Perv (Filth #1) by Dakota Gray

Author:Dakota Gray [Gray, Dakota]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B01GR4S8II
Published: 2016-08-22T23:00:00+00:00

~CHAPTER SEVEN~

Robyn glances at me, flushes deeply, and looks forward again. “Don't even look at me in a sexy way.”

“Then wear panties.”

I catch the smile before she sucks her teeth at me. “Learn some self-control.”

She tells me this as we wait for her Uber ride in my living room. The TV is playing one of those shows that is on a perpetual rerun. She's sideways on my lap, on her phone, doing her best to ignore my dick.

I'm kind of sprawled to the side, leaning on the couch arm so I can see the flat screen. It's the perfect position for reverse cowgirl, with a little adjusting, and that's why I dragged her into my lap while we wait. Call me what you want, but I'm an optimist.

She frowns at her phone and types in a message. “Now that I think about it, if I were to wear panties, you'd just steal them.”

I would, and I would sniff them if the thought of her tried to stray from my mind. I'm fucked when it comes to her. I know this, but I don't think she realizes her power yet. I plan to keep things between us that way until I can—come up with a plan? A cure? Or fuck, know where her head is at.

“Where's the car?” I ask, trying for casual.

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

I wasn't. Entirely. I was just going to fingerbang her so if her mind tried to stray away from me and back to revenge...

My mind catches on that thought, and I have to question my own understanding of how we arrived to this moment where we're sitting in my living room with her on my lap.

I...don't know. All I can say for sure is that whenever I touch her, when I make her come, she hates me a little more. She also craves my touch, my tongue, my cock a little deeper.

Neither of us can walk away from this fucking train wreck.

Another plop of water hits my chest, stealing my attention for a moment. We've showered, and her hair is still dripping. I don't mind it. She smells like my soap and that Robyn factor.

After the shower, I had her spread eagle again on my bed because she was looking at me all pissed off.

“Robyn,” I say softly, my accent smooth as butter, “you seem tense. I know what would help.”

“We're not doing that again.” She purses her lips and looks back at me with an expression that makes my cock twitch. “Not today.”

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

“I'm working tomorrow,” she says in a prim, clipped tone. “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?”

I give her my account number first, jokingly, and add something about my mama believes in hard-earned work. I plan to make her computer for free, because that's what Southern boys do sometimes. She continues to pay attention to her phone when mine beeps three times.

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