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

him with my mouth slightly open. Then I spread my legs in welcome.
    His resistance lasts about one minute and then he’s all over me, his huge cock plunging into me in one massive thrust. I take all of him, relishing the way he spreads me wide and stretches me with his thickness. He stills, the head of his cock at the entrance to my womb, but only for a second. And then he pulls back, and he’s fucking me hard and fast and without one ounce of concern if he might be hurting me.
    He’s not.
    I love it. I love his harsh mastery.
    I love the way he’s pumping in and out of me relentlessly. It’s rough, and I want more. His balls slap against me, and he’s grunting and sweating and breathing hard. There’s nothing sweet or romantic about this. This is fucking, fast and dirty and intense on the floor of an anonymous office.
    I don’t even know his name.
    I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist, taking him deeper into my pussy. Then he halts and shudders and then his head rears back in a silent bellow, and his seed fills me. My inner walls pulse around him and I come apart with him.
    Later, I have no clue how much later, when we’re lying there still and sated, he says in a small voice, “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
    “You didn’t.”
    “Don’t lie.”
    “I’m not. Really, not lying.”
    He lifts up on one elbow and toys with my nipple with one hand. “I wanted to punish you.”
    “For what?”
    “It’s not your fault.”
    There’s a knock on the door and a masculine voice calls, “Nathan, you in there?”
    Our eyes lock. Whatever intimacy we had going shatters and he closes down, the blankness returning. A wave of sadness fills me. I feel like I’ve lost something and don’t even know what that is.
    “Yeah, what you want?”
    “It’s Tucker. Needs you up in the Eye. Like yesterday. He’s totally pissed.”
    Nathan . I know his first name.
    He jumps to his feet. In about two minutes flat he’s dressed again. I’m still on the floor, fiddling with the clasp to my bra. He steps over me on his way to the door and pauses, one hand on the knob. “There aren’t any cameras in the hallway. Wait about ten minutes after I leave, then go back out into the club.”
    Then he’s gone, leaving me holding the ripped shreds of my thong.

 
     
     
     
     
    NATHAN
     
     
    A job is a job is a job.
    That’s what I keep telling myself. Even though I’m on the inside now, and the pay isn’t quite as stellar, I’ve still got my place in one of the most exclusive organizations in the world. I’m a good soldier. It’s how I was raised. I do what I’m told.
    Even when I hate my orders.
    I let my feet carry me toward the elevator. My mind is back with Brooke where I left her on the floor. I stepped over her because the boss called when I could still taste her on my tongue; still feel a tingle on my lips where we kissed.
    I’m an asshole.
    Not exactly a newsflash. All I had to do was find out if she was wired. I could have done that without fucking her. I’m sure Tucker doesn’t care what method I used to make sure she was clean. The fucktard probably considers it (yet another) perk of the job. The truth is that I couldn’t help myself. I wanted her like no other. I had to have her. She put up a fight, but only about the phone and my questions. She wanted me as badly as I wanted her.
    She’s just another pawn .
    Even if she wasn’t wearing the red shoes tonight, she will and soon. Once they find out about the deal, how many women can pass up the kind of money H&S offers? And with what I now know about sweet Brooke, the ultra-rich dick who takes her contract will want more than one night. That’s the part that’s killing me. That other guy will want more because I want more. There’s absolutely zero chance she won’t get her ticket punched the night she arrives wearing the red shoes. No chance I’ll get to pick up that ticket.
    Part of me keeps hoping she’ll do the smart thing and go home; forget