Chasing Bad Boys: A Bad Boy Romance Series (Chasing Bad Boys Book 2)

by Kylie Parker

  Leaning over to look at her, Lawrence spoke more softly, “What do you think babe?”

  Feeling put on the spot, Selena ducked her head down, avoiding the drooling gaze of the man beside her. For a minute she panicked and wanted to flee. Then, moving slowly, she whispered into his ear, “guava.”

  Lawrence’s eyes widened, and he wrapped one arm firmly around her waist. “Well gentlemen, goodnight.” He spoke clear and concise and walked away, with Selena beside him, cradled in his arms. They walked out the door, down the hall, and into an elevator. Once the door closed, Lawrence looked around and then whispered. “I am sorry.”

  Standing silently, Selena waited as Lawrence walked them to a private suite on the top floor. Once there, with the door shut tight behind them and the assurance that security was taken care of, she wrapped her arms around him.

  “Thank you.” She said kissing him over and over. “That was amazing.”

  “That’s what we do, babe.” He said. “That’s why we have the word. I want you to always be comfortable Selena.”

  Then scooping her up he kissed her lips and moved across her face, down her neck to her chest. She moaned and wiggled eager to get him naked. Illuminating the room with the touch of a switch, Lawrence swung around, previewing the luxurious room by giving her a 360-degree view. She giggled in his arms, giddy about finally getting him alone. Setting her down he slipped her dress off with a tug and pushed her onto the bed. Then, stripping off his clothes, letting them fall onto the floor with her dress he stalked towards her, his eyes on her body, licking his lips with anticipation.

  “Are you comfortable?” He asked Selena, hovering over her quivering body.

  “Yes. Please touch me, Maestro.” She begged, arching into him.

  He met her need and touched her with his hands, chest, skin and tongue. Simply and primal he ravaged every inch of her taking her and making her his with every thrust. Overcome by his intense need, the waves of passion built up and shattered repeatedly pushing Selena into orgasm as Lawrence continued pushing himself upon her. Finally, overcome by exhaustion, they collapsed onto each other.

  “I want to talk to you about something,” Lawrence said, once their breathing returned to a slower pace.

  “Anything,” Selena said

  “I want you, Selena. You are mine, and I need it to stay that way. But there are certain things that have to be done.” Lawrence began.

  “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 f
or 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 6

  Chapter One

  “Mayday, mayday… United 106 heavy on approach to Dulles Airport. We’re at 34,000ft in an accelerated stall…”

  At 7:30 pm on Saturday, March 12th, 2016, 22-year old first officer John Samuels relayed a mayday call in a panic. His much more experienced captain had just risen from his seat and was facing him before suffering a heart attack and collapsing onto the control yoke and onto Samuels himself, pushing the yoke forcefully all the way down. A rather thin man with a dark complexion could do nothing to move the enormous, 6’3” and 315lbs captain away from the control yoke or himself. His head was resting on his right leg while his large stomach kept pressing the yoke down.

  “Roger that, United 106. Push the yoke up and…”

  “Negative, Dulles tower. The captain has collapsed onto the yoke and will not allow me to push it up…” At that moment, Samuels paused and placed his right thumb and index finger on Captain Richardson’s neck, searching for a pulse.

  “I am getting no pulse from the Captain, Dulles. I think he’s dead,” Samuels announced. Silence followed his last remark. Five seconds later, he received a completely unhelpful response.

  “Roger that, United 106.”

  The young first officer checked his altimeter. His Boeing 767 had already lost more than 6,000ft of altitude and was falling from the sky like a rock. Unwilling to wait for any assistance from the control tower, he grabbed the microphone over his head and addressed the passengers:

  “Ladies and gentlemen, I request anyone with flying experience to come to the cockpit. This is an emergency. Repeat, this is an emergency.”

  However, up until that moment, every passenger had already realized that the plane was near doom. Samuels could hear the screams of his 195 passengers and his all-female cabin crew could not possibly lend him a helping hand. It seemed that the only way out of this catastrophic scenario was brute force. A skinny, 5’9” man like him had no chance of pulling Richardson off of him and, more importantly, the control yoke.

  midst all the chaos, a first class passenger wearing a navy-blue cashmere suit unbuckled his seatbelt and arose to his impressive, 6’4” stature. It was Dean Marshall, heir to the famous Marshall family. Indeed, Dean was an enormous and athletic 214lbs, 32-year old man with more than 3,000 flight hours under his belt in a smaller, but equally sophisticated aircraft. He used to fly all three of his corporate jets all around the States, yet, for once, he had decided not to fly to Washington in one of those. Marshall wanted to keep the reasons for his visit secret. He was on the verge of a major breakthrough: A complex piece of software that could eventually replace pilots. Handsome, eligible billionaires like him never go unnoticed, and the last thing he needed was the paparazzi chasing him around for a statement or a photograph. With short, straight black hair, sky-blue eyes, high cheekbones, a chiseled face, full lips, and a massive chest acquired by endless hours of freediving, Dean Marshall was a great-looking man.

  Straightening the suit jacket, out of the corner of his eye and through the tiny opening in the blue curtain, ten feet to the left, Dean caught a flight attendant rushing through the narrow corridor of the passenger cabin. She was a beautiful, slender blonde. She had to be at least 5’9” (not counting her heels), wearing a dark-blue, knee-long dress and black pantyhose, like all United Airlines female flight attendants. However, the young man had no time for flirting. He turned his head to the right and faced the locked, cockpit door, seven feet across him.

  Just when he reached it, he heard her sweet, feminine voice and sensed a featherlike touch on his left shoulder.

  “Sir!” she exclaimed.

  “Sir, do you any flying experience?” At that moment, Dean faced the young
flight attendant and only then did he realize just how beautiful she was: She could not have been more than 25 or 26 years-old. She had long, curly blonde hair, light-green eyes, low cheekbones, a celestial nose, and fleshy lips.

  “Yeah, I’ve been flying jets for more than six years, Ms…Stiles,” Dean responded in his usual, firm tone, reading the name tag on the left side of her chest, three inches below her shoulder. His voice was deep and manly. Immediately, the young woman opened a small cabinet next to her, pulled out a key and opened the cockpit door.

  At that sound, Samuels looked over his right shoulder and saw the two of them entering.

  “Sir? I need your help!” he yelled. Dean remained calm and composed. As a pilot, he had faced similar circumstances before, but he had to know more about their situation before he could assist Samuels.

  “Can you please take the captain off of me and the control yoke?” Samuels’ voice got even louder. Without uttering a word, Dean made two steps to the right and leaned forward. He then went to squeeze his large, long arms under Captain Richardson’s stomach.

  “Ok, help me out here, man. What’s your name again?” Dean kept his voice down; it was important not to add to Samuels’ stress.

  “My name’s John Samuels. What would you have me do, sir?”

  “Name’s Dean Marshall. Push him up. Push him way up. This guy weighs a ton…” Dean gritted his teeth and flexed his arm muscles, in an attempt to lift Richardson. Samuels put his right hand on the captain’s face and his left hand on his chest.

  “Ok. 3,2,1… Push!”

  After Dean’s countdown, both men flexed their muscles. The young first officer soon blushed while gritting his teeth. Squinting at him and also gritting his teeth, Dean saw a large vein on Samuel’s forehead; it was about to explode. Realizing how heavy Richardson was, he held him even tighter in his grasp, leaned forward, and stuck his left cheek on his back. Then, flexing every muscle in his body, he continued his seemingly hopeless attempt to remove the captain from the control yoke.