Filth by Dakota Gray

Author:Dakota Gray
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: filth series, interracial romance, erotic contemporary romance, alpha hero, Romance, erotic novella, retelling, dakota gray
Publisher: Confessions of a Romance Author
Published: 2016-11-20T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

ROBYN

R: Is it possible to break a vagina? Asking for a friend.

Samantha, in her infinite wisdom replies back with, Are you in a romance novel? If so, carry on. Pussies are like Teflon in those.

Nate laughs and my face heats. I glance at him to see if he's been reading over my shoulder. His attention is on the TV. No joke, he's engrossed in Scandal. We're on his couch. I'm on his lap and he's sprawled sideways to watch the screen. I'm waiting on Uber to come rescue me from myself.

I'm not sure if it's possible, because even though he seems to be watching the show intently, his dick is paying attention to me. I'm sore and tempted and...so, yeah, I'm still one hundred percent unhinged.

My skin prickles right before turns he eyes me. His damp strands have a wave to them. His lashes are spiky from the water. His smolder game is A-one. I can feel my clothes dissolve under the heat of it.

“Don't even look at me in a sexy way.”

“Then wear panties.”

I'm doing my best not to smile. Thankfully my phone gives a soft buzz. “Learn some self-control,” I mutter at myself.

S: Are you staying?

R: Waiting for my ride now.

S: Why?

R: Work.

S: Liar.

He shifts and his dick gives me a poke like hi, whatcha doing? I doubt his movements are innocent because he's smirking when I steal a look in his direction.

I swear. This man. “Now that I think about it, if I were to wear panties, you'd just steal them.”

“Where's the car?” he asks.

“Stop trying to think about how fast you can fuck me.”

“Robyn.” He lowers his voice. If I had on panties they would melt. “You seem tense. I know what would help.”

Little known fact: All pussies can meow. Hand to god. “We're not doing that again.” He shifts his dick in a way that makes me clench. “Not today,” is my addendum.

“Will you be wearing panties tomorrow? Because if you're not...”

I'm pretty sure ice, and then a warm bath could get me back in working order.

And that's just sad. That's rock bottom. What happened to the kickass me who could spurn men without breaking a sweat? Aren't you supposed to get past a certain age and you're able to make smart decisions, and good dick can't sway you?

I'm wavering, wondering if I should go. Another hour won't hurt will it?

I say more for myself than him, “I'm working tomorrow.”

And after work?

Shut up, inner voice.

He holds my stare, and I'm pretty sure he wants to ask me the same question.

“The only acceptable thing I'll take from you is my computer. What's your number so you have my information when it's ready?”

See how I did that? There's “not my finest hour” and this dick-combobulated Robyn.

“Oh,” he says all slow and sly, “you mean my bank account number? My mama believes hard-earned work deserves pay.” He laughs after he tells me the numbers, but I'm not sure if he's serious.

I'm hoping between right now and when the computer is ready I'll find the self-respect I must have kicked under the hotel room's bed.

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