Read Sex Machine: A Standalone Contemporary Romance for Free Online Page A

His expression darkens considerably.
    “Because of Jordan.”
    “For one thing.”
    “That was such a long time ago, Blake. I don’t want you to think I’m advocating on my own behalf, because I have no illusions that I might be the one to change your mind. But I knew her, and I loved her, and I can’t believe she’d expect you to spend the rest of your life alone because of an accident.”
    “I’d rather not talk about her, if that’s okay.”
    “I understand. It’s still painful.”
    “Always will be.”
    “So then you’re proposing an all-nighter?” I ask with a coy grin, hoping to make him smile again.
    His lips twist into a half smile. “If you can handle it. Are you up for that?”
    “I could be.”
    “Before you decide for sure, you should know I have a condition.”
    “What kind of condition?”
    “When we’re in bed, I’m in charge.”
    Although his words are wildly arousing, I can’t roll over and play dead on this one. “So I don’t get to please you?”
    “Pleasing you pleases me.”
    Well, damn… “What I did to you before…”
    “Was spectacular, and I’ll definitely want more.”
    “Okay, good, because it was spectacular for me, too.”
    His eyes go dark with lust, and his cock bumps up against my belly, letting me know it approves. “Any objections?”
    I shake my head. There’s a certain sort of comfort and safety that comes from having known him all my life. “So what happens now?”
    “We go back to bed. I’m not finished with you yet.”
    I glance down at The Cock, which is standing tall and proud, looking up at me. “I don’t know if I can take him again. I’m a little sore from the first time.”
    He takes my hand and begins to walk backward to his bedroom. “There’s lots of other stuff we can do.”
    “Like what?”
    Blake cups my cheeks. “I’d love to get to know this fine ass a little better, for one thing.”
    I gulp at the thought of that monstrous cock breaching me there. He’d rip me apart.
    “No, I wouldn’t.”
    I pull my hand free of his grip. “Stop doing that!”
    “What am I doing?”
    “Reading my mind!”
    “I already told you. It’s not my fault that every thought you have is reflected in your expression.”
    “How is it reflected in my expression? How did you read ‘I’m afraid he’ll rip me apart’?”
    His face twists into a grimace that indeed conveys that exact thought. “And FYI, I will not rip you apart. I like you put together exactly the way you are.” With his hands once again caressing my ass, he speaks softly against my ear, sending goose bumps cascading down my back and arms. “I’d prepare you so well, you wouldn’t even know I was there.”
    The utter preposterousness of that comment has me snorting with laughter. “Right… And how would you prepare me to take that thing and walk away intact?”
    “Ouch. That thing is insulted.” He strokes his cock soothingly, as if tending to its feelings.
    “I’m sure he’ll get over it the next time I spread my legs.”
    “He’s already over it knowing there’ll be a next time.”
    I laugh. “You’re outrageous.”
    Smiling, he says, “Lie down and get comfortable.”
    With one eye over my shoulder in an attempt to gauge his intentions, I do as directed.
    “Face down.”
    Filled with trepidation about where this might be leading, I turn over, hugging a pillow to my chest.
    Blake goes into the bathroom and returns holding something that I can’t see because he’s adjusted the dimmer switch until the room is nearly dark.
    Every inch of my body tingles with awareness of him as he settles on the bed next to me. Between my legs, desire thrums like a heartbeat, pulsing and twitching for more even after what I’ve already had.
    “Relax, Honey,” he says softly, his hand moving over my back, aided by something slick and fragrant. “Close your eyes and relax. Let me take care of you.”
    Massage oil. That’s what I smelled, and good Lord, he has magical hands