“I…”
“Open your eyes.” He bit my ear with more force than normal, but it served to pull me out of my head.
Forcing my lashes to lift, I looked straight ahead, staring out at nothing.
“Look down.”
Automatically, I did, and it had me shivering, arousal punching into me as I caught sight of myself. He had my breast in his left hand, my nipple pink against his darker, rougher hands. My chest rose and fell raggedly, while down lower, part of his right hand was hidden inside my panties.
In that very moment, he circled my clit with his fingers.
I cried out and moved against him, pleasure slamming into me. I grabbed his thighs and arched up, the lash of pleasure biting in me again as he repeated the caress.
“Tha’s it, love … Tha’s it … Ride my hand now…”
He crooned in my ear, his words jumbling together in a slow, seductive caress as he stroked his fingers around my clitoris. A hot, tight knot of pleasure gathered and grew inside me, threatening to explode.
Then slowly, he screwed two fingers inside me.
A scream lodged inside my throat, but I couldn’t voice it.
Sean twined his fist in my hair and yanked my head back.
Savagely, he brought his mouth down on mine. Just before he kissed me, he ordered, “Come now, Ella. Come for me…”
I came.
Convulsing and shaking, I arched against him and rode his hand, chasing the orgasm with everything I had in me.
It broke over me, and then it started again.
It was pain and it was pleasure and it was perfection.
And when it ended, I started to cry.
Sean gathered me into his arms and held me.
When the storm ended, he picked me up. I barely noticed, exhausted and stunned into a near stupor.
I didn’t even think to question it when we lay down on the couch.
I didn’t even think to question it when he pulled a lush cashmere throw over us.
In that moment, I couldn’t have questioned anything.
* * *
Morning came.
There had been a single call from Paul to check on me and I knew I’d answered, knew I’d told him that he could pick me up at ten, but it almost felt like somebody else had taken over my body, dealt with that tedious business of being.
Now, though, as the sun warmed us, I lay with my back against Sean, my body aching from lying in such a confined space for hours on end.
I felt more complete than I’d ever felt.
I couldn’t explain it and I couldn’t define it.
But one thing I could do?
I wanted more.
I wanted so much more.
“I should have asked for the full thirty nights,” I said.
The words shattered what had been a complete, absolute silence.
Sean’s lips brushed my shoulder. “Hmmm?”
Forcing myself to smile, I sat up. My lower back protested and I reached behind, bracing my hands against it as I stretched.
Sean’s hands brushed mine away and I groaned as he started to rub in soft, soothing strokes.
“Nothi…”
“I’m open to modifying the terms of the contract.” He sat up, drawing me back into the curve of his body. “After all, you’re paying me a lot of quid.”
I smiled at the slang. “You’ve got another job,” I reminded him. “I don’t want to interfere with that.”
“Then we just stretch it out over a few more weeks. Thirty nights. It’s fair.”
Thirty nights.
I thought back to the past night—the past week.
I’d known more pleasure, more normalcy in the past week than I’d had in my entire life.
It would end badly. I could almost see it looming before me.
Sean would go back to his life.
I’d go back to mine.
He’d leave this unscarred, but I wouldn’t.
I found myself nodding anyway.
“I think I like the idea of it,” I murmured.
“You’ve got yourself a dirty little playmate for the foreseeable future then, Your Highness.”
I glanced over my shoulder at him. It was almost easy to lift my hand and press it to his cheek and hold him there. It was the first time that I kissed him.
The first, but hopefully not the last.
End of Part 1
Ella and Sean’s story continues in Thirty Nights with a Dirty Boy: Part 2 …
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Shiloh Walker has been writing since she was a kid. She loves reading and writing, anything paranormal, anything fantasy, and nearly every kind of romance. Once upon a time she worked as a nurse, but now she writes full time and lives with her family in the Midwest. She has authored dozens of works of romantic suspense, contemporary and paranormal romance, and urban fantasy under the name J.C. Daniels. Look for her new romance Headed for Trouble, coming soon from St. Martin’s Press. You can sign up for email updates here.
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CONTENTS
Title Page
Copyright Notice
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
About the Author
Copyright
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
“Thirty Nights with a Dirt Boy: Part 1” Copyright © 2016 by Shiloh Walker.
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