Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 87856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
But fuck it. I'm in public. There are people. People who will see me doing this dirty shit.
I call Imogen.
She answers right away. "That was three minutes."
"Had to get into position."
"I don't forgive you."
"I'll make it up to you," I say.
"How?"
"Take you to another bar. A nicer one this time."
"Will you dress up?"
"I can wear slacks and a collared shirt," I say.
"I'd like to see that."
"Next week. Name a night."
"What if you're working?" she asks.
"I'll take you after."
"That will be late."
"You want to talk practicalities, or you want to come?"
"Both," she says. "Tell me about this place—"
"I went once. With my sister Molly and her girlfriend."
A woman walks by me. Looks at me funny. She knows I'm hiding something. Maybe she knows what I'm hiding.
It must be written on my forehead.
Patrick Murphy is desperate to get off Imogen Nguyen.
I push my back against the wall, pretend to reach for a cigarette.
She shakes her head and moves along.
I've been here a million times, but I'm seeing the street in a whole new way. It's a great place for this. And a terrible place for this.
Perfect.
She's evil in the best possible way.
"Sorry. Almost had company," I say.
"People can see you?"
"Tons."
"Are you hard?"
"Very."
"Where are we?"
Right. I need to get back to getting her off. "A secluded bar in Hollywood, on the balcony. Great view of the city. Plenty of space to strip you naked."
"Completely naked?"
She wants to keep some of her clothes on. That gets her off. "No. You'll wear some tight dress, nothing under it."
"Yeah?" Her breath hitches.
"I'll push the straps off your shoulders. Pull the skirt to your waist. So you're grinding against me."
"Is anyone around?"
"No one can see."
"Then?"
"You unzip my jeans. I pull you onto my cock. Fuck you right there."
"With my nipple in your mouth."
"And your hands in my hair."
"Fuck." A moan falls from her lips. "Then?"
"I hold on to your hips, guide you over my cock again and again, until you're groaning my name."
"Fuck, Patrick—"
"And I come inside you."
Something falls in her bedroom. "Shit. I'll put you on speaker."
"Don't apologize."
"Is that the only place?"
"You need more than one?"
"I need everything."
How is she so fucking sexy? It's not fair. "A party in the hills. In some huge mansion. A friend of a friend. No one we really know."
"With a pool?"
"Yeah. The main party is in the house. The backyard is quiet. A few couples talking or drinking. But no one is swimming."
"No?"
"And I'm going to make you wait. To torture you for the chance in the water. I peel your top over your chest and toy with you until you're panting—"
A moan falls from her lips.
She's close now.
I need to push her over the edge.
"Then I toy with you some more. Unzip your jeans, roll them to your waist, push you on one of those plush lounge chairs."
"Fuck me?"
"Not yet."
She huffs.
"I make you wait. I slip a finger inside you. Then two. Three. I stretch you wide."
"Fuck."
"Then, when you can't take it anymore, I unzip my jeans—"
"Yeah?"
"Push you to your knees. You take me into your mouth. Try to toy with me the way I'm toying with you. But I won't have it. I put you back on the chair and I slide into you."
"Tricky—"
She's never used my nickname. It's impossibly sexy. And impossibly intimate. And I want every ounce of it. "Come for me, baby."
She releases her last inhibition.
Her breaths run together as she moves faster, falls closer.
Then she's there, coming for me, groaning in my ear, torturing me the way I'm torturing her.
She's raw and free and exposed.
And it's hot as hell.
"Perfect," I say.
"Do you have time?"
"I like it this way."
"I come for you?"
"I watch you," I say. "And you wait until I want to watch you more."
"What if we were at the party? And I did go down on you?"
"You don't have to."
"If I want to."
I'm not going to say no to that.
"People would be watching you."
"Us."
"You wouldn't stop me," she says.
Probably not. "Try me."
"A dare?"
"You heard me."
"You think I won't?"
"At Luna's party?"
"Okay. Not at Luna's party." She laughs. "But somewhere else? I will."
"Then we should do it."
"Do it…"
"I'm invited to a lot of parties. Part of the job," I say. "We can go after."
"I don't want to wait."
"Then a bar. Before. Like the one I mentioned."
"Only if I can wear a crop top and jeans."
She's evil. "I'll pick you up at six."
"I'll get you off at seven."
Chapter Twenty-One
IMOGEN
Saturday morning, he sends his test results. Recent. All clear.
I send mine.
And now, I'm equipped with truly tantalizing knowledge that
I can safely go down on him. He can safely go down on me.
We can have sex bareback if we want.
How am I supposed to think of anything else?
I try, really. I finish my homework. I get ahead on my reading. I give up on reading and watch TV. I call the TV a failure and change my outfit three times.