Page 1 of You're All I Need

Chapter One

Caden

“Last call!”

I take a sip of ginger ale and glance around the packed bar. Burgers and Brew isthehot spot in town, and despite it being a gorgeous summer Friday night, the place is still packed with patrons. The ladies are having a great time, dancing and singing to the Mötley Crüe tunes blasting from the jukebox, the fellas enjoying the show and hoping to catch someone’s attention by the end of the night.

“Is this seat taken?” The low, sexy voice purrs like a kitten in heat beside me.

Turning to face the owner of said voice, I flash her an easy, sexy grin. “It is now,” I tell her, even though I know the chair was previously occupied by someone who just ran to use the restroom.

“Well, good evening, stranger,” Jordyn Jones coos, leaning into my personal space. I catch a whiff of her sweet perfume and a full view of the ample cleavage pouring out the top of her tank.

“How have you been, beautiful?” I ask, taking another sip of my drink.

“Not too bad. Haven’t seen you around much. I’ve missed you,” she replies, her voice dripping with seduction. I’m well-versed in this game. The invitation is already extended. All I need to do is take her hand and lead her out the door. I’ve done it before—a few times, actually. Jordyn and I are “old friends,” you could say. She knows the rules and doesn’t mind playing by them, which is one of the things I appreciate most about her.

The rules, you ask?

Simple.

I don’t date.

I don’t fall in love.

I’m just here for a good time.

If you’re expecting a call and flowers the next day, then I’m not your guy. I make my stance crystal clear, never leading a woman on. Our time together is a night or two, and that’s it.

Fun.

Easy.

Casual.

And best of all, no one gets hurt.

Liar.

Of course, not all women who say they’re fine with a casual night of sex actually are. There’s always the one who thinks she can change you, who can tame the bad boy, make him give up his manwhore ways. Well, a zebra doesn’t change its stripes, honey. Once they realize I’m not some wild stallion looking to be tamed and saddle broke, they turn angry. At me. Despite being upfront and honest about what I can—or can’t—offer, they still get pissed off in the end.

What can I offer?

Orgasms. Lots and lots of them.

What won’t I offer?

Forever.

“Been working a lot,” I reply, leaning against the counter.

“You know what they say,” she starts, leaning in and whispering, “all work and no play makes Caden a dull boy.”

Angling my lips to brush across her jaw, I reply, “I’ve never been accused of being dull, gorgeous.”

A shiver sweeps through her as she turns her gray eyes my way. “I’m well aware.” Standing up tall, she slides her hand up my thigh, letting her fingers dance awfully close to my junk.“What do you say? You wanna get out of here? Find someplace a bit more…private?”

I’m about to open my mouth, yet undecided on which answer I’m going to give, when I catch movement out of the corner of my eye. My gaze snaps forward, to the stunning woman approaching.

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