Big Bad Boss – Midnight (Werewolves of Wall Street #1) Read Online Renee Rose, Lee Savino

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Billionaire, Contemporary, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: , Series: Lee Savino
Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
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He grunts.

“What is this, Mr. Blackthroat? Because it feels an awful lot like a date.”

He gives me that look of patent scorn he’s perfected. “Definitely not.”

Chapter Twenty

Brick

I’m an alpha, born to privilege and bred to take my place at the head of the pack but Madi destroys all my control.

I shouldn’t be here, alone, with the little human whose scent drives me wild.

It was too much facing off with my enemy. I had to get Madison out of that building, away from Aiden Adalwulf, but now that I’ve brought her here–now that I’m sitting beside her hot little body, I remember how it feels to be inside her. To master her. Her scent infiltrates my senses. Her suggestion that we’re on a date made me imagine all kinds of dirty things I would do with her if she were my date.

“Was this a reward, then?” There’s a suggestion in her tone. “For my good behavior back there?”

She’s tempting me. Reminding me of how I reprimanded her when she misbehaved.

And now I desperately want to reward her in the way she desires.

Before I can think, I shove the table back and pull Madi onto my lap. My hand dives between her legs, cupping her heat over the fabric of her dress. I’m rubbing my middle finger along the outline of her slit without my brain giving my hands permission to touch.

To claim.

To own.

She gasps and leans back against me, spreading her legs wider.

She wants this.

I catch and squeeze her breast with my free hand as my finger finds the edge of the gusset of her panties and slides under.

She squirms at the contact. The hit of the scent of her arousal sends my brain further offline. I’m on autopilot now, my body taking what it needs from her. Delivering what I need to give her.

My finger sinks into her wet heat and her squirms drive it deeper. My mouth opens and finds her neck. It’s somewhere between a kiss and a bite. I crave her taste. I want to devour her.

We’re miles from the office, all alone. I had this room soundproofed when I renovated the restaurant. Whatever’s spoken in this room, not even a shifter standing just outside the door could hear. But I’m not sure I’m capable of stopping if that weren’t the case.

“You show up, strutting around in those damn dresses and high heels–”

“You gave me these heels.”

My finger drives deeper. Her ass moves over my dick, driving me mad.

“I should spank you again.” I barely recognize my own voice, it’s so rough. My wolf is close to the surface. It’s dangerous for her to be with me. Alone.

But I can’t let her go.

Her breath is coming in pants. The musk of her arousal grows stronger. “Maybe you should,” she agrees.

In a flash, I’m standing, lifting her from my lap and placing her on her hands and knees on the booth seat. I pull the skirt of her dress up to her waist and smack her ass. She wiggles for more.

I tug her dress up further, but it doesn’t go far. It’s too tight. “This damn dress,” I growl. “You’re never to wear it again.”

“And if I do?” Her voice is the exact wavelength of temptation. “What will you do about it?”

Oh, she’s begging to be punished.

I smack her harder, and she gasps. She’s so fragile. I’ll have to remember that.

“Discipline you properly.”

Her ass is a thing of beauty. Plump and round, with a divine jiggle when I swat her. I start lightly and listen closely for any whimper or cries. She’s silent, holding her breath as if she’s waiting for more, so I lay down a heartier slap. She hisses, but her scent intensifies. And scents do not lie.

“This is for your smart mouth.” I spank her again, then grip her heated flesh. I want to bury my face in her. I dip my fingers lower. She’s sopping wet.

I know what I’m eating for dessert. I rip her panties off. “On your back,” I command.

She turns around and looks up at me, and she eases back, face and neck flushed, eyes bright. Her pussy unfurles like a petal in front of me. My mouth waters.

I reach up and slide my hand into the window between her breasts.

“This is for driving me mad.” I lick her soaked slit. Ambrosia. Tangy and sweet, with a touch of nutmeg. She bucks, and I grip her bottom hard with my free hand, holding her still as I feast. I find her clit and circle it until she’s writhing on her back, pushing her hips to offer her pussy up. Once I’ve lapped up all her sweetness, I plunge my tongue deep into her and savor her moans. My beard scrapes the inside of her thighs. I’ve never wanted to leave marks before, but Madi is different.


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