Filthy Playboy (Cocky Suits Chicago Book 3) by Alex Wolf & Sloane Howell

Author:Alex Wolf & Sloane Howell [Wolf, Alex]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-01-02T18:30:00+00:00

Abigail

Groaning and stretching, I come to and look around the room. The smell of fresh coffee wafts into my nose. I smile as memories of last night play through my mind. I spent the night with Dexter.

Holy crap.

And we had sex. Not just any sex, but like the whole spectrum from making love to hardcore banging, for lack of a better phrase. Phenomenal freaking sex.

The ache between my thighs reminds me just how good he was, and his words filter through my brain. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you still feel me inside you a month from now.”

I squirm in his bed just thinking about it. He wasn’t lying. He has magical powers. I’m convinced of it.

My cell phone beeps from somewhere in the room. I rub my eyes and slide out of bed. I help myself to a t-shirt from Dex’s drawer and find my way to his bathroom. I go through the motions of washing my face and brushing my teeth with my finger. It’s not the best method but I don’t want to have horrible morning breath if he kisses me. It should work.

I find my purse on a chair along with my dress. Pulling out my phone, I scroll through my missed texts while the sound and smell of bacon frying sweeps into the room.

Kyle: Wow. That guy is a fucking asshole.

Kyle: He headbutted Nick.

Kyle: Do you even give a shit?

Kyle: Did you really go home with him?

Kyle: Nick saw you get in his car.

Kyle: I don’t know if we can hang out anymore if you’re going to date that guy.

I shake my head. He’s not sure if we can hang out? I don’t even know how to respond to that. I don’t like ultimatums, and I believe what Dexter said. It hurts like hell, but I feel like Kyle played me like a fool.

I was nice to him. I genuinely thought he was my friend. I don’t know what to do. He’s still my neighbor and it’ll be impossible to avoid him until I can move out. I’ll just have to nod and smile in the hallway until I can find a way to deal with it somehow.

I stop in the living room and cover my mouth when I glance in the kitchen. Dexter is completely naked, dancing around and singing, using the spatula as a microphone. He pauses during the chorus, between flipping two eggs, and does a little helicopter twirl with his dick, then goes right back to cooking.

Laughter erupts from somewhere deep inside me. I don’t even know how I laugh that hard, but I can’t freaking breathe.

Dex sees me and shoots me that boyish grin of his, then shrugs. “Tha fuck ya gonna do?” he says in some kind of Boston accent.

I shake my head and finally manage to control myself. To his credit, he stops dancing after he sees me. I wonder if he’s embarrassed he got caught and is playing it cool.

I walk over as he puts everything onto two plates.

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