by Kylie Parker
Table of Contents
Chasing Bad Boys: A Bad Boy Romance Series (Chasing Bad Boys Book 8)
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 2
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 3
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 4
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 5
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 6
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 7
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chasing Bad Boys: A Bad Boy Romance Series (Chasing Bad Boys Book 8)
Kylie Parker
Copyright © 2017 by Kylie Parker
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1. Sarah
2. Robbie
3. Sarah
4. Robbie
5. Sarah
6. Robbie
7. Sarah
8. Sarah
9. Robbie
10. Sarah
11. David
12. Sarah
13. Robbie
14. Sarah
15. David
16. Robbie
17. Sarah
18. David
19. Robbie
20. Sarah
21. Robbie
22. David
23. Robbie
24. Sarah
25. David
26. Robbie
27. Sarah
28. David
29. Robbie
30. David
31. Robbie
32. Sarah
33. Robbie
34. Sarah
35. David
36. Sarah
37. Sarah
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 2
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 3
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 4
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 5
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 6
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 7
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
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Chasing Bad Boys is a collection of scorching hot standalone romances in the Chasing Bad Boy Romance Series.
Each story has it’s own panty melting bad boys with their own individual stories so you can pick up anywhere in the series.
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1
Sarah
The walk from my office to the car park reminded me of where I was heading. A lonely empty apartment, the aching muscles on me neck reminded me of my tiresome day and the heels on my feet did not make it any better. The FBI parking lot was quiet and still, almost everyone had turned in for the day, and my car was among the last ones parked. The chip of the alarm sounded through the air as I got closer to my car and got into the driver’s seat.
I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel as I checked the mirrors and tried to decide what I was going to have for supper that day. I was bored of takeout food and eating alone
at a restaurant looked desperate and almost pathetic. After running a hand through my hair, my mind was made up on two-minute noodles and beer. A call came through for me just as I was about to pull out and I picked it up via the Bluetooth in my car.
“Hello.”
“Hello, is this Sarah Andrews?”
“Speaking.”
I already had a hunch it was a social call anyone else from work would have addressed me professionally.
“You asked me to remind you about your appointment today at 11:00.”
A quick glance at my wrist watch made me aware of the time and realization that I only had an hour to the appointment which had totally slipped my mind.
“Yes I did, thank you for the reminder. Is everything set up?”
“Like you asked ma’am.”
“Thank you, I should be there on time.”
My body immediately started sending anticipation signals all through my being as soon as I hang up the phone. My stiff neck and aching limbs were longing for a relaxation mode, and I couldn’t think of anything better. I was sometimes too good to myself.
I decided to have dinner before my appointment; God knows I would need the strength. The cold night air bit hard into my skin as I reversed from the parking lot with my window down but I ignored it. I was looking forward to the night ahead, very few things excited me these days and the thought of my destination was riveting. I gobbled down a burger with fries from a fast food take out that was only minutes away before hitting the road again.
There was no traffic as I headed to the much familiar neighborhood; the excitement grew as I drove. I could compare this moment to the adrenaline rush I felt every other time I held a gun in my hand. There was always a sense of power behind the trigger and truth be told I sometimes got turned on by it.
There were a few cars parked next to mine, and I recognized two of them but who was I to judge, everyone derived pleasure in their own unusual way. The house had no activity, and one could not really tell if there was a party or anyone in it. My standard drill was like a second language whenever I got here; I had to check out the vicinity and find out who was lurking in the shadows. Satisfied that no one was trailing me, I walked over to the front porch, and my crotch responded with a summersault.
The sound of the doorbell ringing throughout the house reminded me of the house I grew up in once I pressed it. A feeling of nostalgia settled well on me, and I wondered what my mother would think about my extracurricular activities. “You are better than this Sarah, you should get a man and settle down, I want a grandbaby.”
I could literally hear her nagging voice echo in my mind as I waited for whomever as on the other side to open the door.
“Miss Andrews.”
“Hello Sam,” I answered as I stepped into the house “Is everything set up for me?”
“You know we aim to please ma’am.”
“Like hell you do.”
“Right this way,” Sam began heading down a hallway and lead me straight to a basement. I had always admired what the owner had done with the place. Discretion was critical when it came to this business, and much thought had been placed into it. The basement was where all the action happened; it was sound proof and one could easily have a different decent party upstairs when the nasty and unspeakable happened literally right under their noses.
The atmosphere felt and smelled like sex which got me all the more excited. An almost nude waitress walked up to me and offered a glass of champagne; she was dressed in nothing but a red thong with knee high boots. Her tits were firm and perfect, and I could clearly see why she had been asked to serve topless that night. I accepted the drink and watched as she parted her lips and gave me a warm kiss at the same time grabbing my ass.
This was not just any kiss; it was the kiss of haze. She had a pill in her mouth which I happily accepted and watched as she winked at me and went her way.
It was not easy to tell the narcotics she had given me; even in my line of work all I did was see them not taste the evidence. I chose to wash it all down with the champagne and went on to follow Sam, who was only a few feet from me.
. The color theme for the night was bold and admirable a royal shade of purple had been chosen to blend with a daring gold. It gave the sex noises in the room an echo, but only one with a keen eye for detail like me would notice, it came with the territory I guess.
The basement was just as I could remember (the layout of course), the people were different but the pleasurable noises were not. They had partitioned it into separate compartments with drapes acting as doors where some were drawn back while others were left open.
After visiting a few sex clubs in and out of the city, I had come to realize that there were some people out there who would pay to watch live pornography. They never actually touched or indulged in the act, they simply got off by watching other people fuck while they sipped on expensive wine. I personally thought that was a waste of time and good wine, but you do what you got to do to get off, everyone had their own weird fantasies, and I was no exception.
“Have fun dear,” Sam said with a wink before walking away. He had come to a halt at the front of my compartment before turning on his heel and letting me be.
“I intend to.”
I took in a deep breath and let the anticipation grow for a longer minute before pulling back the drapes.
“Hello Daisy,” my favorite whore saluted before getting on her feet and walking towards me.
“Hey there summer,” I replied and if she was keen enough she could hear how tense and nervous I was. Even after being a frequent visitor at this club, I would always get nervous every time I saw summer. Maybe it was the way she would play with her tongue, and that got me turned on. Or the thought of what her hands would always do to me, I never could tell.
We always used code names when it came to this part of the town; Sam was the only one who knew our true identities, and that was because he dealt with payment. I sized her up as she walked towards me; it was like watching her step out of a Bollywood movie except there was no frantic dance moves and deafening song. She had on a matching pair of underwear that was red in color and quite suggestive, just as I had requested.
“I can see you followed my instructions.”
“Don’t I always?” Summer asked shyly before slowly getting on her knees with a seductive look fixed on me.
I let out another sly smile at this gesture; my wrench never wasted my time I had thought her well. I shut my eyes as she played with the zipper to my pants and pulled down my panties, there was never time for idle chit chat when it came to Summer, she always had a better use for her tongue.
“Where is Henry?” I asked dreamily. Summer had made me spread my legs and started licking my already wet and excited pussy. She had directed my foot to the edge of the bed so that she could get a better surface area to work on.
“I am right here,” Henry’s deep voice answered from behind me and I thanked my lucky stars that Summer did not have to pause what she was doing to answer my question “Have you missed me, Daisy?”
“Would I be here if I hadn’t?”
Henry stood behind me and cupped my breasts from my back; he then went on to nibble on my left ear as he fondled with my blouse and unclipped my bra, Henry also knew the rules he never wasted any time when it came to me.
These two people always made me grateful that I showed up, they knew what I liked and how I liked it. I absent-mindedly let out a pleasurable moan as I surrendered my being to them to do as they pleased. Sam was right, they indeed aimed to please. My phone rang when Summer was still playing with my cunt and Henry fingering me in the ass. I wanted to ignore it at first and cursed myself for not leaving it in the car but the thought of ignoring a late night call might lead to serious repercussions.
“Hello,” I answered in my professional tone and trying to hide how pissed I was.
“Agent Andrews, your presence is needed.”
“Where?”
“I wi
ll text you the address.”
Such calls were the worst, whenever the caller could not give you details of the case at hand over the phone, be afraid, be terrified.
I waited for the text to get through. I made a mental calculation in my head before looking at both Summer and Henry. I wished I could place them in my pocket and take them home with me.
“I will need you to hurry this along; I need to be out of here in fifteen minutes.”
“Roger that,” Henry answered and without warning bent me over and stuck his gigantic black dick inside my wet wanting pussy. I winced slightly as I thought of the last time I had been in here and got more than excited when he started thrusting.