Made: A Bad Boy Romance (Bad Boy Games) by Danielle Slater, Allegra Ryan

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    “Please, tell me what you know and then I’ll make everything better. I promise.”
    I don’t believe him about the better part. I can still see the predator lurking in the depths of his gaze. I still and go silent.
    His palm slides up my back and before I’ve taken two breaths, my bra swings free for a second and then it’s gone and I’m naked before him. It’s crazy to think I can hide from him, that I might be able to get away, but instinct has taken over. His mouth lowers and takes my nipple, sucking and teasing. He’s not gentle. There’s nothing soft or easy about this man.
    I can’t help but respond to his suckling, shoving my hips against his cock and grinding, moving around and around, matching the pace of his tongue on my tit.
    He lifts his head, lips moistened and slightly red. He licks his lip. “Sweet, just the way I imagined.”
    “Why do you care what I know about your company?”
    “It’s my—”
    “Oh, shut up! Don’t tell me it’s your job.”
    One eyebrow lifts in an arch. “All right. What do you want me to say?”
    “The truth. About the red shoes and everything. What’s going on? What’s the deal with the stupid contracts that can’t possibly be legal?”
    He lets go of me and backs away a step. His trousers are still tented from his erection, but he ignores it. He folds his arms over his chest. It would be easy to hate him for making me want him, for making my pussy weep for his cock, but I’d be fooling myself. I want his cock sliding in and out of me more than anything. It makes me forget I’m standing here in nothing but a thong and a pair of nude heels.
    He hasn’t forgotten. I’m thinking the arms folded over his chest are a protective mechanism. Maybe holding himself back.
    “What do you know about the contracts?”
    “Only what Caylee told me.”
    “I’ve already assured you she will be safe. Why do you keep asking about it? Are you working for someone?”
    “Working? Are you crazy?” I drag a hand across my forehead. “Oh, wait, I forgot who I was talking to. Here’s the only thing I want to know: will Caylee be safe?”
    “As far as I know, she’s on a conventional date.”
    “Which means there are unconventional dates?”
    When he doesn’t answer, I step forward and smooth my palm over his cock. He sucks in a ragged breath. Deliberately, I unbuckle his belt and push the zipper down and free his cock. It juts out of the opening, huge and proud and beautiful. His eyes smolder like coals.
    “I’ll take that as a yes. Just how unconventional are these dates?”
    He doesn’t bother answering, but surges forward, and I’m pinned against the wall again. The steely heat of his cock burns into my belly. His tongue invades my mouth while his hand snakes around the back of my head, preventing me from moving even if I wanted to.
    Move? I want him to fuck me. There’s nothing that will stop me from spreading my legs and welcoming his length inside me. There’s nothing he can say that will stop what’s going to happen.
    My body slams against the door again and again as he presses against me, savaging me with his kisses. He’s breathing hard when he steps out of his trousers, yanks his necktie loose and shrugs out of his shirt. He didn’t have to do all that, but I’m glad he did. My fingers close on the fine black hair on his chest, skate over his brown nipples and slabs of muscle. He’s got tattoos everywhere. Some in foreign languages and script I’ve never seen before. I trace one of them with my tongue. I want to explore every inch of his hard flesh.
    Whirling me around, he picks me up and settles me on the desk, spreading my legs wide as he kneels. I’ve never had a man’s head between my legs before, never felt his tongue part my inner lips and suck and. . .
    Oh. . .
    My. . .
    . . . fingers dig into his hair, gripping and pulling, winding through the thick, black strands. Electrical jolts shoot from my pussy and then I’m melting in his