Brody - Ellie Masters Page 0,1
Brimble is an adventurous lover, just kinky enough to keep it interesting. I like that.
“You’re a fucking jerk. You know that, don’t you?”
“You knew that going in.” I fuck without regret, without promises, and always with an expiration date. “Now, it’s getting late, and I’m sure your daddy is wondering where his darling angel went. Do you need me to call you a car?” I hitch a thumb over my shoulder, pointing again to the door.
“So, this is it?”
“I never promised anything other than a good time.”
I’m very clear about my rules, but somehow these women think they’re the one with the magic pussy that will turn this into something it isn’t.
Her mouth works silently as she tries to find something to say that will tempt me to keep her. “I’m pretty damn sure I rocked your world. You know you want me to stay.” She cups her breasts and offers them to me with an exaggerated pout. She’s a good lay but doesn’t come close to rocking my world.
“You’re a damn good fuck—Candice. You like it rough with a bit of kink on the side. Two things which suit me just fine. Don’t ruin this by making a scene.”
I don’t date. I fuck, and I move on.
“I could stay.” She practically purrs. “I’ll do whatever you want—be whoever you want. I’ll beg for you.” If I let her stay, I’m pretty sure she’ll do whatever I want. The thing is, I’m bored. Another couple of orgasms aren’t enough to entice me.
“It’s late and I’m tired.”
Rule number three: no sleeping over.
When it comes to sex, rules keep things clean.
I lead. They follow. And rule number three states that they never spend the night. That’s a level of intimacy I don’t want and I never break that rule.
Never.
Her arm rears back and I give a shake of my head. “You don’t want to do that, sweetheart. Do I need to restate the rules?”
Her attention shifts to the stiletto in her hand, then back to me. The muscles in her arm twitch. I brace, but she knows she’s lost. Tears well up in her eyes.
Here it comes. The drama llama arrives right on schedule.
“Your rules suck.” She peeks up at me through her lashes, but now that I’ve had her, I’m immune to her charms. “Nobody says you can’t break them.” She slides off the bed to kneel at my feet. Still peeking up at me through her lashes, she reaches for the zipper of my pants. “I seem to remember you liked my mouth—Sir.” Ah shit, she’s really pushing things.
That’s something that only got me off with one girl, a girl I ruined. With Candice, it makes my stomach turn. I grip her wrist and yank her to her feet.
“Get dressed, and get out. This is your last warning, or I’ll drag your ass out the door just as you are.” It’s not an idle threat. I’ve done it before.
“You wouldn’t dare?”
“Have I ever lied to you about what I will or won’t do?”
A tiny gasp escapes her as she realizes what I’m going to do. As I turn the doorknob, Candice grabs her dress out of my hand and slips it over her head. Balancing on one foot, she slides on a strappy heel.
“What about a goodbye kiss? Don’t I at least get that?”
“Thank you for a lovely evening.” She’ll get no goodbye kiss from me. I extend my hand and leave it at that.
“You really suck, you know that?”
“I believe you’re the one that sucks, and I enjoyed it very much.”
“Bastard.” She storms out in a huff.
No doubt, the rumor mill will be churning by morning. Candice might think her words will harm me, but they’ll only build up the mystique surrounding me even more. I’ll have scores of women knocking down my door for their moment to see if the rumors are true.
I love women, but they’re too damned predictable. I take bets on when Candice will call on me again. She is a good fuck, and I might just take her for another spin, if I get bored enough.
With a sigh, I close the door and yank my tie free. Don’t know what I was thinking when I tightened it down. My fingers go to the buttons of my Oxford shirt and my clothes fall to the floor as I strip naked and head to the shower. The sudden need to wash all trace of Candice Brimble from my body overwhelms me.
Water sluices down my body as