Page 28 of A Little Twist

“Lord no, I broke up with him the night he proposed.”

“Ouch!” I almost laugh. “He proposed, and you said no?”

“I should’ve done it long before then.” Her annoyance starts to rise. “He was so lazy. It’s like he didn’t care if I was happy or satisfied. He just figured all his money would make up for it.”

“I take it all his money didnotmake up for it?”

“It did not.”

I’m glad to hear it. I’m glad she didn’t settle for a big bank account instead of something more. I’ve got a bigger bank account, and I can give her a hell of a lot more.

“Live and learn.” I hold out my hand. “Shall we return to the party? I think we’ve been back here long enough for his imagination to fill in the blanks.”

She bypasses my hand, hugging my arm against her chest and rising up to kiss my cheek. “Thank you for this. You really are a good friend.”

My insides recoil at her trying to friend-zone me, but I swallow back my impulse to shut it down. Instead, I have a better idea.

“Before we go, we need to do something.”

“What’s that?”

“Do you trust me?”

She nods in a sweet, obedient way that makes my dick hard and gives me all sorts of dirty thoughts. Setting my eyes on hers, I take her by the waist and pull her firmly against my chest. She inhales sharply, but I’m moving with purpose.

I cup the side of her cheek with one hand, threading my fingers in her silky, dark hair and giving it a gentle pull.

Before she can say another word, I cover her mouth with mine.

CHAPTER8

CASS

My head spins, my panties ignite, and the earth disappears from beneath my feet.

Alex Stone is kissing me.

No, he’s not just kissing me, he’s making love to my mouth.

His lips slide across mine, then he nips my upper one lightly with his teeth before tracing my bottom one with his tongue. He’s tasting me, sampling me, and my pussy squeezes with need.

He smells like soap and spice and warm woods, and he feels like strength and domination and ownership. My eyes close, and my fingers curl against his hard biceps.

His arm circles my waist, and our mouths open. Tongues curl, and he tastes like fine bourbon and cinnamon. He tastes like all my desires.

I exhale a broken whimper. I’m hot and slick, and my hands move higher to his broad shoulders, holding tight so I don’t melt to the ground. I press my body against his, and he growls low in response. My nipples tighten, and I wantmore.

I want him to slide his hands down to my ass. I want him to gather my skirt in his fingers and rip my thong away. I want him to spin me around and bend me over his desk. I want him to take out his thick cock and drive it deep and hard, over and over.

It’s pressing against my stomach, and I’ve been dreaming of him fucking me since the day I saw him nude in Britt’s apartment. I’m not thinking about humiliating Drake anymore. I’m not thinking about our conversation on the dance floor.

The only thing on my mind is Alex Stone standing in front of me naked, water running down the lines of his muscles, hazel eyes focused on mine like a predator, cock hardening and lifting with need for my body.

His head moves, and I chase his lips with mine. I’m acting on pure instinct now, needing more of this drug he’s allowed me to sample.

I’m already addicted.

But his hand loosens on the side of my head. He slides his thumb down my cheek, and his kisses go from deep and consuming to light and withdrawing.

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