The Book Boyfriend Series Box Set

by Carly Phillips

  “How?” she rasped in his ear.

  “By going down on you and licking your pussy,” he said, pushing that vivid image into her mind, and fuck, he wished it were reality. “By sliding my tongue nice and slow through your slit, again and again, then latching onto your clit and sucking until your entire body is shaking with the need to come.”

  Her breathing hitched. “Oh, God, Max . . . ”

  “Did that help you get wet?” he asked, his voice sounding as rough as gravel.

  “Yes,” she said on a moan that told him just how aroused she was.

  He coaxed her a little further, pushing her beyond any embarrassment that might still be holding her back. “Use your fingers and tell me what your pussy feels like. Here’s your chance to practice a little dirty talk, sweetheart.”

  Her husky laugh coalesced into a shivery groan of desire, and there wasn’t a doubt in Max’s mind that her fingers were slipping and sliding through all that slick, sensitive flesh, possibly even finding their way deeper inside, where he wanted his cock to be. He imagined her spread out naked on her bed, her blonde hair streaming across her pillow and down to her breasts, and the rest of her luscious curves on display as she arched into her own touch.

  “Tell me, Hailey,” he demanded impatiently.

  A needy whimper fell from her lips. “It feels soft . . . warm . . . swollen . . . and so, so wet.”

  “Jesus. You’re so ready for me.” He shoved his briefs down to his thighs and wrapped his fingers tight around his cock, squeezing and tugging the thick length in his fist. “I’m so fucking hard and aching. I’m dying to be inside you and feel for myself how soft and warm you are. Do you want that, too?”

  “Yes . . . so much,” she confessed, her voice infused with the same lust charging through his veins.

  “How do you want to be fucked, Hailey?” he rasped, gripping his dick harder and using the bead of pre-cum seeping from the head of his shaft to lubricate his quickening strokes. He was desperate to know what she envisioned while her fingers dipped and swirled and plied her pussy. “Do you want me on top, pinning you down and thrusting into you? Or do you want to ride me so you can grind against my cock? Or would you like me to put you on your hand and knees and wrap your beautiful hair around my fist while I’m taking you from behind? What’s that filthy fantasy that gets you off? Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”

  She was panting now, undeniably aroused. “I want you sitting on a chair and me straddling your hips, our bodies pressed together,” she said, sounding lost in the fantasy that went through her mind when she was all alone and pleasuring herself. “I want you hard and deep, with your hands pulling my hair and your mouth on my neck . . . ”

  Her words trailed off on a moan, clearly consumed by her escalating climax. His was fast approaching. His hand jerked harder, faster, his stomach muscles tightening as he heard the rustling of the sheets on her end as she writhed on her bed and pushed herself toward orgasm.

  “Max . . . it feels so good,” she moaned, sounding as though she was in her own little universe of bliss, as she imagined him fucking her the way she’d just described to him.

  “Then let go and come for me, Hailey,” he commanded, and as soon as her soft cries of ecstasy reached his ears—which he decided was flat-out one of the sexiest sounds ever—he increased the rhythm of his pumping hand and finally allowed the tension gathering in his balls to release.

  He growled deep in his throat as a sharp, powerful climax ripped through him. His heartbeat pounded in his chest as he quickly jacked the head of his cock, causing his orgasm to jet against his taut belly—hot and thick and utterly satisfying.

  Jesus fucking Christ. He was gasping like he’d just finished a marathon. He collapsed back against his pillows, and it took him a few extra seconds to gain his bearings. When he did, he noticed how quiet it was, but as he listened a little harder, he definitely heard Hailey’s soft, erratic breathing on the other end of the line.

  He reached over to the nightstand, grabbed a few tissues, and cleaned up the mess he’d made on his stomach. “Hey, you okay over there?” he asked, the Bluetooth still secure in his ear.

  “I . . . umm . . .” She cleared her throat and tried again, but her voice remained flustered. “I can’t believe that I . . . that we just did that.”

  He could easily picture that adorable rosy hue of embarrassment flushing across her cheeks, down her neck, and across her breasts. “Any regrets?” He’d been the one to instigate the phone sex and coaxed her to join in. Had he pushed her too far too fast?

  “No,” she said, much to his relief. “I’m just . . . shocked, but not in a bad way.”

  He grinned as he pulled his boxer briefs back up to his hips. “You did good for your first session of dirty talk. Definitely an A-plus.”

  She groaned in mortification, the sound muffled, as if she was covering her face with her hands. “I can’t believe the things that came out of my mouth.”

  And he’d loved every single second of it. “It was so fucking hot. Best part? Now I know what your go-to fantasy is.” Actually, he was pretty sure it was forever engraved in his brain.

  “Not fair,” she murmured, sounding completely relaxed and content. “I don’t know what yours is.”

  He chuckled, happy enough that she wanted to hear what turned him on. “How about we save that for another night?”

  “Good idea.” She yawned drowsily and made a soft humming noise in the back of her throat. “I think I’m ready to fall asleep now.”

  “Yeah, a good orgasm is the best sleep aid there is,” he teased her with a smile. “I’m so happy I could be of assistance.”

  “Me, too,” she admitted with a touch of humor in her voice. “Good night, Max.”

  “Good night, sweet girl.”

  The line disconnected, and Max remained right where he was for a few extra minutes, his own body sated and replete. Eventually, he removed his earpiece, went to the bathroom to better clean himself, then crawled back into bed, his mind playing over everything that had just happened.

  When he’d decided to call her tonight, he’d never anticipated that their conversation would turn sexual. That hadn’t been his intention, but when she’d tempted him to make his question a good one, he hadn’t been able to resist. He figured she would either shut him down or she’d play along. He’d had nothing to lose, really.

  When she’d leaned toward the latter, it had been so easy to persuade and seduce her into giving him what he wanted—though he knew her willingness to talk dirty and touch herself so uninhibitedly was probably because they hadn’t been in the same room together. That way, he couldn’t look at her naked body, couldn’t watch her slide her fingers between her spread legs, and he couldn’t see everything she was so used to hiding from a man because of her insecurities.

  That sense of obscurity had made her feel safe, secure, and less vulnerable. Being in separate bedrooms miles apart, there was no issue of her being nervous or self-conscious, nothing to hinder her enjoyment of some hot and heavy phone sex and a mind-blowing orgasm to go with it. She’d been bold and daring and sexy as fuck, and as a bonus, he’d learned some valuable information about her sexual preferences, which he intended to use in the future, when he knew for certain that she was ready to take that next intimate step with him. Knowing her fantasy of choice would give him the leverage he’d need to seduce her when the time came.

  He smiled to himself, satisfied with their progress for now. Having sex with Hailey wasn’t about rushing the process and fucking her just because he was horny and needed to get off. With her, it was all about building intimacy and trust between them and making sure she knew, without a doubt, his desire for her was real and everything about her turned him on.

  Tonight was definitely a start.

  * * *

  Sweet or salty?

  Hailey read Max’s brief text as she sat in her current small office Saturday afternoon, unable to hold back the grin playing across her lips. And
why would she want to repress it, anyway? All day long, he’d been sending her random questions, continuing where last night’s getting-to-know-you game had left off. Well, sort of. Their Q and A session had definitely taken a path she’d never seen coming, from her innocently asking Max what his worst habit was to him responding with an explicit what is your hottest sexual fantasy?

  She leaned back in her chair and didn’t even bother to hide the delicious shiver that accompanied the erotic memories that came after that question. God, if Max could make her come as hard as she had with nothing but filthy words, then she could only imagine what kind of pleasure she’d experience if they were in the same room together, with him actually doing everything she’d fantasized about.

  Sweet or salty. Hmmm. That simple question could be taken a number of ways, and considering that some of Max’s texts had implied something more sexual, she wasn’t sure how to take this one.

  She typed back, Depends on what we’re talking about here.

  Get your mind out of the gutter, sweetheart, he responded right away.

  She bit her bottom lip, enjoying the playful banter. What? It’s a legitimate question.

  A line of bubbles displayed across her phone screen as he typed a response. I think I’ve created a monster. One night of dirty phone sex and you turn everything I ask into an innuendo.

  She laughed. I do not!

  Ha! When I asked you earlier today what things stimulate you, your answer was hardly innocent, Ms. Ellison.

  Grinning like a fool, her fingers tapped across the keyboard, and she hit send. What? A vibrator is stimulating.

  I meant intellectually, you bad girl. Maybe you’d find a spanking equally stimulating. He followed that up with a smirking devil emoticon.

  Maybe I would, she replied automatically, and her eyes widened as she prematurely hit the send button. God, had she really just said that? Yes, yes, she had, because it was so easy to be a little shameless with him through texts.

  He was quick to reply. That’s what happens to bad girls. Spankings. And other fun stuff. He included a winky face. Now back to my original question. Sweet or salty foods? How’s that for being specific?

  She could almost hear the playful sarcasm in that last question. Well, there’s no misunderstanding what you’re asking. And it’s definitely sweet. Desserts are my weakness.

  I’d have to go with salty. I’m a chips and nuts kind of guy. And just to clarify, by nuts, I mean almonds and cashews.

  She burst out laughing. See? You’re the one with all the innuendos.

  I have no idea what you’re talking about. An angel emoticon popped onto the screen. Next question, and this is an important one. Whipped cream or chocolate sauce to go with your cherry?

  She rolled her eyes at his obvious innuendo and decided to be a little naughty and play along. I really like both whipped cream and chocolate sauce with my cherry. Why can’t I have both?

  Greedy girl. You can have both the whipped cream and the chocolate sauce . . . as long as I get to eat your cherry. I think that’s more than fair.

  She groaned quietly and pressed her thighs together to subdue the sudden pulsing ache in between. He was so indecent; she couldn’t deny that she loved flirting with him. He made her feel sexy and beautiful and desirable, and that was something that had always been lacking with other men she’d dated.

  Her phone pinged with another text from him. FYI. The chocolate sauce and whipped cream will be arriving later.

  A wicked reply popped into her head, and before she could change her mind, she typed it out and dispatched the message. Only if it comes with you.

  Fuck. If I didn’t know you were so busy this afternoon and evening with your matchmaking reception, I would definitely deliver it in person so I could watch you enjoy both. Just remember, your cherry is mine.

  She shivered and touched the pulse beating rapidly at the base of her throat. God, this man was so intoxicating, in every way, and he was making it so difficult to not only resist him but to keep her heart and emotions out of this fake engagement.

  A knock on her office door startled Hailey, and as if she’d just been caught watching porn, she quickly placed her phone with the screen side down on her desk and stared at Brielle with wide eyes that no doubt disclosed a guilty expression.

  Brielle sauntered into the room carrying a plant, her gaze narrowing suspiciously as she glanced from Hailey’s hand covering her cell phone to her flaming-hot cheeks. “Why is your face so pink?” she asked suspiciously.

  “Umm, it’s just warm in here,” she fibbed. Brielle knew nothing about her phone-sex session with Max last night, and she wasn’t about to reveal their naughty texts, either.

  But Brielle was always perceptive when it came to her, and as her friend approached Hailey’s desk, a knowing smirk gradually tipped up the corners of her mouth. “You hiding something on your phone, Hailey?”

  Knowing Brielle wouldn’t let up until she got the info she wanted, Hailey shrugged and kept her reply casual. “It’s just a text from Max.”

  “Ahhh, hot, sexy, hunky Max,” she said, her tone playful. “Well, whatever he had to say, it looks like it made you a little hot and bothered. I approve.”

  Hailey rolled her eyes and stood, her gaze focusing on the pretty ceramic pot Brielle had just set on her desk that contained a gorgeous array of bright purple Phalaenopsis orchids blooming from the ends of their long stems—her favorite flower. She immediately knew who they were from, even before she pulled the attached card from its envelope and read the note Max had written inside.

  When I texted you this morning to ask you roses or tulips, I should have known that your answer wouldn’t be the normal, typical flower that most women desire. You’re as unique and beautiful as these orchids are. Max

  The pleasure and giddy joy that filled Hailey were indescribable. Her stomach felt as though a dozen butterflies had taken flight inside, and she couldn’t contain the delighted smile she knew was spread across her face.

  Standing beside her—and having shamelessly read the note, too—Brielle sighed wistfully. “That’s so sweet and romantic.”

  Hailey reached out and touched one of the purple flowers, which was also her favorite color—something else Max had asked her earlier. The orchids were delicate and elegant yet sturdy, their petals velvet soft against the pad of her finger. Yes, she’d told him she loved orchids. Clearly, he paid attention to her answers, and the fact that he’d done something so spontaneous and thoughtful, just because he could, made her feel special and adored. Two things that she didn’t have a whole lot of experience with.

  “Stop overanalyzing things,” Brielle said knowingly as she looped her arm through Hailey’s. “Just enjoy the attention. And Max.”

  Max had told her pretty much the same thing the night at the bar, and she appreciated the reminder from her best friend. “I will.”

  “Good.” Brielle released her and stepped back. “By the way, we need to leave in about forty minutes to head to Acadia to get everything set up for tonight’s matchmaking reception for Diane Franklin.”

  Acadia was the restaurant they currently used for their agency events since they had a large private room Hailey could rent out for the evening, along with great appetizers and drinks for her clients. As soon as she moved into her new building, she planned to redecorate the entire second floor to use to host various events for their clients.

  “Okay. Just let me finish a few things in my office, and I’ll be ready to go.”

  “I’ll gather up the name tags and icebreaker games to take with us,” Brielle said as she headed out of the office.

  Once she was gone, Hailey picked up her cell phone again, wincing when she read the last message from Max, which made her realize she’d left him hanging at a crucial part of their conversation.

  Hello? Did I go too far with that cherry comment? He added a smiling emoticon to his text.

  She grinned and quickly replied. No, not considering how far we went last nig
ht, LOL. By the way, the flowers are beautiful. Thank you.

  You’re welcome. Before you go . . . what color panties are you wearing?

  She bit back a grin, no longer shocked by his getting-to-know-you questions. He was gradually stripping away her inhibitions, making it increasingly easier for her to just indulge and enjoy their attraction, and she was fairly certain that was his intent. Mission accomplished.

  Light pink, she answered.

  Silk or cotton?

  She wished she could say silk, just because she knew the mental image was sexier, but she replied honestly. Cotton with lace trim. She was a practical girl when it came to her underwear.

  Ummm. Pretty. Will you show them to me sometime? While you’re still wearing them?

  At the provocative image of her lifting her dress to give him a glimpse of her panties and his gaze darkening as he watched, heated desire bloomed in her belly and made its way between her thighs. You’re such a naughty boy, Max Sterling.

  His answer took a few extra seconds to come through. After last night, there shouldn’t be a single doubt in your mind just how naughty, dirty, and filthy I can get. And judging by the end result to our phone-sex session, which would be you coming for me, I’m inclined to believe you like me that way.

  It was hard to argue his point. Even now, after reading that text and recalling her body’s response to his erotic commands the night before, her breasts were tight and her nipples hard. I do like you that way. Her finger hovered over the send button as she realized what her reply would reveal—that she was starting to trust him more intimately. She exhaled a deep breath and forwarded the text, and before he could say anything else, she quickly sent another message. I have to go. We’re leaving for the matchmaking event soon.

  Much to her relief, he didn’t pursue her “I do like you that way” comment, and instead replied to the latter remark.

  I hope everything goes well tonight, and I’ll pick you up at your place at four tomorrow afternoon. The get-together is just a few of us and super-casual, so dress comfortably.