His Dirty Author

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ill in the details in my head. Malik already has several chapters written, b

I don’t

’t belong, and I feel the judgment in the eyes of the doorman, even when I

the penthouse and shows me into a small office with

the desktop,” she says. “Don’

ace after

r Malik. I’ve been writing and doing my best to match m

ad. Because it’s darker, just like we’d talked about. The sex is hotter, and I want

too smitten to be

his book is g

and fast-paced. This book would set

of vibrators in conjunction with Malik’s re

ce, I focus on the words in front of me. I’m already to the

e’s the handsome stranger that she quite literally ran into at the coffee house. Right no

at scenario, and of course, the man i

hey’re going to have, there’s plenty of room for creativity

him. That file contained a list of all her deepest wants and fantas

s shivering with anticipation, every sense heightened because she can’t see him, and onl

he computer, needing a breath. This mig

key to making my own writing better. Lean into the pe

go deeper. And that means taking a risk

a where she is, but she already made it clear she wants nothing to do with me, probably thought I was some fresh

y. No sign of anyone. Listening, I hear nothing. For as glo

my chair and spin to face the window. I may be brazen

filling me. That invisible need uncoiling in my gut. It’s good that I wore leggings

he can reach, and when he arrives between her legs, he strokes a delicate finger

into the silence. My vibrator would be fucking perfect right now. Is tha

g, but still a breath away from that delicious orgasm. And just when she’s about to go over the edge, he pulls back. Sh

o much more to do. So many more ways to play

f a whole night under his command d

o wet that I should have worn panties because there’s goin

so close

e comes from behind me, and the entire world freezes. My orgas

? He just thinks that

simply be enjoying the view. Unless in the last ten minutes I became one of th

and slowly spin to face him. Pretend that nothing is happening.

with something entirely other t

about the next part of the scene.” I swallow. My heart is pounding in my ears and ther

mple outfit, t-shirt and jeans, but he’s still devastatingly sexy. One eyebrow rises.

y leggings. A tissue. Anything. I’m frozen in this moment, and I have no i

st that I don’t have a chance to react. Then every sense goe

su

Fuckin

. “You, Ms. Bailey, taste g

bsolutely ca

and I’m wetter than when I was literally fucking myself

to find the words. “I was imagining the scene. Th

ching y

f you want to fire

oing to come right now. This is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me in my life. “I

h

he’s finished the words. In one movement

d goes

ad one boyfriend in school, but it was brief, done as a favor to go on double-da

e strokes across mine with determined purpose, plunging

rying to use me for money when I walked into Michael’s office,

I

t’s a yes, then I’m going to fuck you up against the window for all of New York to see. If no, then you’ll go back to work, and I’m going