His mouth goes for my breasts, fully exposed now, and he sucks and teases one nipple and rolling the other with his thumb and forefinger. I throw my head back and moan. He moves his eager mouth to my neck and hikes up the hem of my dress. I feel him rip off my lace thong. Holy crap, that is incredibly hot. He reaches up my thigh and slips his fingers between my lips and begins to tease me. Not being able to take any more, I break the silence.
"Fuck me." I tell him.
"No."
"Why? I need you."
He looks me in the eye. "I told you once already, Tess. I won't fuck you. You are more than a fuck or a lay. What I am going to do to you is press you up against this stall door and make love to you fast and very hard."
I nearly come at his words. "Then do it, make love to me. But you can't leave me anymore. You have done it one too many times now, in the times I have needed you the most. Even when I didn't know it was you that night, I needed YOU."
"I know." He takes a condom out of his pocket, tears it open with his teeth and rolls it on. He lifts me at my waist, pushing my back against the door, and I feel the head of his dick at my opening.
"Please," I beg with a whimper, and he slams into me just as he promised, hard and fast. I let out a high-pitched squeal and catch a smile on his lips. He keeps up his fast pace and as I feel myself building, going higher and higher, he moans my name, and I am lost. I am soaring above Earth, searching for my body, as I come plummeting back.
We are both breathing heavily when he carefully lowers me to the floor and helps fix the straps to my dress. He then pinches the tip of the condom, squinting as he pulls it off and tosses it in the toilet behind him.
"I really hate these suckers," he says with a little snicker.
I giggle a little. "I can see about going on the pill. That is, if we are going to make this a regular thing."
He smirks. "Oh, it will be. If you'll have me?"
"Sir, are you asking to be mine?" I tease him in a mock English accent.
He raises an eyebrow. "Well, whenever I asked you to be mine, you never fully answered so I may as well ask to be yours."
I lick my lips and nod slowly.
"Let me buy you a drink." he states.
We walk out of the restroom to find a line of women impatiently waiting.
Oh, crap, crap! People know that we just had a quickie in a public restroom. I probably look like a pretty big slut right now. Then Ben does something that surprises me: He takes my hand. And leads me down the slim hallway back out to the bar. I look to the right and to the left to see the women glaring at me, passing their judgments on me. Then one speaks up. "I see how it is, Ben, you take the short dog into the toilet for a quick screw but you won't even give me the time of day?"
Ben stops in his tracks and turns toward her. "If you EVER say anything like that again to or about my GIRLFRIEND, I will be sure that everyone will know what you did to Dan and what kind of a dirty bag you are. Do you understand me, Jackie?"
I look up; she has the look of pure horror and humiliation. Good. Jackie just nods. I wonder how he knows her or her name and what dirt he has on her.
Ben offers me a stool at the bar and sits next to me, not letting go of my hand.
"Girlfriend, huh?" I ask him.
He smiles his million-dollar panty-dropping smile. "Is that all right with you? I know you wanted to know last week what we were. I suppose now I know and so do you."
I try to resist the megawatt smile from spreading across my face. "What makes you think I want to be your girlfriend?"
He leans in close to my ear, brushing his lips against my cheek and says, "Because what you and I have is the most important thing to me and I will not let you slip through my fingers, that and you're not the 'fuck 'em and leave 'em' kind of girl."
I am literally panting.
I sigh. "I guess you're right, Bond. You have officially ruined me."
He lightly laughs. "Back to Bond, are we? Punky?"
The sound of our nicknames makes me full on laugh and snort a little. Oh God! I cover my face in horror, but Ben pulls them away and holds them both.
"Don't ever hide who you are."
I blush. "So who was that woman and what did she do to Dan?" I ask him
"Let's get our drinks, head to a sofa, and I will tell you." He orders us glasses of moscato. We sit; he puts his long arm around my shoulder. Oh, I am loving this. He is so warm and smells a mix of me and him. I take a little sip of my wine and notice him staring at my mouth.
I put my free hand on his thigh. "So…?"
"All right, so, when my family and I moved here from London, Dan was a guy who lived up the street and we became fast friends, and even attempted a little band out of his garage. We were inseparable. He's a great guy and even though we didn't go to the same college, we ended up working at Tones together. We have been friends since we were fifteen."
He pauses, takes a sip of his wine, licks his tasty lips, and I oh so bravely push myself up and lick them myself. I have no self-control at the time being. He looks at me with burning eyes when I settle back down next to him.
"Like I was saying…Dan and I worked at Tones together and he started to date this girl, who he fell pretty hard for. They dated for nearly a year, and one day he discovers he has crabs. Now we all know you can get crabs from a public toilet, but in Dan's case it was because his girlfriend was cheating on him with any guy who would look at her, and that was a lot."
"Jackie?"
He nods his head. "Yes. So obviously Dan dumped her ass, before he could catch another STD, and was so humiliated and fed up that he asked to be relocated to another location."
"So do you still see Dan?" I can tell he misses his old friend.
"Here and there, when he has to come back for a major meeting, but that's not too often. We do stay in touch on Facebook and text one another."
I have a thought. "The first time I came here and was watching all the conversations, I saw a girl being very persistent with you in the chat room. You said something like 'not after what you did' and you told her to get lost. Was that Jackie? Is Jackie Slippery_When_Wet69?"
He lets out a deep grumble that I can feel in my thighs. "Yeah, she keeps trying to get with me, because I am the only one who's never came onto her."
"I understand that. Wanting something that you can't have it totally sucks. So do I have anything to worry about?" The way I say it, I hope he hears it like 'do I have to worry about you sleeping with the slut or anyone else for that matter?'
He looks me right in the eye. Leans in, and presses his forehead to mine, and says, "No."
"So, what now?" I ask him.
He gives me a sly smile. "Don't be mad. But that night after the Maroon 5 concert…while you were sleeping I e-mailed your photos to the band like Adam asked, and to my boss."
Oh. OH?
"My boss would like to meet with you about a possible job offer. One that requires you to photograph the shows I attend."
"Oh. My. God!" is all that comes out.
I attack him with a body-crushing kiss.
My twisted knight in dark shiny armor.
First I would like to thank my husband, for putting up with my hours and obsessing about this book, going after the boys when I was typing away and not committing me to the insane asylum for when I talked about my characters as if they were real people.
Thank you mom, you were so supportive over this and along with everything I do, but took in everything I had to say and let me vent. Don't look at me when you read it! Yes a little awkward haha.
Especially for my best friend Katie Potvin! You my dear have put up with so much of my book talk that you deserve a medal! I have loved gushing over the detail with you. And to my friend from afar bestie Heather Putnam, for being the first to read my extremely raw first draft and for cheering me on, I love you so much for putting up with me.
To the amazing author Jenn Sterling, whose book inspired me to "prove it" and pursue my dreams. Also
to new author friend Jessica Park for being stunning! Giving me tips and even putting me in contact with her and now my editor.
Thank you for all your "tough love" Jim Thomsen, my amazingly cool editor! You bared though my rough manuscript and have taught me so much. You are more than a copy-editor; you are a teacher and a great person. Thank you for all the help you have offered me.
To all my girls on InstaGram and the members of SMI Bookclub, who were the first to know about this book. You all have shown me more love than I knew possible, I wish I could hug each and every one of you.
My beta readers:, Christy D., Claudia C., Elise T., Jade G., Michelle F., Candace C., Stephanie O., Tasha T., you are all my lovies!
To my best friend's hubby and my friend Randy Potvin, for helping me clean up my manuscript and designing my cover with me! You are multi-talented and can go far with your gifts.
Joe Marvullo. What can I say? I made a little comment on one photo on your IG, not expecting any sort of reply back and you offer yourself to me. You showed me something that I have never seen in person before, unconditioned kindness. I have heard people talk about it, but never witnessed it for myself. I am grateful and extremely thankful, I cannot express this enough. So thank you.
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Sam Roman, thank you so much for posing with Joe on this cover. You are very beautiful and I couldn't have imagined anyone better.
Photographer David Massa, thank you for helping make my cover dreams come true.
Thank you Randy Potvin for putting my cover together for me! You brought my vision to life! You are extremely talented and I couldn't be happier with my cover!
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
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