Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
He chuckles as he lets me through, and I feel rather smug as I sashay toward the stairs.
“I never understand you two,” Hope comments from behind me.
Posie laughs and says, “Can’t blame him for trying; you’re hot as fuck.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” I reply with an appreciative smile.
I throw back my drink, more than ready to enjoy the slight buzz it’s sure to give me. After ridding myself of my glass, I notice a lot of familiar faces, both family and friends. There are also a lot of people here that I don’t know, which is a good thing, especially while I’m on the dance floor. I love to dance, and I especially love enticing men with my dancing. Don’t get me wrong, I do it for myself, but dancing is an easy way for me to see which men are ballsy enough to approach me and which one I might be inclined to go home with. I think when two people dance, it’s so fucking sensual, it’s almost a form of fucking.
“Damn girl, get it. I’m surprised you never tried to get a job at Pearl,” Posie shouts over the music. I offer her a devilish smirk. Pearl is the Gentlemen’s Club that Dutton owns, where he first met Posie as a dancer. She’s since changed roles, as Dutton doesn’t let her dance for anyone but him now.
“I suggested it once, but Billie was against me working at one of her brother’s clubs. Besides, I think the ‘don’t fuck the clients’ rule would get in my way of having fun.” I laugh. Hope awkwardly bops, nowhere near drunk enough for the dance floor. Yet.
Posie laughs as she not-so-subtly points at some guy. “He looks very interested,” she says. I recognize the guy, though I can’t remember if I’ve hooked up with him before, with or without sex. Some nights get blurry. His gaze is glued to my hips as I sway them, feeding my feminine ego.
I approach him, letting his bold hands pull me in when I’m close enough. I wrap them around me and place them on my ass and hips, giving him full rein. The contact right now is everything I need, and I hope he doesn’t speak much so he doesn’t ruin the attractive face and sizeable arms. He’s just my type. Billie once joked that my love language is physical touch, but I didn’t need to take a test for something I already knew.
“I saw you walk in,” he says loud enough to be heard over the music. Of course, he did. It’s a pity I don’t remember his name. I’m trying to rack my brain as to where I know him from. “You look as beautiful as always, Ivy.”
Listen, I don’t need sweet talk, but it definitely helps a girl’s ego, that’s for sure. I’m not model size, but it’s never been relevant when I learned at a young age to embrace my curves, and that confidence will stop any man in his tracks. I have hip dips, a chubby midsection, and thick thighs accompany my luscious ass and large tits. Every single man I have been with has worshipped my body because I worship my body. I would never let a man talk ill of me. And I wouldn’t do it to myself either.
“Any chance you want to leave soon and head to my place?” he asks, turning me in his arms. Then his mouth finds my ear, and he starts trailing kisses up and down my neck.
“To yours?” I question, deciding not to push him away because I like this type of worship. But also, the party has only just begun, though, and I’m tempted to string him along for the night until I’m ready to leave. It fuels me to know I can have him so quickly.
Before he can answer, someone bumps into us, and I barely miss having a drink spilled on me.
“What the fuck ma—” my toy boy starts, but then snaps his mouth closed and pales as he sees the size difference between himself and his opponent.
Hawke hasn’t even noticed us as he makes out on the dance floor with his sweetheart. Her arms are around his neck, and her legs are wrapped around his hips as she grinds against him.
You have got to be kidding me.
The thing about Hawke is I never know when something is accidental or he’s childishly trying to grab my attention.
I scoff at them loud enough that his gaze flicks over to me while he continues to kiss her. He’s smirking as he pulls back and leans into her, biting at her earlobe, his gaze never wavering from mine, as if he’s trying to taunt me.
I turn toward my guy, so I’m back-to-back with Hawke, and he doesn’t have to deal with him.
“Not getting enough protein, obviously,” I say snidely to Hawke as I set my guy’s hands on my waist again.