Win a Filthy Bad Boy: A Bad Boy Romance

Win a Filthy Bad Boy: A Bad Boy Romance by Lacy Carter Read Free Book Online

Book: Win a Filthy Bad Boy: A Bad Boy Romance by Lacy Carter Read Free Book Online
Authors: Lacy Carter
throughout her body. Bonnie recalled with deep humiliation, her hips bucking as she tried to ride his hand.
     
    Though she was still in her cubicle, Bonnie imagined his flawless features as if he were in front of her, angelic in his beauty, yet devilish. He looked sinful, like a fallen angel; it was as if God had made him too perfect for heaven.
     
    Bonnie sat still. One hand clutched her neck, while the other was buried deep within her panties. At first she massaged her finger tips at the entrance of her lips. Her thigh muscles squeezed as the junction of her thighs continued to swell.
     
    Despite her loathing for the man, her mind filled with anticipation over seeing him again. Her body seemed to associate Chad with the ultimate orgasmic experience. For good reason. It was true.
     
    Her hand at her neck lifted her blouse and slipped into her bra so it could tease her breasts, a pathetic attempt to imitate the way his thumb brushed her taut nipple, the way his tongue slowly rolled over one nipple while he gently twisted the other.
     
    Her clit grew to a tiny bud as she stroked it. Thankfully, no one interrupted her. It wasn’t that Bonnie found getting off in public thrilling, but due to the sweet tension that curled within her stomach, turned her legs to boiled pasta, she was simply too weak to stop herself.
     
    Bonnie appeared so sedated that if anyone looked over at her during that moment, they would have become instantly curious. With her eyes slightly closed, her lips parted slightly, an observer might have thought she were meditating.
     
    Her breath caught and held. She held her fingers in her pussy and kept them there, still, feeling her clit pulse in response. As she felt a surge of pleasure in her lower region, a stifled moan became a hiss and she exhaled a gust of air from her burning lungs.
     
    Internally, she rioted, wanting, needing to cry out as she imagined cool gray eyes impaling her. She wanted his touch so badly, her feet moved up and down, her thighs squeezed her hand. The friction from her thighs, the rubbing of her hand, even the fabric of her panties staggered her.
     
    She bit down on her bottom lip, her other hand gripped the armrest with enough force to leave a dent in it.
     
    Burying her fingers inside herself, she began to plunge in and out. Bringing her other hand in on the action, she stroked it in circles around the hard button, feeling herself float and twirl as she approached climax.
     
    I low cry escaped her lips. Her climax raced down her and hit her hard. Obscenities exploded into her mind.
     
    “Oh fuck!” she cried
     
    “Hey, what's up?”
     
    Immediately, she stopped touching herself. Her eyes flew open to see Johnny standing over her. He looked concern.
     
    “Oh!” Bonnie gasped, staring at Johnny. Her legs trembled as she became totally boneless. Her clit shot pure bliss throughout her body.
     
    "What’s wrong?" Johnny repeated.
     
    “A bit of bad news. There's a leak in my kitchen. The landlord just sent me a text,” Bonnie said. Her cheeks were suddenly so hot, they burned.
     
    “Oh man, that sucks,” Johnny said, his eyes inadvertently scanning her desk.
     
    Bonnie felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Her cell was in her bag; did he suspect?
     
    “I’ve got to get back to my apartment,” Bonnie said, hoping the urgency in her voice would maybe add to the authenticity of her lie.
     
    “Can't say I blame you,” Johnny responded.
     
    When Johnny finally left, Bonnie noticed her trembling legs. Her head spun; it was almost impossible to stand. Shaking, she pulled herself up from her chair, and let out a sigh. That day she left the office, weak in the knees and filled with self-reproach. A terrible sense of foreboding hung over her. She felt like a junkie with zero self-control, about to face her demon. That demon was Chad. And he was about to devour her.
     
     

Chapter Five
     
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