One Night Stand with the Rockstar (With the Rockstar #1) (rockstar romance series) Read Online Free Page B

topless woman, he took the handcuffs off his pants.
    “Hands behind your back,” Slader
whispered.
    The woman complied. She had no
choice. She was signed to be there to do anything commanded. Anything.
    The word anything made Slader think
of Jessica.
    He grew angry.
    He slipped the handcuffs over the
woman’s wrists and handcuffed to a large equipment case. There was no way the woman
would be able to move.
    Slader took a step back and nodded.
    “Like what you see?” the woman
asked.
    “I do now.” He stepped towards her
and placed his lips to her lips. He tasted vodka and lipstick. A rockstar’s
after party calling. She opened her mouth and Slader pulled away. “Now you’ll
know what it’s like to want something and watch it walk away.”

 
    I’ll
spend my life, for you.
    I’ll
take my life, with you.
    I’ll
share my life, as none.

.5.
     
    Carrie sat on the corner of her
bed. Her body was warm even though the room was cool. She was naked, her heart
racing. She looked to her heavy breasts, her thick nipples, and she quietly
looked around the room, making sure she was alone, and she gently gripped her
chest. She held her breasts in her hands and squeezed. Her thumbs grazed her
nipples, causing a flood between her legs.
    “Fuck,” she whispered.
    Her eyes looked to the clock. She
still had three hours until John went home.
    That was the deal.
    She squeezed again and gently
moaned.
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    The feelings inside her were really
mellow and really good. She needed a third hand right then, one between her
legs. One to ease her into a satisfying orgasm. To get the rest of the pleasure
out. The needs that John couldn’t satisfy. The needs he left.
    Carrie used her right hand and
stretched her fingers, pinching both her nipples. It was hard to do, but it
worked. Her left hand crept down her body. She opened her legs, ready to touch
herself. She could do this quick. All she needed was a minute - maybe less -
right at her clit.
    “Fuck,” she whispered again.
    “Fuck,” a voice said.
    Carrie’s hands opened and she
froze.
    “Fuck,” John repeated. “What are
you doing, Carrie?”
    “Nothing,” Carrie lied.
    Lying was no good.
    Lying was trouble.
    Lying was a breach of contract.
    “Are you touching yourself?” John
asked. “We just fucked... did I not...”
    “John,” Carrie whispered. “Please.
I kept to what you wanted. Didn’t I?”
    John had his pants on and nothing
else. He stood next to Carrie. She looked up at his endless skinny body and into
his eyes. His blue eyes. They were nothing but a disguise of innocence. John
was calculating and very smart. With John, Carrie was able to experience the
world in a way she never thought possible. But it all had to remain secret.
That was part of the contract too.
    Literally.
    “What were you doing then?” John
asked.
    “Sitting here, thinking,” Carrie
said. “Something came over me. So...”
    “You’re still horny,” John said.
“What have I created here?”
    John smiled.
    Carrie’s cheeks burned red.
    She felt sexy. Being near someone
like John, who did have a lot of pull and power, and being able to catch him
off guard made her feel really good about herself.
    “We have a real estate deal my
company wants,” John whispered. “It’s for a block of condos ten miles from
here.”
    Carrie took a breath. She looked
down at her naked body. Her body that was still lingering to be touched. To be
had. To be enjoyed.
    “You need me?” Carrie asked.
    “Well, when you say it like that...
you make it sound like I really need you,” John said.
    He walked to the door and grabbed a
dark pink robe from the back of it. He threw it to Carrie. She stood and put
the robe on. The soft cloth normally felt comfortable, especially on a cool
fall morning or a cold winter night. But the soft cloth only did harm right
then. The cloth touched Carrie’s sensitive nipples. The warmth of the robe
hugged her, reminding her how turned on she still