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To those of you who prefer dreamy over steamy. I couldn’t leave out the steam. So you get both.
know that Dr. Beau Buffington got the nicknames big boy Beau and bondage Beau for a reason (see chapter 38).
How can she think I would judge her for something like that? It’s hot as fuck. All women should read books that enlighten them about sexuality. Hell, if I had time, I would read them too.
“I like a filthy-talking, dominant man who overuses the phrase ‘good girl.’”
She’s the kind of woman that you spend hours worshiping, deliberately learning how each nerve reacts to your touch, and studying how she comes apart for you. She’s the kind of woman that even a lifetime of intimacy wouldn’t satiate your hunger for her.
“Now take my dick in your hands like the good girl that I know you are. I want you to know what you’re getting into.”
“Give me everything you’ve got, big boy.”
It seems we’ve both decided to keep that night a secret for now, and I’m more than okay with that. Parker doesn’t need to know that I’ve been obsessed with his sister since the moment I met her. And he definitely doesn’t need to know that seeing her today is the highlight of my entire month.
But I’m desperately trying to remind my logical brain that she’s my best friend’s little sister, and therefore, she is completely off-limits.
“Goodnight, Beau,” she says, her voice a little breathy as if she’s trying hard to maintain her composure. “Or should I call you, bad boy Beau?”
“Call me whatever you want, pretty girl. Just make sure it’s my name on your lips.”
Behaving myself around Claire Winters is going to be damn near impossible.
He’s just really hard not to like . . . that’s the problem.
She’s vibrant, intriguing, and lively as hell—a stark contrast to Parker’s more reserved nature. She’s . . . perfect, and all I fucking think about.
A normal person would leave their roommate to their shower and speak with them when they were finished. I was taught to have boundaries for personal space, especially when it comes to privacy, which is why I have no logical explanation for the reason my feet start moving toward the occupied bathroom instead of down the stairs.
I’ve never watched porn, but the image of Dr. Beau Buffington getting himself off is surely something that women would pay for.
I gripped it that night, I could tell he was big . . . but nothing like this. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that his dick needed its own zip code.
Claire Winters watching me jerk off in the shower was not on my bingo card for the year.
Then, it’s like once the words leave her lips, she realizes her faux pas and retreats completely. Almost like she’s embarrassed of her sexuality because she thinks that it’s something to be ashamed of. It’s fucking not—and god, do I want to teach her that.
“Anyone who tells you that you’re too much needs to go find less. You are everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman.”
“I’ll make up for all of the days that you spent thinking I didn’t want you. You won’t ever question my intentions again, because your entire body will feel me every time you walk. Every move you make will reinforce that you are, unequivocally, the only thing that I want.”
Every decision we make in life, whether it’s one we make ourselves, or one that someone else makes for us, leads us to the exact place we are supposed to be.
“Okay, bossy Beau.” “I like big boy Beau better.” “I’m sure you do.”
Every bit of my brain capacity is focused on maintaining the boundaries I’ve set for us, but I’m getting dangerously close to saying fuck those boundaries and giving in.
“When it comes to you, I’ve got rounds of fight in me. And if we do this, I’m not stopping, even if you tap out.”
“Let’s see what you’ve got, big boy.” Beau’s dangerous eyes flicker with the last drop of his resolve as he takes a single deep inhale and mutters, “Fuck it.”
“Great sex requires constant communication and checking in. Pleasure goes both ways, and I’m never going to take my own unless I know you’ll also have yours. Do you understand that?”
“For someone who just found out that my kink involves bondage, you’re feeling awfully brave.” “Bondage Beau,” I muse, turning the words over in my head. “I kinda like the sound of that one.”
“Trust me when I say that my cock is more than enough for you. You won’t ever think about another man once you have it. My cock is going to ruin you for the rest of your life, pretty girl.”
“So fucking sweet. You taste like everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“Best head of my life.” I bite the side of my cheek, not understanding. “So then why—” He interrupts me with a chuckle. “Because I was about to blow my load down your damn throat. I made you a promise, and I intend to keep it.” My lips tilt upward as I bat my eyelashes at him. “What promise was that?” “That I’m going to bury myself so deep in that tight pussy that you’ll need fucking surgery to ever walk normally again.”
“We’ll make it fit. You were made to take my cock, pretty girl.”
his golden brown waves peeking out of the edges of his scrub cap. It’s official—my panties are soaked. He can have a blowjob. He can have sex. He can have whatever he wants . . . as long as he has me.
“God, you’re perfect,” I praise, stroking my thumb over her bottom lip. “Now open these pretty lips of yours and show me just how perfect you sound when you’re choking on my cock.”
“I really will ruin your career if you fuck this up.” I grin, a wave of relief washing over me. “And I’d happily let you, because she’s worth ruining everything for.”
