Rub Me The Wrong Way (Erotic Shorts Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

baked bread. It's my favorite.
                 
    Instead of awkwardly trying to stare at the other people I can't even see from my location, I check the texts waiting for me.
                 
    Angela: Is your push up bra on?
                 
    Rolling my eyes I check the next one from my assistant.
                 
    Hope: Buck teeth?
                 
    “Same rules apply, Astin. No phones.”
                 
    I lift my face up to see Klous standing in front of me in a pair of dark jeans and a white fitted shirt, both articles of clothing looking like they may melt off of him from the intense heat he naturally radiates. How the fuck do I breathe again? The only in and out motion I am thinking about has nothing to do with lungs.
                 
    His tongue wets his lips and I softly whimper, “Understood?”
                 
    Casually I drop my phone in my bag. “Yes, sir.”
                 
    “Mmm. I like the way that sounds,” he replies as he slides in the booth next to me. “Say it again.”
                 
    “You're so bossy.”
                 
    “Do you want me to bend you over this table and remind you what happens when you don't follow instructions?”
                 
    Torn between the excitement I feel when he takes control and the annoyance that he always has to have the power, I push back. “I do.”
                 
    Klous' grins widely and asks, “Exhibitionist?”
                 
    “Afraid?”
                 
    “Of you or what you're doing to me?”
                 
    The question takes me a bit off guard causing me to need a sip of water. Thankfully the waitress comes over to grab his drink order and drop us off some bread. Smoothing the long white tablecloth that's covering the table, I allow him a moment in silence to review the menu.
                 
    It doesn't take long before Klous shuts it and folds his hands together on top of it. My eyes drift over to him, drinking in the way his muscles are giving me a dry mouth that only his tongue with mine could cure. How can any man be so sexy without fucking trying?
                 
    “When you look at me like that, Astin, it's hard to resist the need to have you naked and under me.”
                 
    Flirtatiously I reply, “Under you or over you?”
                 
    Klous leans over so his lips are next to my ear. “Any position that lets me be balls deep in you.” The second he hears my breath hitch he adds, “And you love me being balls deep.”
                 
    A soft moan escapes just seconds before the waitress reappears. As soon as she takes my order, my hand slides across his thigh that's hidden under the table, curious if I have a similar effect on him as he does me. Klous' hard cock nudges at my hand, warmly greeting it. His green eyes cut to me. He lifts them.
                 
    “Love, what are you doing?”
                 
    Stroking the outside of his jeans, I whisper, “Taking control.” My hand massages him at the same time I declare, “My. Turn.”
                 
    Instead of resisting or putting up a fight like I would expect, like he would if we were in his work space, he moves in closer, rests his elbows on the table and drops his face on his balled up fist. He sexily demands, “Then take it.”
                 
    Leaning back he widens his legs and gives me the perfect chance to unbutton his jeans. The rush of doing this in a crowded restaurant shoots to my pussy, soaking my already dampened panties. My muscles ache for his touch. In a swift motion, I free his cock and grip it firmly causing a very loud hiss out of him.
                 
    The sight of Klous at my mercy forces my walls to contract in an overwhelming need to have his