Back The Wicked Truth
Chapters (33)
  1. Cover
  2. The
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Table of Contents
  5. A Note to Readers
  6. The Wicked World
  7. Playlist
  8. Chapter One
  9. Chapter Two
  10. Chapter Three
  11. Chapter Four
  12. Chapter Five
  13. Chapter Six
  14. Chapter Seven
  15. Chapter Eight
  16. Chapter Nine
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. Chapter Sixteen
  24. Chapter Seventeen
  25. Chapter Eighteen
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-One
  29. Chapter Twenty-Two
  30. Epilogue
  31. More Books By Melissa Foster
  32. Acknowledgments
  33. Meet Melissa

He hissed as she released his cock and licked the wetness running down her chin. Her eyes were at half-mast, glazed over as if she were in a blissed-out fog, too. He cupped her face with one hand, trying to get his brain to function, and brushed his thumb over her swollen lower lip. “You’re too fucking sexy.” He lifted her up and onto his lap, taking her in a kiss so deep, he didn’t know where he ended and she began, and he didn’t want to find out.

She pushed playfully at his chest, flashing a wicked smile. “You didn’t say my name.”

“Like hell I didn’t.”

“You said Blue Eyes.”

“That’s your name when you’re with me.” He brushed his lips over hers. “Don’t even think about withholding this mouth from me. I’m not done with you yet.” He nipped at her lower lip.

She giggled. “It’s my mouth. I’ll do what I want with it.”

He wouldn’t have it any other way. “I have no doubt you’ll want me so bad, you’ll beg for my cock.”

“Overconfident much?”

“You can take that back when we’re done. For now we’ll just have to put my mouth to good use again.” Holding her on his lap, he leaned down and snagged his jeans, digging the condoms from his pocket, and rose with her in his arms. “Which bedroom?”

“The one on the right, but you just…You sure you can go again?”

He didn’t bother to respond as he stood with her in his arms, her legs around his waist, and carried her into the bedroom. The room was dark save for a strip of yellow and black twinkling lights running across the headboard of the king-size bed. A half dozen patterned pillows and layers of blankets in a feminine mix of pinks, grays, teal, black, and white, covered the bed. “You always leave these lights on when you’re out?”

“They’re welcoming, don’t you think?”

He eyed her, trying to ignore the streak of jealousy blazing through him. “You have that many guys in here?”

“No,” she snapped. “Ever heard of self-care? It sets the mood.”

“I bet it does.” With one hard yank, he stripped the top blanket and throw pillows off the bed and tossed them to the floor, then lay her in the middle of the bed. Her hair fanned out around her beautiful face, and he pictured her, vibrator in hand, thinking about him as she pleasured herself. His cock hardened, and her gaze trailed down to it, appreciation shining in her eyes as he dropped the condoms beside her.

“Three?” She arched a brow.