The Consummation (The Josh & Kat Trilogy #3) Read Online Lauren Rowe

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Josh & Kat Trilogy Series by Lauren Rowe
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Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 132464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
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“Oh my shit. Really? That’s the story you’re telling yourself inside your head? That I ‘didn’t want you to know’ I’m moving to Seattle? That’s an interesting spin on reality—and when I say ‘interesting,’ what I mean is ‘completely delusional.’”

I open my mouth to protest. Is he seriously picking a fight with me? We just walked into his house from the airport not five minutes ago and he’s already laying into me? Why the hell did I come all the way down here to L.A. if he’s just gonna ‘dick it up’ and not even try to convince me he’s sorry for—

“Babe,” Josh says emphatically, cutting off my internal rant. “I didn’t tell you I was moving to Seattle, which is a whole lot different than me ‘not wanting you to know,’ because I’m a total flop-dick who’s scared shitless about the intensity of my feelings for you.”

My heart skips a beat.

A sexy smile dances on his lips. “I didn’t tell you because I’m having a hard time believing feelings this intense could possibly lead to anything but a gigantic fireball in the sky that burns out as quickly as it ignites,” he continues. “But, I’ll be damned, no matter what happens, my feelings don’t seem to burn out—not at all—they just keep on blazing hotter and hotter.” He bites his lip. “And hotter.”

If I were a cartoon character, I’d be saying, “Hummanah-hummanah-hummanah” right now. But since I’m a flesh-and-blood human, I just stare at Josh, my chest rising and falling with my sudden arousal.

Josh grins. “So don’t say I didn’t want you to find out. Big difference. Okay?”

I nod, my eyes wide. I want to tackle him. Lick him. Kiss him from head to toe. Suck his dick. But I don’t move a muscle.

Josh settles into a chair and moves the Scrabble pieces around on the table. “Now pick your fucking tiles so we can play the game.” He picks up the directions sheet from the box and studies it while I continue staring at him like a wide-mouth bass. “It says here each player picks seven tiles,” he says.

My crotch is burning. My nipples are hard. That was the most incredible speech any man has ever given me—and he wasn’t even buzzed or high or enacting some sort of fantasy role-play when he said it.

“We’re seriously gonna play Scrabble right now?” I manage to say. My cheeks feel hot. My clit is buzzing. All I want to do is fuck the crap out of him.

“Yup. Sit the fuck down, Party Girl. We’re gonna test my theory that you and I can have fun doing literally anything. Since playing Scrabble is my idea of the seventh circle of hell, I figure if we can have fun doing this, then I’ll have empirically proven once and for all we can have fun doing anything. And if we can have fun doing anything, then I also will have empirically proven I’m not Garrett Bennetting you.” He rolls his eyes with disdain. “Which, by the way, still pisses me off that you’d even think that for a minute.”

I open my mouth to speak, but close it again.

Josh claps his hands like he’s commanding a puppy. “Now, come on, Party Girl, sit down and pick your fucking tiles. Time to get your tight little ass whooped.”

I sit down across the table from him and stare at him blankly.

“Pick seven tiles,” Josh says, motioning to the scattered game pieces on the table.

I make a face like he’s a total dork, but I do as I’m told.

After I’ve got my tiles lined up on my rack, I look up, blankly. “Okay,” I say.

Josh’s gorgeous blue eyes are fixed on me intensely. “Go ahead,” he says, motioning to the table. “Play Scrabble.”

“‘Play Scrabble’?” I say. “I’ve never played this game before. I have no idea what to do.”

“You’ve never played Scrabble?” he says, incredulous.

“We always played cards and video games at my house—not board games. You go ahead and I’ll just do whatever you do.”

Josh grabs the directions sheet off the table in a huff. “Well, shit. I dunno what the fuck to do—I’ve never played Scrabble, either. I thought you’d know, growing up in a real family, and all.”

I bite my lip, trying not to smile.

Josh scans the directions for a moment, obviously completely annoyed. “Jesus, Kat, I figured you’d played all the board games.” He reads again for a long moment. “Okay, well, it looks ridiculously simple. Seems like we just lay tiles on the board to spell words and rack up points for the letters. Nothing to it.”

“Okay. You go first,” I say.

Josh pauses briefly, considering the tiles on his rack, and then lays down three letters: D-U-M.

“Dum?”

He shrugs sheepishly. “I don’t have ‘B-S-H-I-T’ on my rack,” he says. His eyes flicker with apology. “I was a total dumbshit for not telling you about Seattle,” he says softly.


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