Bradley's Whistle (P.ornstars of Romance #2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

fucking curve of the mouthwatering mound, even the nipple.
    She grinned at Casey. “You may not be allowed to touch, but you can look at my breasts in this pinscreen whenever you feel the need.”
    “Bradley’s obviously been feeling the need to look since you walked out of the arrival gate at the airport,” Lionel murmured from beside me.
    I was still coughing but noticed Wiska either ignored him or didn’t hear him.
    Lionel winked before walking away. “Where should we put our bags?”
    I wrangled back my composure and led him to the guest room. “I only have one spare room,” I admitted when they all followed behind me. It was a big room, but once Casey and Lionel dropped their luggage on the floor, there clearly wasn’t much room left for anything else. “The couch in front of the TV folds out into a bed; it’s surprisingly comfortable.” Wiska gave a nod then looked to her suitcase, obviously not sure what she was going to do with it. “My room is a fair size. You’re welcome to put your things in there if you’d like.”
    Now why the fuck would I go and say that? I wanted to face palm myself so bad my fingers twitched. Was it too late to change my mind? I shook my head with frustration and turned, leading her to my bedroom. I pushed the door open and allowed her to enter first. I patted myself on the back for making the bed today; I normally didn’t.
    “You call this a fair size!” Wiska exclaimed.
    I glanced around the room trying to imagine it from her eyes. I guess it was kind of big; a king size bed sat between two long, stained glass windows. A bedside table stood on either side of the bed, a large antique wooden chest at the foot of it. A single, soft lounge chair sat in one corner and an enormous flat screen TV was mounted to the wall in front of the bed. The walk in closet was probably the size of an average kitchen, and it was just about full. The adjoining bathroom contained a large shower with dual shower heads and a Jacuzzi big enough for a four person party. Okay, perhaps ‘fair size’ was a slight understatement.
    Wiska peeked through the bathroom doorway, her eyes wide as she spun around, taking in the enormous space. Her eyes settled on my bed. “It’s so big,” she murmured.
    My dick twitched as my thoughts took her innocent statement to a whole other place. What could I say? I was well paid by the Bianco family. I liked nice stuff, and I loved a nice, big, comfortable bed. Wiska strolled straight across to that nice, big, comfortable bed and dramatically flung herself across the luxurious quilt, her huge breasts bouncing with the movement. I just about swallowed my tongue.
    “Mmmmmm, it’s so soft. I’m used to laying on hard ones. This is a nice change.”
    Tongue swallowed. I shuffled nervously, feeling a little like a pervert and a lot like a lust struck fool. When her arms rose over her head exposing a sliver of skin between the low cut of her jeans and her tight t-shirt, my eyes zeroed in on that small territory of flesh, and I found myself wondering how soft and warm she would feel. A small grin played at the corner of my mouth. Oh yeah, I’ve got something hard for you to lie on, pussycat . I tried to discreetly push my rapidly rising cock back down and grimaced. We are not singing this fucking tune , I reminded my ignorant dick.
    Wiska suddenly sat up and stepped down from the bed. Yep, stepped down. She was so tiny her feet didn’t reach the floor, which had me take note of the fact that if I stood between her open thighs, it would line us up perfectly for . . . NOTHING, NOT A FUCKING THING! I shook my head and placed her suitcase on a chair beside the doorway.
    “I’m not here all that much. I work long hours, so feel free to come in here and grab your stuff whenever you need it. You can use my shower if you’d like.” Wiska smiled, and I could see it was full of honest appreciation.
    “Thank you, Bradley.”
    “Not a problem, pussycat.” We stared at each