Series: Penny Dee
Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Her hands are warm when they first touch my stomach. Her featherlight fingertips start at my belly button and slowly dip over each crevasse of my abs as she reaches my chest, her fingers stroking all the ridges.
I’m hard.
I can’t help myself.
Having her touch me does that; having her near me does that.
Fuck.
I really need to not fall for the crazy chick. At least that’s what I’ve heard my men say. Crazy chick. She works with dead bodies, she is quiet and not intimidated by anyone, and she’ll pull a gun on me or any one of them without a second thought.
Truth be told, I kind of like her a little crazy. It makes it exciting because I don’t know what version of her I’ll get next. She’s multifaceted, and there’s always something more to uncover.
It turns me on even more. Not just her body, but her peculiar mind.
“What is the purpose of this?” I ask her.
“I like bodies,” she says and turns to face me, seeing if I have a reaction. “I like the look of your body,” she tells me as her hand moves from my chest, and she doesn’t stop when she reaches my stomach. Her hand trails farther down, keeping eye contact as her fingers touch my shaft. Then, with those desirous eyes, she finally looks away and down to where her hand is. When she speaks next, it almost sounds distant. “I once had a man come in. Cause of death: a woman cut off his penis,” she says with a smile, and she looks up at me, her eyes glistening.
Fucking crazy woman.
My cock jumps again.
I like it.
Her hand moves around my shaft in circles before she ventures lower to my balls.
“Why are you here, Silas?” She cups them, squeezing as she does. She sounds as if this is as simple as one of our casual business transactions. All business and in control.
“For you,” I answer.
“But why?” She tightens her grip.
“Because I want to fuck you again.”
“Hmm,” she says, and I’m not sure if it’s in approval or dismissing expectation. She releases the pressure, then moves her hands down my thighs, those sharp nails of hers cutting in deeper.
“You have a lot of ink, everywhere…” She drags her fingers over the broken heart tattooed on my thigh. “Did a woman break your heart, Silas?”
Suddenly, this feels like an interrogation, one that I’ll happily be a part of. She’s the only fucking one I’d ever let tie me to a chair. As long as she’s aware of what she does to me, I’ll always return tenfold. And she can handle it.
“No, I broke many.” Her eyes find me again, not that it’s relevant to the tattoo design at all.
“You won’t break mine,” she says as if she is telling herself that. But she says it with such distance that I suspect there’s an old wound there, one she works hard to cover. Or perhaps the betrayal by her best friend has left a bitter burn.
“Are you so sure about that?” I’ve never particularly tried to seduce a woman, but I imagine normal efforts won’t work on Leonore. Fuck, I’m done if I’m thinking about ways to seduce her.
“Yes, because I would never give it to you,” she says matter-of-factly, that icy wall coming between us. Then she steps back and pulls down her black jeans and panties, but keeps her black shirt on that rests at her upper thighs. “Just my body. That’s all I am willing to give.” She pulls the stool over and uses it to step up onto the counter. “The shirt stays on.” My cock twitches. Fuck me, how can such a demanding brat be so sexy in just a black shirt, when it clings to her in all the right places? Her hands touch the ceiling as she steps over me. Glancing down at me, she says, “Do you want me to sit on your cock, Silas?”
“Yes,” I reply without hesitation. I don’t mind letting her be in control now and then. I’m not better than a starved man. But I can also be a patient man when I know the reward will be greater.
“Beg for it,” she says with a smirk. My cock is straining, and I can tell she notices as she glances back, and that smile widens, that sultry gaze snapping back to me.
She removes one hand from the ceiling, then touches herself. Spreading her folds, she slides her fingers through it and starts rubbing herself, giving me a clear fucking view. I can see how wet she is. Fuck me, this woman couldn’t be more beautiful.
“Beg, now,” she demands.
“I’m not a begging man…” I tell her, and she pouts.
“That’s a shame, Silas.” She slips a finger in, and a soft moan slips from her lips.
“Fuck, Doc. Please lower yourself onto me. Now,” I growl out the last part.