was all sex and nothing more than a few moments of