Be My Bad Boy by Marie Medina Page A

street and walked over to her
building, nodding to the security guard in the lobby as she went up to her
office. A laugh escaped as she headed for the stairs. Taking them would kill   more time.
    She sat at her desk
for a minute straightening things before locking her bag in one of the drawers
and retrieving the keys to the filing room. She found the file immediately, and
flipped through it until she got to the very back and found the sign up sheet.
She read every single name on it, but it didn’t help. Many of the names
conjured faces right away. Others left her with a completely blank. She marked
all the ones she couldn’t put a face to and went to her computer. She scanned
the list again as she waited for her computer to boot up.
    Katie logged into the
university database and began searching the employee directory. She checked
every single name, examining each picture closely, but she still didn’t find a
match. She sighed. She would never be able to find the names of any volunteers
who hadn’t put their name on the sign up sheet.
    She shut her computer
down and sat facing the window. The sun spilled onto the carpet in front of
her. She pushed her disappointment away. Meeting her mystery man and greeting
him by name that night would have been fun. She let memories of his touch take
over as she leaned back in her chair. She knew she’d still have fun, if she
survived the rest of the boring day without him.
    * * * *
    Peter had been
watching her in the rearview mirror for thirty minutes, and he couldn’t stand
not being able to touch her any longer. She had done everything he had told her
to do. He’d pulled up in front of her house in a limousine and honked. She had
come out with an overnight bag and hopped in the back. Once she was in, she’d
immediately put the blindfold on. She’d done it without question or hesitation,
and then she had folded her hands in her lap and sat back. He had twisted and
turned all around the downtown area to confuse her. Once she’d sighed, and he’d
almost pulled the limo over and jumped in the back with her. Making love in the
back of the limo would have been fun, but he wanted to get her back to his
house.
    He pulled into the
garage and waited for the door to close completely. He got out and stood by the
limo for a few minutes before opening her door. She hadn’t removed her
blindfold.
    “I like how well you
obeyed,” he said.
    She turned her head
at the sound of his voice. “As much as you like keeping me
waiting?”
    He got in the
backseat with her. He took a second silk blindfold and wrapped it around her
wrists, binding them together. He tied her hands to the clothing hook above the
window. He went down on his knees and reached under her skirt to pull her
panties off. He fingered her and groaned. She was wet enough to take already. “I
love keeping you waiting if it gets you this wet.” He ran his finger over her
mouth. She licked her lips before taking his finger into her mouth and sucking
it. He couldn’t wait for her to wrap those lips around his cock, but right now
he wanted to taste her and make her come. He pushed her skirt up and lowered
his mouth to her pussy.
    She arched and moaned
underneath him. Her breathing quickened, and her thighs began to tremble. He
held her still as he ran his tongue inside of her. He’d wanted another taste of
her all day. He loved how she had gotten so aroused just anticipating his
touch. She tasted sweet and musky. He worked his tongue and teeth over her clit
until she cried out in bliss. He slid his fingers into her vagina as she
reached orgasm. He loved watching her convulse and shake. She squeezed his
fingers hard, and he stroked her to heighten her pleasure.
    “You’re breathtaking
when you come,” he whispered in a husky voice. He let his thumb slide over her
clit, and she jerked and sighed. When she licked her lips, he raised his hand
to her mouth again. She eagerly sucked three of his fingers. She looked
perfect: