The Screw Ball (Indianapolis Lightning Book 3) Samantha Lind (story books to read .txt) 📖

sure tomorrow I’ll have little bruises from them. Not that I care, I love the way he can so easily take control of my body, knowing so many ways to bring me to orgasm. After that promise weeks ago that we’d be adventurous in bed together, we’ve tried so many things I’ve only ever seen in movies or read about in books. Never in a million years did I think I’d become adventurous with my sex life, but here we are, very satisfied and willing to give most things a try.

“I could eat you and just skip dinner altogether,” he says before his lips find the tops of my breasts that are peeking out the top of my V-neck T-shirt.

“As pleasurable as that sounds, you need sustenance to function, so you have to eat something other than just me,” I tell him, trying not to moan the words out as he teases my body into a frenzy.

“If you insist,” he says, just as the timer goes off, letting us know it is time for the next step.

We sit down, enjoying the salmon, rice pilaf, and sautéed veggies that we made for dinner tonight. I’ve always enjoyed cooking, but when I’d do so for just me, I wasn’t always that fancy, as it felt like a waste to spend all this time cooking when I was the only one enjoying it. But now that I’ve got a pretty sexy assistant, it makes cooking fun and very much like an extended foreplay session.

“So, if I have to wear something skimpy, what will you be wearing?” I ask Lucas as we finish up dinner and get everything cleaned up. Working together, we’re able to get it done fairly fast.

“I’ll be wearing some slacks and a button up shirt,” he tells me.

“Tie?” I ask.

“Nope,” he says, tapping his index finger against the tip of my nose. “Now, go put on something sexy. I want to see all that glorious skin.”

I give him one last, quick kiss before I head for my room.

I stand in my closet, looking around at everything I have, trying to decide what is the skimpiest outfit. I don’t usually dress all that skimpy, so I don’t really have much that, in my mind, fits, so I settle on a little black dress. You can never go wrong with one. This one has a deep V-neck, which works well with my boobs, showing off a nice amount of cleavage without being porn-star exposed. It hits a few inches above my knees and has a small little slit up the back.

I pull out some of my sexiest lingerie to wear, as well, then head to the bathroom to start getting ready.

Without knowing exactly where we’re going, but knowing what we’re both wearing, I decide to make my makeup a little more dramatic than I normally wear it. A dark, smokey eye and pair it with a bright and bold red lip. I have a feeling that I’ll be bringing Lucas to his knees in more than one way tonight, and I am here for that!

With my makeup and hair done in loose curls, I slip my matching bra and panties on, then the dress over top. I can’t quite get it zipped myself, so I go in search of Lucas.

“Lucas,” I call from the doorway of my room. “I need your help,” I tell him before he comes down the hall.

“Fuck me,” he growls when he sees me standing in the doorway. “Maybe we should just scrap going out,” he says, crowding me until I have no choice but to step backwards into the bedroom.

“Nope, not after it took me this long to put this look together; you’re taking me wherever it is that you think we need to go. Then, you can bring me back home and take this off of me,” I tell him. “Now, zip me up,” I instruct, turning so my back is exposed to him. “Please,” I add as an afterthought when I look over my shoulder at him and see the lust burning in his eyes.

“You’re going to torture me all night. I’m going to have fantasies of those red lips wrapped around my cock until it finally happens,” he says, nipping at my shoulder as he slides the zipper the rest of the way up.

“Mhmmm, I can’t wait,” I tell him, shifting just enough so my ass grazes his groin. I can feel how hard he is as he presses even more against my ass.

“You are a little vixen, you know that. Now, let’s go, otherwise, we won’t ever get out of here,” he says.

I do my own inspection of him in his tight slacks and button-up shirt that is rolled to the elbows. I don’t know what it is about a man in a dress shirt with his sleeves rolled, but damn if it doesn’t make my panties wet.

Lucas escorts me down to his car, ever the gentleman who opens doors and waits to close it until I’m settled into the seat. We pull out and into traffic. I still have no clue where we’re going and I’m still confused when we pull into the parking lot of what looks like an industrial building. “Ummm, babe. Where exactly are we?” I ask, a little nervous.

“Do you trust me?” he asks again. I turn to face him as best as I can in the car. I do my best to read his body language and facial expressions.

“Of course,” I tell him.

“Okay then,” he says, and gets out of the car, coming around to open my door. He slides his hand into mine, intertwining our fingers as he leads me to an unmarked door. He enters a code on the keypad, and we can hear the lock disengage. He opens the door, and we walk into a very bland-looking entryway. He enters a code into a second door, but when this one opens, the walls are professionally decorated. The lights are slightly dimmed, and soft music