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129 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 18, 2013
“Hello?� At first, all I was greeted with was the sound of loud music and traffic. Someone driving down the highway. I tried again. “Hello?�
“Hey. What the fuck is the name of that pretentious building you live in, again? The W?�
Jesus. I took a step back. It had been years since I’d heard that voice.
Her voice.
“Yeah,� I chuckled, “that’s it.�
“Are you busy tonight? I don’t fucking care. I’ll be there in an hour.�
Click.
So as I rolled the word fun around in my mind (trying to recall the last time I’d actually had some), I couldn’t help but think about Pace Turner. Good old Pace. Six feet and four inches of ripped, ebony sex god. Tasty, tattooed, and oozing testosterone.
“Hey, Cary, this isn’t a Playgirl shoot.� She’d snapped her fingers and whistled. “Get those bedroom eyes off your face.�
Cary. The unauthorized nickname made my lip curl.
“What’s the matter, stud? Did I strike a nerve? Pay attention.�
She hid behind her giant lens and resumed her rapid-fire clicking.
“What’s your name?�
I’d taken off the vest and loosened my tie and collar.
“Uh-uh, big shot. Just stand there and look pretty.�
“Look at the window!�
Steph stood in front of the window with her finger pointing a third of the way up the glass, to where her ass had rested against the window. And, there for all of us to see, was a faint ass print situated in picturesque glory between two hand prints from when I’d had her bent over.
“Nice.� I widened my eyes purposefully, licked my lips, and turned back to the kitchen in desperate need of a drink.
“Nice? No, that is so not nice. Jesus, my ass is huge! Get that shit off there. I’m not that girl.�
Facing her again, I strode slowly in her direction. “Seems to me you are. In fact, I know you are. I’ve never had any woman up against that window.�
“I call bullshit.�
“Call whatever you want.� I shrugged. “It takes a special breed to trust nothing between my cock and the harbor but a little bit of glass.�