The Naughty Angel Returns (Naughty Angels In Love) Read Online Free PDF

another guy. Of course a beauty like her would have scads of other guys. Why did he even think he might be something special? He leaned forward to gently touch her arm, and she rolled toward him, grasping his hand. He felt a surge of heat go through him to his stupid cock. It started rearing its head as she opened her eyes.
    “Crispin,” she said with a smile.
    Well, hell, how was he supposed to maintain control when she smiled at him like that? “You were having a nightmare.”
    “He was trying to hurt you…” she said, blinking back tears.
    “Me,” he said, stunned that her worry had been for him. “You're okay now,” he said, trying to break the spell he was under. “I should let you sleep.”
    She batted her eyelashes at him. “I'd sleep better if you gave me a good-night kiss.”
    He bent to her, knowing he was letting her lead him by his dick, but at the moment he didn't give two rips about journalistic ethics. When his mouth brushed across hers and she sighed, melting under him, he knew he was lost. Unable to censor himself, he covered her, letting her feel his weight and his hunger as his cock butted up against her thigh.
    “You're just as big as I knew you'd be,” she said with a pleased giggle and wrapped her arms around his neck.
    “And you're just as naughty,” he growled, nipping her earlobe.
    “You have no idea how naughty I can be, stud,” she said.
    He shuddered against her, wanting to take it slow but knowing he couldn't wait. Especially when she did a little shimmy dance under him, teasing his twitching cock. “Damn it, bad girl, slow down.”
    “Next time,” she said, spreading her legs wider.
    Crispin growled as he surged into her wet, slick heat, and she cried out, her cunt clamping onto him tight, like she'd never had sex before. Impossible, given her sexy come-on, but then she was a puzzle. “You okay, bad girl?” he asked, pulling back to gaze at her. There was a blush on her face that made him smile, and a startled look in her eyes.
    “I'm just a little surprised is all. It's like I'm getting a fresh start with you,” she said with wonder.
    That sounded damned good to his foolish ears as he throbbed inside her tight sheath. “My woman,” he growled, reaching down between them to stroke the tight little nubbin of her clit. She let out a gasp, loosening around him, her cream coating his cock, wetting the head of his dick.
    “Oh yes, more of that, stud,” she said, rocking against him.
    “Be a good girl, or I'll stop,” he said, enjoying the flash of feminine anger in her eyes.
    “You're mean,” she said, trembling as she tried to hold still.
    He chuckled and continued to stroke her love-slick clit, torturing both of them until her splayed thighs were quivering on the bed and her cunt milked at him with a pre -orgasmic wave. “Now, bad little angel; come for me now,” he growled, thrusting deep, and she came with a shriek, pulling his orgasm out of him.
    Spent, he rolled to his back on the bed and pulled her sated body on top of his. He closed his eyes, dazzled by her response and pained that he couldn't keep her. In the cold light of day she'd decide that a rough-around-the-edges journalist like him wasn't her cup of tea.
    Haley lay snuggled and satisfied against Crispin's broad chest. The man had a body that wouldn't quit, and she'd actually managed to seduce the reluctant hero. And the biggest stunner of all was that she'd been a pseudo-virgin. Her sex still puckered like he'd really popped her cherry. It was like all the misdeeds in her past life were washed away, giving her a new beginning. She listened to the reassuring beat of her lover's heart and vowed to do everything she could to protect Crispin, even if it meant relinquishing this bright new existence. She kissed his chest and then shimmied down to lap at his nipple. It sprang to life under her ministrations, and she purred with pleasure.
    “Be good,” he said with a chuckle, drawing his hand back to give