Beauty in Lingerie Read Online Penelope Sky (Lingerie #2)

Categories Genre: Billionaire, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Lingerie Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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“That’s not greedy. That’s just being an asshole.”

The corner of his mouth rose in a smile. “I am an asshole.”

My hand moved to his thigh under the table. I slowly inched toward his waist until I felt the bulge in his jeans. His long cock was perfectly outlined, and he didn’t flinch in shame for having a hard-on in the middle of a club.

My fingertips slid over his thickness and moved to the base.

He kept his eyes on me, watching me feel him up under the table. “Maybe you should wait until we get home.”

“Maybe you should kiss me.”

His hand cupped the back of my head, and his fingers touched my hair. “Why do you want me to kiss you so bad, Muse?”

“Why don’t you want to kiss me? You say I’m the most beautiful woman in the world, right?”

He tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear, his eyes focusing on my lips. “Yes.”

“Then prove it.”

“I think I am proving it.” He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his hard-on through his jeans. “Immensely.”

My hand glided up his chest, and I leaned in to press my lips against his. He didn’t resist me, and his eyes became lidded. But I planted a kiss on his jaw instead, trailing kisses all the way to his neck. My hand explored his chest as my plump lips devoured him, treasuring his body with my wet tongue. My mouth migrated to his ear, and I breathed into his canal. “Kiss me, Conway. Don’t make me ask you again.”

This time, he gripped the back of my hair and yanked on it so he could kiss me the way he wanted—deep, hard, and rough. His lips nearly bruised mine as he devoured me, crushed me against him. The beginning was intense, but then his kiss turned soft. Just as it was when we were in bed together, it was gentle and purposeful, with him feeling my lips rather than crushing them. His fingertips stopped yanking on my hair and started to caress the strands.

I wanted to undress him then and there and have him, take him deep inside me. In the beginning, I saw him as a cruel captor who treated me like a prisoner. But now I found myself wanting him as much as he wanted me. I wanted his attention, his affection. I wanted him to make me feel good just as he did before.

He moaned into my mouth, the vibration evident against my tongue. The music was too loud overhead for us to hear each other, but I could feel his intensity through his touch. The heat cranked higher and higher, and his cock was about to burst through his jeans.

He suddenly ended the kiss and turned his face away.

My nails dug into his shirt in response, unsatisfied that the kiss was over.

His jaw was clenched hard.

“Let’s go home.”

He glanced at Vanessa and her date.

“She’s a grown woman, Conway. You need to let it go.” I slid out of the other side of the booth without waiting for him. I rose to a stand, my heels sky-high and painful.

He looked me up and down, his mind switching to sex once more.

“Well, I’m leaving. Good night.” I turned around and walked away, knowing he would stare at my ass the entire time.

And as I expected, he appeared behind me an instant later. His arm circled my waist, and he walked me out of the club, parting the crowd with his distinctiveness. Once we were outside, the cool air was a nice change compared to the room stifling with body heat. The breeze immediately licked the sweat off my skin.

His arm pulled me in tighter as we walked down the sidewalk together in the darkness. I used to walk down these sidewalks all the time when I picked up food or did my laundry. I used to head back to my hotel and watch TV every night because I had nothing else to do. But now my life was completely different.

We entered the building he owned and stepped inside the large garage with the single car. But he didn’t walk to the blacked-out SUV. Instead, he headed to the elevator and pressed the button with his forefinger.

“Where we are going?”

All he did was stare.

The doors opened and we stepped inside. He hit the button for the top floor, and the door closed.

“If your place is on the top—”

He pressed me against the wall of the elevator and kissed me the way he had at the leather booth. But this time, it was harder—fiercer. He gripped my hips and pressed his chest against my tits. His mouth moved to my jawline and neck, and he yanked up my dress to reveal my black thong underneath. My leg was pulled around his waist, and he ground against me, pressing his hard-on right against my clit.


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