Chasing Bad Boys: A Bad Boy Romance Series (Chasing Bad Boys Book 6)

by Kylie Parker

  “Ok,” Selena said, uncertain at what he was getting at, too comfortable on his chest, with his arms around her to move and see his expression. “I am sorry about earlier this evening…I didn’t mean to…I…I…”

  “You trusted me and used our word. You did what you are supposed to.” He tightened his hold on her. “You proved that you are mine, and I was hoping you would agree to my terms.”

  “Terms?” Selena asked, her head spinning trying to decipher what he meant. When she played, she played for keeps, but she figured for Lawrence it was more businesslike. Just like the merger he would acquire women and use them when it suited. When a man could have any woman he wanted, he didn’t choose just one woman.

  “We both want to keep playing; that much is obvious. If we can’t keep our hands off each other, we need an agreement. And, I am not sure if you have done this before, but it is safer for both parties to get it in writing.” Lawrence spoke slowly, rubbing his hands up and done her, rolling closer to her, beginning to touch her once more.

  “All I want is to touch you. Our games. They make me feel…amazing. What sort of agreement do you mean?” Selena asked feeling again like she was in business negotiations with the man. But he had the upper hand, didn’t he. He was the only person who knew she didn’t write the articles. She sighed.

  “Up until now, we have had a spoken understanding. That will not work for a permanent situation. I am asking you to sign a legal document, a play agreement.” Lawrence shifted to look at her, sensing she was unsure, aching to stop talking and enjoy her once more. His legal department had been bugging him since it became obvious he was spending excessive time with her. They always covered him, and he knew, for the bigger picture they were right. He had taken risks even they didn’t know about.

  “Can I read it before I decide?” Selena asked tentatively.

  “Of course. I will send you a copy, and you can review it. We will discuss it again tomorrow.” He kissed her and looked at her with his brooding eyes.

  Nervous and uncertain, she was too far in to just walk away now. She had risked too much, and she was beginning to need his touch, his gentle guidance and... his touch…rough…hard…gentle…she needed it. Would the agreement dictate how many orgasms she could have? She giggled out loud and covered her mouth. Then, feeling playful she pushed him onto his back and straddled him. Both still naked, she could feel the effect beneath her as the sheet fell from her and exposed her body moving on top of his. She danced a little grabbing his hands away when he tried to touch her, teasing him into full arousal. Holding her hands and swaying with her dance he watched her beautiful body with wide eyes. Bit by bit she lowered herself until he was fully inside her. Moaning she leaned forward and released his hands, her breasts rubbing his chest in time to their rhythm.

  In one swift motion, he grabbed her and flipped her over, without missing a beat. Holding her now in front of him he thrust hard, groaning deep and low. Reaching around he touched her, rubbing her even as he pushed deeper inside her. Crying out in pleasure, waves of intense passion swirling around her she begged for release, “Please Maestro, please.” She almost yelled.

  Lawrence stopped and pushed her back onto the bed, spinning her onto her back. Breathing heavy, she spread her legs and wrapped them around him, pulling her to him, aching for him to take her over the edge. Smiling mischievously, he pushed his hips back into and lay on top of her, refusing yet to satisfy her.

  “Not yet you naughty girl, we finish when I tell you. Got it?” Lawrence asked.

  “Yes, Maest-OHHHH!” Selena finished in ecstasy as Lawrence put his mouth to her breast, tonguing her with the same rhythm he was using between her legs, stopping once again just short of sending her over the edge.

  He stopped again and hovered over again, watching her try to stay still. Slightly squirming she bit her lip silently begging him to take her. She would do anything he wanted, sign anything, and agree to anything she just needed him to touch her to fulfill her deep desire for him. Watching her eyes on him he sank himself into her once more, relishing the wanton look in her eyes, dripping with need. She pulled him into her and held him tight, legs locked around his hips as the built their rhythm moving faster and faster until together they shuddered their release. Neither of them spoke as they fell to the bed, holding hands.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Waking up, Selena reached for Lawrence and found the bed empty. Sitting up in the dark she blinked to get her eyes working. Across the room he turned to her, standing at the counter, humming quietly to himself. It was a new side of him. She shivered and snuggled into the blanket watching him standing at the counter, eating something, his white robe accentuated his dark tanned skin. She closed her eyes, keeping very still. Even the way he moved and ate was powerful, determined. A man who needed a contract for every aspect of his life. She laughed to herself and enjoyed watching him as he assumed she went back to sleep. For a moment she wondered how many other girls he had like her. She shut the thought down, knowing he was with her now, and the rest didn’t matter. She would feel better after she had seen the contract.

  A while later, it must have been a few hours as the light was pushing its way through the drawn curtain, Lawrence woke her up with breakfast in bed. He sat beside her and spoke while she ate.

  “I have to go into the office to smooth over some issues. I’ll have a car come taken you back home. They will call when it arrives. I will meet you back there later this afternoon, and we can talk. Oh my Selena, I need to get you away somewhere, soon. But for now, you head home tomorrow, and I fly out for another meeting. So we will have to figure something out when I get back.” He kissed her when she stopped eating and looked at him with wide eyes. He was still in his robe, and he slid in closer to her, bracing her one side. “I don’t want to push you into anything. So while I have sent you the contract, I think we should wait to talk about it until I get back.”

  “Okay.” Selena agreed, forcing herself not to jump up and read it immediately.

  “Okay,” Lawrence repeated tilting her face to his and kissing her long and hard. “I have to go. I will see you later.”

  “Have a good day,” Selena smiled. When he shut the door behind him, she collapsed on the bed. He is not so eager to get the contract signed; maybe he is really flying off to see one of his other girls. One who does what he says and does not cause extra work for him. Signing, she pushed herself out of bed and showered. Getting dressed around Lawrence was always a treat because new clothes that fit her perfectly were always waiting for her. A more casual pants and shirt, conservative yet tailored, made of soft linen; Selena put them on realizing she hadn’t worn a bra the night before. Well so much for conservative. Her breasts bounced playfully under her soft shirt.

  Her phone’s battery was dead, and she slammed her fist in frustration. She had been putting off checking it, to read the contract and now she would have to wait longer. As she was trying to charge it the phone rang, it was her ride. Time to go. She looked around the room one last time to see if there was anything she was forgetting. On the way home, she charged her phone in the vehicle, reading the contract as it charged. At first, it was just a typical non-disclosure agreement, which made sense to Selena because of Lawrence’s power and position. The contract itself was more thorough, and it made their relationship sound like a business deal. And that is exactly what it would be. To the public, friends and family they would have a relationship but in private things would be much more complicated. He wanted her to submit to him, full time. Even reading over his requests, what would be required of her, laid out in simple legal terms, she felt herself growing hot.

  Section IV: Sub must not masturbate without expressed permission. All masturbation must be recorded and shared.

  If Sub disobeys, punishment will be three firm spanks. Four if masturbation leads to orgasm.

  Reaching down Selena touched herself, becoming wet with the idea of Lawrence dictating when she orgasmed, also tempting punishment she
wanted him to spank her; she was his naughty girl. Impulsively feeling naughty and turned on by the contract, a feeling that surprised her, Selena took out her phone and set the video to record. In the dark back of the limo, she touched her nipple through her shirt and then slowly pulled it up exposing her chest. Holding the camera to record her actions she played with her nipple, making it hard. Then, since she only had one hand free, she let it roam slowly down under her waistband and rubbed herself, moaning. “Oh Lawrence, I got so turned on reading the contract.”

  After a few minutes, Selena felt frustrated trying to pleasure herself with only one hand. She readjusted and instead viewed the video she made. Smiling at her naughtiness, she sent it to Lawrence with the title, OPEN ALONE. In the message, she wrote that she had made a little video of her reaction to the contract. Feeling pleased with herself and especially naughty she sat back until she arrived back home. To Lawrence’s home. Settling in she talked first to her editor, confirming yes she would be back tomorrow but she would not be back to work until after the weekend. Beth tried to convince her to stay away longer; she and her boyfriend were enjoying the place to themselves. Selena laughed and encouraged them to pretend she wasn’t there. And finally, she confirmed she would go to dinner with her parents.

  After all that, she went to the kitchen to get herself a drink. Her phone rang, and she recognized right away it was Lawrence. Had he watched her video? She answered the phone innocently. “Hi.”

  “You naughty girl.” He growled.

  “Oh Maestro, I couldn’t help it.” She teased. She heard noises as if people entered a previously empty room.

  “We’ll finish this later.” He said and ended the call.

  End of Sneak Peek

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  BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 7

  Chapter One

  Stephanie adjusted her bag on her shoulder as she made her way through the office and to her desk. Her heart pounded, and she couldn’t help but feel nervous as she prepared for her first day at her new job as Personal Assistant to Senator Chris Skii.

  Stephanie Roberson had just graduated college with her degree in political science. She had always wanted to change the world since she was a little girl. As she grew up, she realized that the best way that she ever had any hope of doing that was through politics. People often told her that there was no way any individual, particularly a young woman, could ever make a difference. But she was determined to prove them all wrong.

  No sooner had she graduated than she packed up all her things and moved off to find a job in Washington, D.C. She knew that she wouldn’t immediately be selected for any major role in any elections, but she knew that she needed to get her foot in the door as soon as was humanly possible.

  So, she had been absolutely delighted when she heard that Senator Chris Skii was in search of a new personal assistant. She had immediately sent in letters of reference and her resume, as well as her experience at her internship. After waiting anxiously for a response, she had been given the good news that she had been selected for the position.

  Naturally, she had never been so thrilled in her life. This was going to be exactly the thing she needed to start her life off in the right direction. She could make connections working for the Senator and truly begin to have an impact on the world around her.

  She also felt very fortunate and somewhat nervous about working with Chris Skii. Chris Skii was extremely rich, a billionaire, in fact. He had inherited a large fortune when his father died, and he insisted regularly that he intended to put that money to good use for the good of the people.

  Never before had Americans adored a Senator the way that they adored Chris Skii. He was the very definition of an All-American boy. He was the youngest Senator in United States History. Before that, he had been a representative for years and had made huge strides, which led to him being elected as Senator.

  Chris Skii had huge political ambitions, and he was a rare politician in that he was an independent. He avidly worked to dismantle the party system, which was what probably made him so popular, particularly to the voters. He condemned the bad parts about both of the major parties as he elevated the good parts, acknowledging that each of the parties had their pros and cons, and combined them to create a system of beliefs that could pander to everyone’s best interests. It was truly revolutionary, and the country had it’s eyes on Chris Skii as a symbol of hope and change.

  Naturally, Stephanie absolutely admired him. He was everything that she one day hoped to be. Well, she had no aspirations to become a billionaire. If in no other regard, she was at least realistic in that respect. She was more than eager to learn from him and reap every benefit possible from her time as his assistant.

  Stephanie continued through the office until she, at last, came to the door with a small plaque outside reading ‘Senator Chris Skii’. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

  The office was of a moderate size, with a desk in front of one wall, and another smaller desk in front of another, making a bit of a discontinued L shape. In front of the desks and in the center of the room was a coffee table, surrounded by chairs and couches. There was a stand by one of the chairs that held a decanter of some amber liquid, and a couple of tumblers.

  Stephanie could imagine the Senator drinking and reclining after a long day of business, and she couldn’t help the flutter of excitement that rose up inside her at the idea of being a part of that process. Stephanie moved over to her desk and began to arrange her things. She pulled out the copy of the Senator’s schedule that had been emailed to her. She honestly had no idea what the Senator would be asking her to do as his personal assistant, but she was intent on being as prepared as was possible for anything that he might ask of her.

  Stephanie vaguely noticed a coffee maker in one corner of the room. Her instincts told her to go ahead and get a pot started so that it would be close to ready when he came in, if not already done. She had no idea how he liked his coffee, but she did her best to set it to brew correctly. She vaguely wished that she had been better trained for this post, but she accepted that there was little use in wishing for what was obviously not going to happen.

  Once the coffee was brewing, Stephanie moved back to her desk and checked the time. Her heart fluttered excitedly as the clock read two minutes to eight. He would surely be coming in soon, and she would begin her tasks for the day. Sure enough, no sooner had she assessed the time than she heard the door to the office open.

  Chapter Two

  Stephanie could barely contain her excitement as Chris Skii himself walked into the office. His eyes immediately fell upon her, and he gave her a warm smile.

  “Hello,” he said, his voice calm and strong, just as it sounded on the speeches she had heard him give. “You must be Stephanie.”

  He held out his hand to shake, and Stephanie eagerly took it.

  “I am,” she confirmed, trying to be professional in spite of her excitement.

  “I see you started the coffee,” he said with a smirk. “That shows a lot of initiative. I like it.”

  He gave her a playful wink, and she blushed.

  “Thank you,” she said softly as he moved to sit behind his desk.

  The Senator proceeded to unpack several files from his briefcase, and Stephanie stood, somewhat anxiously as she awaited instructions. Thankfully, the coffee maker beeped as it completed its task, and she moved over to it.

  “Could you put two creams and sugars in mine?” the Senator called from his desk.

  “Yes sir,” Stephanie answered, and proceeded to make his drink. She took it over to his desk and set it down in front of him.

  “Go ahead and have some,” the man smiled pleasantly. “Help yourself to anything in the office. You work here too, now, and your job is every bit as important as mine. Don’t let anyone make you feel any differently.”

  Stephanie felt a blush bloom over her face as the man s
miled at her.

  “Thanks,” she said. “I’m glad you feel that way.”

  “You’ll find that most of us here do,” he said. “But, like everywhere, there are people who somehow think they’re better than everyone else. If anyone ever gives you any problems, you just let me know.”

  “I will,” Stephanie assured him.

  “Great,” he gave her a nod. “Go get your coffee and then pull a chair over here so we can discuss all the things you’ll do here.”

  Stephanie nodded and crossed the room back toward the coffee machine. She made up her drink with expediency and then moved back over to his desk, rolling her chair to sit down across from him.

  “Okay,” he sighed, furrowing his brows as if he was deep in thought. “So, for the most part, it’s pretty relaxed around here. Generally, what I will need you to do is simple tasks, like make copies and run files for me. Every time I have a meeting, you’ll go in and stay by my side. Sometimes I may have you go to a meeting as my representative if I’m busy at a certain time. You’ll take notes, and keep track of everything in case I miss something, and we’ll probably come back here afterward so I can discuss things with you. I looked at your resume, and it was very impressive.”

  “Thank you,” Stephanie said softly.

  “Well, that means I have high expectations from you,” he said, his voice firm. “And I’m going to use this as an opportunity to train you and get you ready for a life of politics. That is what you want, right? It definitely looked that way from your application.”

  “Of course,” Stephanie nodded eagerly.

  “Well, you came to the right place,” he smiled and leaned back in his chair. “I wish I had had a better mentor when I was your age. I mean, hey, I guess I turned out pretty well, but I still wish I had been able to have a better experience when I was just starting out. But none of that matters now. Look, just stick with me and do as I say, and I promise you will take a lot from this experience. Okay?”