Page 47 of Bad Behavior

“Like…” He grabs me by the waist without notice, dips me so I fall backward, and plants the biggest kiss right on my lips. When he lets me up, he grins. “There’s more where that came from. Not too late to change your mind, you know.”

I laugh. “Good to know…”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jameson ripping his apron off over his head and throwing it down on the counter. We make eye contact for a second, and he glares at me furiously, muttering to himself.

He comes out from behind the bar and storms toward the patio. I look at Brad, who still looks at me vaguely hopefully. I can’t just leave him hanging.

I look around, and spot a pretty blonde about our age who is standing alone and texting. I leave Brad and go up to her.

“Hey!” I shout.

She looks up at me, startled. “Yes?”

“My friend over there?” I say, pointing to Brad. “He thinks you’re mega cute, but he’s too shy to say hello. Will you come talk to him?”

She blushes and looks at Brad, taking a second to think it over. “Yeah, alright…”

“Great! You won’t be sorry.” I grin at her, motioning her to follow me. I get back to Brad, who has been watching the whole exchange with a distrustful expression.

“Brad, this is…” I stop, realizing I don’t know her name.

“Gisella,” she supplies helpfully.

“Cool name! Gisella, this is Brad. You two should talk!” I put a hand on both of their backs, urging them to move closer together. “I’ll be right back!”

While they’re starting to shake hands and introduce themselves, I make my dash for the patio. I bob and weave to avoid people on the dance floor, pushing open the door. As the door closes behind me, the music fades to a faint whub whub sound.

I look around at the tables on the patio, most of which are empty. No Jameson in sight, so I head to the very back of the patio. There’s a little rickety gate that lets me out into the back of the building, where there is a little alley between Cure and the employee parking lot.

I find Jameson there, leaning against the wall and staring at a cigarette longingly. He’s so tall and big that he sort of dwarfs everything that happens to be behind him, a dumpster included. When he looks over and sees me coming, he pushes off the wall. He throws the cigarette away in the dumpster, scowling.

“I didn’t know you smoked,” I say, stopping a few feet from him. I run a hand over my minidress, as if it needs me to draw attention it it. Jameson looks at me for a second, seeming tormented.

Just how I want him.

“Yeah, well. There’s a whole lot you don’t know about me,” he growls, looking away. “Now piss off. I’m on my break.”

I cock my hip. “You want to send me back to dance with Brad?”

If I thought I’d seen him glower at me before, I was clearly wrong. The way he looks at me right now, all seething and dark… that is exactly how I hoped he would stare at me. He’s looking at me with those dark, sexy eyes of his…

It’s all I can do not to melt right here, right now.

“What do you want from me?” he asks. The way he says it is aggressive, which is odd given his choice of words. He moves closer, and goosebumps break out over my arms. “What would you have me do, Emma?”

I move a step closer, bringing us nearly face to face. He’s so much taller than me, I have to crane my head to look up at him. I bite my lip, reaching out and running a fingertip up his arm.

“You know what I want,” I say, looking into his eyes. He looks at me with such torment, so much fiery hunger, that I think I’m going to combust. “I want you.”

Apparently those were the magic words, because Jameson breaks, his arms pulling me close, his mouth descending onto mine. He whirls and pins me up against the stucco wall, putting his knee between my legs and lifting me a little. I open my mouth to him, and he completely takes control of the kiss, rough and dominant in the way that I crave.

The wall is rough against my back, but I barely even notice. I’m so caught up in the feeling of Jameson pressed against me, the sensation of his tongue toying with mine, his big hand climbing my thigh.

He releases my mouth, only to bite my neck, and I groan loudly. When he discovers that I’m not wearing any panties, he moans softly.

“Fuck, Emma,” he whispers. His fingers trace their way inward from my hip to find my pussy already soaking wet for him. He searches for my clit for a second, sucking on my neck in a sweet spot.

Then he finds my clit, and I actually see stars for a second. Then he slides one thick finger inside me, and I make a strangled sound. He groans a little.

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