Wicked Bet: A Bad Boy Romance by Sophie Brooks Read Free Book Online Page B

my sweater. Underneath, I was wearing a cream-colored lace bra. Ian pulled one cup down. At the same moment he pinched my nipple and pressed his body against me from behind, making me gasp in surprise.  
    Suddenly, there were too many delicious sensations ... his muscled torso firm against my back, his skillful fingers tweaking and tugging on my nipple. But through it all, I kept my tongue moving, sucking, licking, teasing.  
    “That’s my girl,” Ian said. His fingers roamed over to my other nipple, giving it the same treatment. It felt amazing. I sucked harder, wanting to show him that I could make him feel good, too.  
    Slowly, he withdrew his finger from my mouth and slid his hand out of my shirt. He grasped my waist tightly, and made sure I felt every inch of his hard erection pressing against my ass.  
    “Now that I’m sure I’ve got your attention, it’s time for your first assignment.”  
    “My what?”  
    “Your assignment.” With one final squeeze, he let me go and strode to the dining room table. He returned with an envelope for me.  
    My hands trembled as I opened it—he really had gotten me worked up. Inside was a dark red lipstick and three hundred-dollar bills. What was this for? “If you want us to role-play a hooker and her client, I gotta say, I’m worth way more than this.”  
    Ian chuckled. “Not going to argue that. But it’s for your shopping trip.”  
    “Shopping? I’m spending my first free Saturday in forever shopping ? As long as I’m doing errands, maybe I should get an oil change and pick up a gallon of milk.”  
    “Such a smartass. Trust me, this is not a normal errand. And I guarantee you’re going to like it.”  
    “Just me? You’re not going? Ian, the whole point of this is to reconnect.”  
    “The point of this is to reconnect and to tease and torment each other until we’re so turned on we can’t stand it anymore. You’ll have your chance this afternoon. This is mine, unless you want to forfeit. Okay by me—I’ve been dreaming about a Caribbean honeymoon all week.”  
    “I’m not forfeiting. Where am I supposed to go?”  
    “Arabella’s.”  
    Oh. That was an upscale lingerie store over on the west side of town. It was surrounded by small boutiques and salons. All in all, a pretty ritzy area.  
    “When you get there, pick out three different kinds of lingerie that you think I’d like to see on you. Go to the dressing room, try each one on, and send me a picture. From the neck down,” he said, when I started to protest. “Then I’ll tell you which one to buy. Think you can do that?”  
    “Yes,” I said, a little turned on in spite of myself. It sounded sexy, but I was still disappointed that we wouldn't be together for the beginning of our day.  
    “Good. Two more things: put that lipstick on and keep your phone handy.”  
    With that, he gave me a smart little smack on the ass and walked me to my car. His half of the day was off to an erotic start, and I was eager to see what he’d planned next.  
    * * *
    Damn, this place was fancy. Who knew tiny scraps of material could be so expensive? It seemed like the less they covered, the more they cost.  
    I picked out three ensembles, shooing away the saleswoman who kept hovering. I wanted to think about Ian and his reaction, not her and her commission.  
    I tried the first one on, a pale maroon number. It consisted of a corset which only took me eight minutes to get on correctly. It pushed my breasts up practically to my chin, and they wobbled whenever I took a breath. I grinned, giving my chest an experimental little shake. Oh yeah, Ian would like that.  
    The corset ended mid hip, revealing an inch-wide strip of skin above the extremely low-riding panties. All in all, I thought it looked pretty damn good.  
    Getting the picture was not the easiest thing in the world. I’d never been too into selfies, and it was hard to angle it so it didn’t show my face. I thought, only