Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
“Act crazy, you are crazy.” I do wide eyes at him to accentuate my point as I smile.
“And that is funny because?” He looks puzzled.
“I attract crazy people, Josh.” The alcohol is finally starting to kick in and I find myself woozy on my legs.
“Were you going to fuck him?” he snarls in my ear. I step back, shocked and hurt that he would think that, although it could have been true. I shake my head.
“Liar,” he snaps. His voice has dropped several degrees. He snarls again. “Tell me,” as he gives me a jerk.
“Josh, stop it, let me go.” He’s beginning to frighten me. I try to pry his hands from around my waist. “Stop it,” I repeat.
“So, you want to be fucked tonight, do you?” he whispers in my ear as he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back. Goose bumps scatter over my body as his breath blows onto my neck. He jerks me again. “Answer me.” My eyes dilate as I look at his lips. I can’t help it, I slowly lick my lips and look back up into his eyes. Yep, alcohol’s taken the inhibitions alright, too bad it’s with the wrong man.
“Kiss me,” I whisper.
He stills. “What?”
“Kiss me,” I repeat.
“That’s not a good idea,” he whispers.
“Why not?” I ask.
“Because if I kiss you, I won’t be able to stop.”
“Then don’t,” I whisper again. Oh no, dog on heat act two happening here.
“If I kiss you, in about two minutes you will be flat on your back on the bar with those sexy little boots around my ears, while I fuck you so damn hard you won’t remember your name.” Mmm, that sounds good. I look to the bar as the visual picture rolls in my head. My breath catches and I slowly look back at him. He narrows his eyes at me.
“You like the sound of that?” He frowns. I slowly nod and smile as I bite my bottom lip, and my blood heats further. The next thing he is on me. I’m pushed up against the back wall as his tongue dives into my mouth. His grip on my hair is painful, as he moves my head to bite my neck. His magnificent strength takes me over and his hand runs down the length of my body and moves up my skirt, hitching my leg around his waist. I am losing all coherent thought and the word ho rolls around in my head as I imagine what we must look like. People talk about girls who do this in public. The backs of his fingers skim my G-string, and he breathes heavily into my ear. Once again, he takes my lips in a seductive slow pattern as he slowly slips his fingers under my G-string and rubs the backs of his fingers through my dripping-wet sex.
His eyes close. “Fuck,” he whispers. Oh yes, what this man does to me. He moves his hand and grabs my behind as he pulls me forward into his waiting hard cock. God, I want it. I want it now. We are suddenly bumped from the side. I look up to see Josh looking at someone over my shoulder. He looks down at me and gives me a quick kiss on the lips.
“Go home, naughty girl.” I frown and then he pushes me to the side as Todd comes in with a punch. What the hell? I feel like I am in a scene from Fight Club. Joshua and Todd are in a full-on fistfight in the middle of the dance floor. I am getting bustled around by the crowd when I feel a hand grab my arm and pull me free. I turn and see Adrian looking very concerned. “Natasha, come with me.” I nod and follow him off the dance floor just as I see Ben run onto it. He separates the fight, but the bouncers have a hold of the two of them and drag them off somewhere. Ben follows.
Holy shit, what the fuck just happened?
6
Natasha
What on earth does it mean when you see a man at a wedding, and he kisses you…passionately? Then the next time you see him he tells you to fuck off…unnecessarily, and then you are forced to watch him fondle a stripper…painfully. The next time you see him he tells you he wants to fuck you so hard on the bar you won’t remember your name…most orgasmically, only to not call you for four days?
I sit at my desk tapping the end of my pencil, as I go over the case notes of the nutjob I can’t stop fantasizing about. It’s been four days and I have to say it’s exactly as I expected— doesn’t he know how to use a fucking phone? What’s with the hardcore act? I’m so over it. I know he’s attracted to me—does he really think I can’t feel it? I could cut the air with a knife when we are together, the sexual chemistry is blanket thick. Like nothing I’ve ever felt. When he’s away from me, however, it is totally another story. I can’t read him at all.