Win a Filthy Bad Boy: A Bad Boy Romance

by Lacy Carter

  Bonnie inhaled deeply and bit her bottom lip. “I shouldn't have… I mean, it's not really…” She began, but stopped to bite down on her lip again.

  “What do you want to know, Bonnie?” Chad asked, huskily. “That I haven't slept with another woman since our first night together? That I haven't been able to forget you?”

  “It's your job to fulfil women's fantasies. Maybe you're just exhausted.” Sensing a shift in their unusual relationship and fearing she couldn't trust herself around him, her anxiety peaked. Escape was the most rational option.

  “You're different,” Chad said, probing her with his sexy silver eyes.

  Running her tongue over her lower lip, she tasted blood where she'd bit into it. Even though her mind screamed for her to run, her body would not let her leave.

  “Look, I don't know why I'm here—”

  “Too eat,” Chad said. “No games. Only dinner.”

  Bonnie didn’t believe one word of what he said. Finally, they started on their food. Every so often, a waiter would come in and present them with a wide selection of drinks.

  “So tell me more about you. I know you were born in Champaign, Illinois, you have a sister that lives in Bloomington, and your parents live in Indianapolis. You wanted to be a journalist so you could understand people better.”

  “Wow, how do you know all of that?” Bonnie said, surprised.

  “I’ve been watching the show,” he said. “Since middle school, you’ve always been the smart girl, interested in other people's lives.”

  “I don't know how you can stand to watch the show. Every time I see myself on TV, I cringe.”

  “Every time I see you on TV, I can’t look at anything else.”

  To hide the tingling in her cheeks, Bonnie looked down at her plate and poked at her fish with her fork. Chad had a large appetite and ate quickly; she wondered where he stored it all. He didn’t have an ounce of body fat to show for his voracity.

  “But what was your childhood like? Why did you really want to become a journalist?”

  Bonnie shrugged. “I was good at it. I've always been me. The girl who never got to go to the dance because no one invited me. So I was perfectly happy to observe people with more interesting lives.”

  She remembered first getting her bra and having boys snap her straps back, which she somehow equated with them liking her. Or how guys secretly wanted to date her, but wanted nothing to do with her when the prettier girls came around.

  “So why won’t you give me chance to show you off? You’re the one the world should be looking at. You deserve at least that,” Chad said.

  “You can't. The women that throw themselves at you have been supermodels and movie stars. Not Plain Jane’s, who happen to get lucky and end up on a reality show.”

  Chad's eyes narrowed, his pupils darted to the side, and his jaw tightened. “No one is ever going to say those things about you ever again.”

  It almost seemed like Chad was being protective. Did the “Plain Jane” article really affect him? Impossible. But, he clearly looked pissed.

  A waiter refilled Bonnie's wine glass and cleared away the empty plates.

  “Thank you,” Bonnie said. “Dinner was lovely.”

  “Tell me more about you,” Chad startled Bonnie with the request.

  As a child who was socially awkward, her bedroom felt like a sandbar in a turbulent sea. She told Chad everything, skipping the really embarrassing stuff, but outlining the fact that she'd never felt like someone people should be looking at, as he phrased it.

  Her house and neighborhood were ordinary, a four-bedroom house on an acre of land. A pool they rarely used. But she was never alone because she had her older sister, Jennifer, who either played role of best friend or worst enemy.

  Fully conscious of his eyes on her, she continued to talk, only to glance up and glimpse his tilted head as he listened attentively: her failures and her triumphs and passions and her fears. Whenever she caught his eyes, she either stuttered or lost her place, but she carried, wanting him to know everything about her.

  “You don't like writing for the tabloids and you don't seem like a city girl. Why do you stay in New York?”

  Bonnie sighed, sat back, and scrunched her forehead in thought. “To be honest, Jill. She's what keeps me optimistic. If it wasn't for her, I would probably run home to my parents with my head hung in shame.”

  “Hey, there's no shame in trying to make it on your own. With folks like yours, the expectations don't get higher.” Chad said, referring to the fact that both Bonnie's parents were college professors.

  Frazer and a few waiters entered to clear the table and brought a tangy lemon tart and glacé strawberries for dessert.

  “Okay, I'm impressed,” Bonnie said, kicking her shoes off and curling her legs under her bottom at the same time as she popped a strawberry in her mouth.

  “Wow, that’s a feat I can be proud of,” Chad said, as his saucy smile promised pleasure. “Do I get a reward for good behavior?”

  “What do you want?” A smile crossed her lips and she wondered if it were the alcohol or his demeanor that made her feel so comfortable.

  “Your shoes,” he said, trailing his gaze down the length of her body all the way to her feet. The black heels she'd kicked aside were at the forefront of his fantasy about fucking her every since he saw her outside the restaurant.

  “My shoes?” Bonnie asked, shocked. “What do you want with them?” She gulped.

  “I want you to wear them, right after I peel that dress off you body, so you can hook you heels around my shoulders.”

  “You mean... as in?” Bonnie said, but stopped on the follow-through.

  “Is it that shocking? That I'm so easily appeased.” Chad mouth kicked up at the edges. “I don’t want money or fame right now. All I want is to hug your ass as well as your dress does.”

  “Must you always be so vulgar?” Bonnie asked, feeling hot. She stared at him.

  “You look so damn sexy when you're blushing.”

  “Asshole,” Bonnie said, looking away only to have her gaze fall onto her heeled Mary Jane’s.

  Chad chuckled. “Hey, I'm just being honest.”

  “Can't you be cool for a change?” she asked. “Our is that out of your depth?”

  “How do you expect me to?” He shrugged. “Have seen yourself?”

  “I have. You're deluded if you think…” Bonnie stopped. Something on the edge of her periphery caught her eye. “You're deluded if…” There it was again.

  “What's up?” Chad asked, sitting up.

  “Did you see that?” Putting her bowl on the table, Bonnie looked out into the water. “Something's out there.”

  Together, they approached the glass and peered, apart from the reefs and vast expansive blue, into the void of space that surrounded them.

  “Look, there,” Bonnie pointed. In the distance, there was movement. A dark shape outlined on the blue background grew increasingly large. Bonnie sucked in a breath; the fear that rippled through her, thrilled and terrified her. The large shark swam lazily passed the glass.

  “Frazer mentioned something about a shark,” Chad said.

  As unexpectedly and as suddenly as it appeared, the creature disappeared into the distance. Everything stilled in its wake. Bonnie finally remembered to breathe. The whole experience felt surreal, but somehow fitting. The entire evening might've been a dream.

  “I wish I had snagged a pic,” Bonnie said. It was then that she became aware her head was resting on his chest. Until that moment, she stood on not-there legs, startled she might have lost her footing. Except…

  “I've got you,” he whispered into her ear. Chad held her close. He was firm. She would never fall as long as he held her. His warm hand stroked the dip of her waist and the curve of her hip.

  She couldn't think. She needed to gather her mind before it ventured to dangerous places. Dangerous thoughts. The thought of him being between her legs, again, rendered her suddenly mute.
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br />   He undid her ponytail and brushed her hair from her face. The action felt oddly intimate, yet his touch wiped away any lingering resistance to his unauthorized caress. For Bonnie, sex involved placing a certain among of trust in her partner.

  She never trusted Chad. She hardly knew him. But that didn't matter because the way he touched her, made love to her, made her feel like he didn’t want anyone else in the world to be in his arms. She felt needed. No one ever expressed such hungry need for her. It was beyond lust.

  Bonnie's heart began to drum in her ears. The rational part of her mind told her he was just a bad habit, a bad habit that now ran his hand down the side of her dress. However, the evening had fostered a growing sense of trust in Chad. He’d managed to break barriers and present himself in a different light.

  “Chad, I—” Bonnie said. His hand grazed her collarbone; it was too late to feel bad about the little gasps she released. She felt his breath on her neck; it moved to her skin, close to where her shoulder and neck met. He pressed a kiss there.

  “I can be civil,” he said. “I can show restraint. Don't you trust me?”

  “No.” Steadying her voice, closing her eyes, and rolling them back into her head, she parted her lips. “And I don't trust myself.”

  “Then I'll definitely be happy to put you in the driver’s seat.” He slowly began lifting her dress and running his finger along the inside of her thigh. “Come on, tell me what you want.”

  “Chad—”Bonnie couldn’t even finish her half-hearted protest. His fingers reached the small crease between her inner thighs. He drew her panties down.

  “Want me to go further?” He murmured. “Or, do you want me to stop?” He traced his fingers along her inner lips. She tensed.

  “No,” she said, her feeble protest barely audible.

  “No?” Chad confirmed.

  “Don't stop,” Bonnie said. Whisking her away from the restaurant, ushering her to his submerged world, even the appearance of the shark, an almost-extraordinary sighting, left her spellbound. It felt like he'd cast a spell over her.

  “You taste sweet,” he said. He turned her to face him, then kissed her. Running one hand through her hair and the other between her thighs, his lips sought her.

  As soon as their lips met, Bonnie realized she'd been wrong all along. She thought she didn’t trust him and that their relationship was based on lust, with the small promise of something more. How completely, utterly wrong she’d been. In that crucial moment when their lips touched, she realized an undeniable truth.

  She needed him in her life…

  He affirmed her desire to experience the heights of ecstasy, to be wild and sexually free. Whenever he took her breath away or unleashed a blinding orgasm from inside her, it was as if she were alive, for the first time. But what did Chad need? Why did he continue to play this game? Bonnie wanted to know.

  He traced her lips with his tongue, kissing her passionately, delving deeply inside her mouth with the same tongue he used to drive her insane weeks ago. Only now, it examined the silken contours of her mouth, giving her a taste of the sweet, heady aroma of wine. But it was the expression of controlled pleasure on his face that truly intoxicated her.

  He ran his hands aggressively down her back and pulled her tight against his growing hardness; she put her hands on his chest. He stopped. The effort to hold back apparent— his jaw set and his eyes focused on her with such intensity.

  “Why can't I stop wanting you?” Bonnie asked. “You're always in my head.” The lust that addled her mind was the exact same longing she witnessed in his tensed expression. They both suffered from their dependency on each other. It threatened their careers. It threatened the very notion of who they were. Who the world thought they were.

  Feeling her hands slide up his chest, a sensation of heat surged in Chad's stomach.

  “I can't forget the way you looked when I first touched you.” He groaned with satisfaction, and moved his hands from her ass to her back and stared into her eyes.

  She pulled him down to her. His mouth crashed down upon hers, a hot, perfect kiss. Bonnie's inner thighs ached for his gorgeous lips again. The image invaded her instantly, and she imagined him going down on her that night. The thought scared the hell out of her and if she weren't wrapped so tightly in his arms, she might have backed away from him.”

  But he seemed to read her mind when he said: “God, I can’t wait for you to ride my face.”

  “Stop, Chad. I don't think I can take anymore,” Bonnie said, her lips still tingling from his ravaging kiss. She needed to recover. She tried to think of a retort, but her head buzzed with excitement. The damage was done. She was wrecked. Utterly wrecked.

  “You won't be saying stop when I eat you like a starving man.” Chad kissed her neck. “I'll hold your hips tight, babe and taste you as you ride my tongue.”

  Bonnie struggled to catch her breath. She couldn't even remember the taste of her champagne and wine. Her mouth was as dry as a desert.

  “You want this, don’t you?” Chad's voice ruled her senses.

  No. “I-l…we can’t,” Bonnie said, aware of him closing in for another kiss.

  “One last time, say you want me.” He was like a typhoon, making her hot and wet.

  “It's wrong, you're wrong for me.” Bonnie said. Knowing how delicious he was, knowing he'd give her what no other man could, he'd give her what she craved. The telltale heat of lust rose inside her. One last time, he's hand in my hair, my name on his delicious lips, I want to feel—stop!

  “Chad—

  “You won't regret it. It’ll be our last time together. It won't change a thing.”

  Bonnie knew how amazing it would feel. One last time wouldn’t hurt, would it? She just had to let it happen, let their bodies take charge. Then she would be free of him.

  Okay.

  “I promise,” Chad said. He scorched her skin with his breath and and sealed his promise with a kiss.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Every pump of her heart fogged her brain. Bonnie sat looking at the door like an idiot. She was in the bedroom on a large bed in Hotel DeMarco. She had little time to take in her surroundings before Chad pressed against her. She leaned her head back and arched up into him. His stubbled face buried between her neck and shoulders, licking, biting and teasing her soft, fragrant skin. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. She wore nothing except her shoes.

  She smelled the richly, manly musk of his skin. Earthy, edible, masculine—his delicious scent piqued her lust. Feverish, consumed by need, she expelling a moan, pushed his large shoulders to the bed, forcing him to lie back, so she could mount him. Although Chad needed no encouragement at all.

  “Let me taste it,” he growled. His eyes were hazy with lust, his voice powerful, demanding. He hauled her towards him, and pressing kisses up her belly, he dipped his tongue into her navel before working his way up to her breasts. “Put your pussy in my face.”

  Bonnie blushed. Leaning into him, she clawed her fingers through his hair, positioned her legs on either side of his torso, and rested her cheek on his head.

  Wrapping his arms around her, he licked each of her nipples, sucking them gently, then he lowered himself and hauled her up until her hips were past his head. Her thighs closed around him, straddling him, framing his head with her hands for balance.

  He caressed the gentle slopes of her breasts; when his hands grasped her aching nipples, they beaded with contact and heat quickly pooled between her legs.

  “Give it to me, Bonnie,” he said.

  And then his lips were on her, his tongue speared the seams of her lips, sending searing pleasure through her. She felt his stubbled cheeks scrape her thighs. A slow clenching began at her lower abdomen. Bonnie peered down to see his eyes shimmering with heat. His face flushed.

  Bonnie let out a painful sounding cry. She held his hands, which were clutching her breasts. Smothering his face, she began to rock back and forth, barely maintaining control.

  Tasting her,
breathing her scent, Chad's cock hardened to the point of sheer agony. Blissful anguish carrying with it the possibility that he might explode if she came in his mouth.

  “Oh fuck, Chad,” she whispered, as he thrusted his tongue through her damp lips. As she gyrated, he clasped his hands around her hips and then grabbed her cheeks firmly to steady her. With each lick he increased the pace, slow at first, then faster. She rode him harder and harder.

  Peering down, she saw it in his eyes, he wanted to taste every bit of her. Lust glittered in her eyes before she closed them, while a violent climax threatened to boil over. Pursing her lips, her stifled wail simmered to a whimper.