Bad for You Read Online J. Daniels (Dirty Deeds #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, New Adult, Romance, Tear Jerker Tags Authors: Series: Dirty Deeds Series by J. Daniels
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Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 126602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
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Caroline tensed up and started kicking when the doctor approached her.

It took three nurses to hold my baby girl down, but once I moved to the head of the table so she could look up and see nothing but me, Caroline went calm and let the doctor stitch her up. She kept crying, but it was silent. Nothing but little sniffles escaping her. It took two stitches to get the wound closed, and the doctor was quick.

He was also a plastic surgeon, so there wouldn’t be a scar.

That had been a worry, but I kept that to myself, not wanting to put it on Val and add to her concern.

While things were getting settled at the reception desk, I pulled out my phone.

Caroline is good. Got 2 stitches. Should be leaving soon. You still there or home?

Shayla’s text back was quick.

Just got home. Glad she’s ok!

Same. Heading over soon.

Can’t wait. xoxo

Exactly twelve minutes after saying goodbye to Val and the girls, I was knocking on Shayla’s door, and exactly thirteen seconds after that, I was grabbing her up, guiding her legs around me, and kissing her hard and hurried while kicking the door closed.

Her hands were in my hair. She was tugging, moaning. “She’s okay?” she asked breathlessly inside our kiss.

“Yeah. Cried, but she calmed enough for them to stitch her up.”

I carried Shayla through her apartment and into the bedroom.

“She wanted you there. You went. You got her calm,” Shayla said, smiling up at me when I laid her on the bed.

The shirt she was wearing was unbuttoned at the top, revealing enough skin I’d have to be a fucking god to keep my mouth from it.

Shayla arched her neck and gave me access, then she moaned, “Sean,” when I sucked and licked her cleavage.

“We go fast a lot, a little rough,” I said, pulling back but looming over her still. “Every time, it’s like that.”

I was talking about how we fucked, and she picked up on that right away.

Shayla started nodding before I finished, her fingers staying in my hair. “I can only speak for myself, but I think it’s that way because I’ve wanted this for so long,” she confessed. “I feel like this has been building forever, and when something builds up that much, there is no easy release. It’s chaos.”

“I feel the same. Couldn’t get over here fast enough just now. I never can.”

Hearing that, she smiled. “Okay. Then it’s ’cause we’re both crazy and hard up, and coming together after waiting for so long…I think it’ll always be like this. At least for a while.”

“You good with that?”

“I’m good with any sex involving you,” she answered. “Fast or slow. Although slow might be fun…” She wiggled her brows.

I grinned, then bent lower and kissed her jaw, her lips. “I’m gonna drag it out then,” I promised, feeling her body shudder. “Start with your taste filling my mouth, then I’ll work you up with my cock. Might go between the two. I don’t know.” I straightened up and got to work on her jeans, unbuttoning them and getting at the zipper. I ran my thumb over the small scissor tattoo she had on her hip bone when it came into view.

“Go to town. I won’t stop you,” she said.

I looked at her.

She was grinning now too, and she giggled when she had my eyes. “I’m excited for slowed-down Sean,” she revealed. “Taking-me-on-the-floor Sean is amazing. Banging-my-back-out-on-the-couch Sean—fantastic. Slowed-down Sean might top the list. You’re always giving me better than the last time, and I’m not just talking about sex, so I wouldn’t be surprised.”

I’d gotten her jeans off but paused at her panties. “You’re not just talkin’ about sex?” I questioned.

“Nope.”

“Explain that.”

She cocked her head cutely. “Mm? I’m sorry, are explanations a part of this slowed-down Sean? Less talking, more stripping.” She wiggled her butt against the bed.

Shayla was trying to hurry me along and keep that shit to herself. She forgot who controlled what was happening here. I was prepared to take this shit slow.

Tugging her panties down her legs and tossing them, I kneeled beside the bed and bent her legs up, pushing her thighs open. My head lowered, I got as close as I could get to her bare pussy without burying my face in it.

That was a fucking challenge, but I was getting this out of her. I needed to know.

Because I knew it was something big, something that held meaning, and something I’d feel for fuckin’ ever.

I wanted that.

“Um…is everything okay?” she asked shyly, pushing up to her elbows when I didn’t move.

Our eyes locked across her body. “Got your pussy in my face—everything’s great on my end. You?”

She frowned. “Considering your tongue is still in your mouth, I’m not doing too hot.”

I smirked.

Her stare became intense, then she gestured with it between her legs, urging me on.


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