Taking Something by Elizabeth Lee Read Free Book Online

come right here on your front porch.”
    She whimpered and her knees went shaky as she pushed the door handle down.
    “Good girl.” I pushed my lips back to hers as we walked into the foyer of her house. I turned her in my arms and backed her into the wall as the door latched shut behind us. “You sure about this? They always say it's not wise to mix business with pleasure.”
    I knew her answer before I asked the question, but making her think she was in control was all part of the game.
    “I'm sure,” she assured. “I want all the benefits of our new partnership. I'm gonna need your A-game in the studio and the bedroom, Mr. Kline.”
    “A-game's the only game I got, baby.” I plunged two fingers deep inside her. Taking her wrists in my free hand, I raised her arms above her head and focused my mouth on her exposed neckline. I could feel her clench around my fingers, and my cock was straining against my pants, eager to have its turn. Both of our bodies were begging for release, but if she was going to get hers, I was sure as shit going to get mine.
    I took a step back, letting her catch her breath. The pleading look in her eyes was quickly replaced with a sultry stare.
    “You weren't finished,” she said with a heavy breath.
    “I know,” I admitted, moving toward her and unbuckling my belt. “This is fun and all, but I need to be inside of you. Now.”
    She pushed the straps of her little black dress from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. No bra. Just black lace panties.
    Apparently, her Maxim spread had not been airbrushed. She was flawless. Perfect round tits and a tight little stomach. She reached out and grabbed my shirt, pulling me toward her. No “Let's go in the bedroom” or a check to see if anyone from her entourage was hanging around her house. She wanted me right then and there. I wasn't about to argue.
    “You look good enough to eat.” I licked my lips at the thought. If screwing her was part of this deal, I'd gladly sign on the dotted line.
    Her eyes went soft and a shy smile crossed her lips.
    She likes being told she is pretty. No surprise there.
    She reached out, tugging my shirt up over my head. As her eyes cascaded down my collection of ink, she pushed my pants and boxers from my waist. She took my length her hand, stroking from top to bottom as she pressed her lips against my skin. I’d stroke her ego all day as long as she kept stroking me like that.
    Before my pants had hit the ground, I’d pulled a condom from my pocket. I slipped it on. Not a chance in hell I was fathering a baby—even with the hot pop star who was standing close to naked in front of me. I pushed her panties down, and as soon as she stepped out of them, I lifted one of her legs up and buried myself in her.
    “Jesus, Nick,” she cried out as I familiarized myself with body. I swirled my hips to see how much she could take as I flicked my tongue against her hard nipples. She could take it all, apparently. And despite how much I was giving, she kept asking for more.
    “Harder!” she cried out. “Deeper. Give it all to me, Nick.”
    I smirked as I gave her what she asked for and watched her eyes roll back in ecstasy. Guess her greediness covered all aspects of her life.
    Her breathing quickened as I moved in and out. Each time, she rose up on her toes to meet me.
    She clenched around me as I unloaded. The euphoric feeling of coming, coupled with the fact that I could see she was pleased, had me patting myself on the back. This was going to work.
    I'd give her the sex if she'd give me the music.

I WANTED to kick myself in the balls when I saw the morning light peeking through the heavy curtains of her bedroom. Last night's rendezvous had definitely taken a lot out of me—mentally and physically—but staying the night with Sadie wasn't something I'd planned on.
    After I’d rocked her world in the foyer, she’d wanted it in the bedroom. Which had somehow turned into her wanting to talk about her