Free Sinfully Spellbound (Spells That Bind Book 1) by Cassandra Lawson

didn’t give me your number, and Trevor
refused to tell me how to get in contact with you. I did this because I wanted
to see you again, and this was the only way I knew how.”
    She let out a frustrated sigh and dropped down onto the bed.
“I know you don’t think I’m a whore, and I’m being a bitch right now. That
doesn’t mean I’m not annoyed at you for pulling this crap.”
    “I’m seriously screwing this up. You may find this hard to
believe, but I don’t usually have to chase after women,” I said, moving across
the room to stand closer to the bed because I needed to be close to her.
    She snorted. “Duh! You’ve never chased after any woman
because they throw themselves at you. That’s what this is really about, isn’t
it?” She studied me as if she’d just solved some great mystery. “If I give in
to you, you’ll get bored with me and move on to the next woman begging to ride
your cock.”
    Her crude comment caused me to let out a startled bark of
laughter because I knew she was either trying to shock me or pick a fight.
“Care to put that theory to the test?” I asked with a teasing grin. “You can
beg to ride my cock until I get bored with you.”
    “You’re impossible,” she said with a laugh.
    I knew I was winning her over, but I couldn’t decide exactly
how to proceed from here. Was it best to try to convince her to date me? Or,
was it best to work on what we had physically? Just the idea of dating someone
was a little scary, but that’s what I wanted with Allie. I wanted to take her
out to movies and stupid shit like that.
    “Now that I’ve got you laughing, are you going to give me a
chance to spend more time with you?” I asked.

Chapter Fourteen
Allie
    Dylan wasn’t about to give up on this. What was supposed to
be a simple fling was turning into a serious complication in my life, and I had
no idea how to handle things. Yes, I liked Dylan, and we could have been
friends if we hadn’t slept together, but it was too late for that now. After
Dylan’s phenomenal performance last night, I’d never be satisfied with a
platonic relationship. No, even when I’d been mad at Dylan a few minutes ago,
I’d still wanted him. My panties were wet and my nipples were hard just from
being in the same room with him. There was no way to be around Dylan without my
body responding to him. Even though I had no clue what Dylan wanted, I knew I
needed him again. Now.
    “So, you’re here because you want to fuck me again?” I
leaned forward so my breasts looked like they might fall out of my halter
dress.
    Dylan’s sharp intake of breath proved he was enjoying the
show. Standing, I slapped a hand on my own ass, surprised to find that the slight
sting was a turn on. “You want to spank me for being such a bad girl?” I asked,
moving forward and leaning into him to bring my achingly hard nipples in
contact with his chest.
    “Are you a bad girl?” Dylan cupped my ass with both hands
and pulled me closer to his erection. The contact caused an involuntary shudder
to run through my body as the memories of how good his cock felt inside of me
flooded my sex-crazed brain.
    “Yes,” I breathed out.
    “Lucky me,” he murmured. “I love bad girls.” His mouth
claimed mine, stealing my ability to form a coherent thought. His tongue thrust
into my mouth, making me think of the way his cock would be thrusting into me
soon. It wasn’t long before I was panting and clawing at his t-shirt. The hard
press of his mouth was sure to leave my lips swollen and bruised. This kiss was
both punishing and possessive.
    Tearing his mouth away, Dylan rested his forehead against
mine, still gripping my ass with both hands. “I came here to talk to you,
Allie,” he ground out. “I did not come here for sex.”
    “So, you aren’t going to fuck me?” I taunted.
    “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll have trouble walking
when I’m done with you. Do you want me to do that?” he asked, and my legs
almost