Down & Dirty_Dex by Jeanne St. James

Author:Jeanne St. James [James, Jeanne St.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jeanne St. James
Published: 2018-11-02T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Brooke padded barefoot across her bedroom, keeping a careful eye on the two mugs of coffee she carried. She didn’t need to spill them on her white carpet. When she got to the end of the bed, she glanced up and what she saw drew a smile to her face.

Dex had a wrist handcuffed to each upper corner of the headboard. His legs were spread wide and thick black leather cuffs were buckled around each ankle with a strap connected under the bed to make sure he couldn’t close his legs.

His nipples were swollen and red, his lips as well. His cock now lay flaccid along his hip.

They’d had a good night. An active night. And this morning was even better.

Surprisingly, he hadn’t said no to any of her demands and he also had shown no fear to any of her suggestions. Things he’d never tried before.

Once again, she was pleased he was willing.

His eyes were dark as they roamed down her naked body. “Coulda let me go before makin’ coffee.”

“Could have,” she said, then moved around the bed to place the mugs on the nightstand. “But I decided I like you like that.”

“You decided,” he repeated in a mutter.

She had broken out most of her toys last night because she had wanted to push his boundaries. No matter what she did, he’d refused to even murmur the safe word she assigned him. Not once.

Which worried her a little because for a moment she had forgotten herself and found it a challenge to see just how far she could go and how much he’d resist saying it.

But she finally remembered herself and backed off since she didn’t want to ruin the experience for him.

Or her.

“Gonna help me drink my coffee or you gonna lemme go?”

With a sigh, she grabbed the cuff key from the dresser, but before releasing his wrists, she unbuckled the ankle cuffs and let them fall to the floor. Then she stared at him for a few moments, admiring his body, beautiful in its own way with the colorful tattoos, the dark scruff on his face and his intelligent brown eyes.

She had been so wrong. He was not a dumb biker. Maybe he didn’t have a college degree. And he certainly wasn’t a doctor, lawyer or financial wizard, but he wasn’t stupid.

His speech habits left something to be desired, but she considered it similar to an accent, something that you picked up from your environment and the people who surrounded you. Though the rest of his “brothers” spoke the same way, she found it funny, for the most part, that the club women didn’t. The men probably just didn’t give a shit.

She didn’t think Dex gave a rat’s ass what anyone thought of him. Of how he looked, how he acted, or how he talked.

Even her.

He hadn’t tried to impress her once.

No. She saw exactly who he was. He certainly didn’t hide it.

There was nothing fake about him.

So many men in her past had done their best to impress her.

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