Page 130 of Wicked Angel
You’re safe, Angeline.
I want to kiss you while you come.
You’re so beautiful.
I couldn’t get his voice out of my head.
Did he really think I was beautiful?
Was he really drawn to me, like he said?
I wanted to know. I wanted to take the boundaries down… and see what happened.
So, I slipped open my bedside drawer and took out Johnny, the sleek toy version. He was cold and hard and somehow that felt weirdly appropriate. But I didn’t slip him between my legs and go to town.
My whole body throbbing with anticipation, I slipped on Johnny’s T-shirt, feeling like an absolute ho—and loving it—as I snuck out of the house.
See, this is why Flynn broke up with you. Because you’re out of control.
I didn’t care. I was so horny, I didn’t fucking care. I’d been horny all fucking day.
There was only so much a girl could take.
And if I didn’t think I’d be well-received, I wouldn’t do this. But after last night… I knew the door was open, so to speak.
At least, I fucking hoped it was.
And I knew, as my heart pounded in my chest, that I was fucking kidding myself if I wanted to believe this was just about wanting to get over Flynn.
This was about wanting to get under Johnny.
I’d never had a guy do erotic stuff with me like that right out of the gate. Sexy photos, phone sex… I mean, surely it wouldn’t be hard to find some random guy who would. But I didn’t want a random guy. This guy I’d known, lusted after, for years. And last night, he said all the right things. He told me it was about trust. He was right.
But that wasn’t all it was about.
I’d trusted Flynn, but he’d never taken a risk like that with me, even after years together. He’d never fully tapped into that kinky, curious, sex-hungry part of me.
Even when I begged him to.
Phone sex? Naked pictures? No. Those were too risky. Because what if it got overheard or leaked somehow. You didn’t take risks like that.
Flynn never understood that sometimes the risk was the point.
And the turn-on.
So I crept over to Johnny’s house, allowing myself to freely fantasize about him like I had all day. Given the circumstances, my fantasies focused on catching him in the act. What act, I wasn’t sure. I’d take anything. I just hoped he was naked while he was doing it. Jerking off, showering, making a fucking sandwich. I wanted to see that mouthwatering dick of his again.
Maybe he’d show it to me again if I asked? In person this time?
I swallowed, picturing Johnny taking out his dick while I fucked myself with my sex toy until I came, desperate and hungry at his feet. And then he laughed at me and said something brutal likeThat’s my dirty little good girlwith adoration in his eyes and jacked off on me. I wanted him to make a mess all over me. After, maybe, he tied me down? I had a helplessness kink. And a shame kink. And a praise kink. So many kinks all rolled into one, I probably didn’t even know what they were all called.
Largely because I’d never really had an opportunity to explore them with a man.
All I knew was my juices were running down the insides of my thighs just thinking about doing very dirty things with Johnny O’Reilly. Best friend’s brother? Client? Who cared. What I got a taste of last night was not to be passed up, if there was any chance it might happen again.
So long as he was going to be nice about it.
And calling mesweetheart,baby, andAngelthe whole time and telling me I was safe? I was addicted, my mouth literally watering. Already.
