Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 114492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“Aw, come on, Kat. If you’re willing to meet me tomorrow night, that means you already know you’re not gonna be on a date with Cameron Schulz tomorrow night, which means you already know you’re not gonna sleep with him tonight, which means there’s no point in going through the motions with him anymore. Under the circumstances, the kind and efficient thing to do, therefore, is to stop wasting everyone’s time and come hang out with the guy you actually want to sleep with tonight. It’s the kindest thing you could possibly do, Kat—don’t you wanna be a kind person?”
“And you’re assuming the guy I actually want to sleep with is you?”
“Of course. It’s no big secret.”
I scoff. “You’re awfully cocky.”
“No, I’m confident—and with very good reason.”
Oh man, that last comment sent a shiver down my spine. “I wouldn’t be so confident, if I were you,” I say. “I haven’t spent five uninterrupted minutes with Cameron, thanks to you—with a little time, we might really hit it off. You never know. Maybe I will be sleeping with him tomorrow night. Hell, maybe I’ll throw caution to the wind and sleep with him tonight.”
Josh’s voice shifts to something animalistic. “Kat, fuck that shit right now. I’m the sane twin compared to my brother, but I’m still a fucking Faraday—you can’t say that fucking shit to me. Do you understand me?”
Oh, his voice is so fucking sexy right now, I’m wetting the cotton crotch of my undies.
His voice turns into a low, intense growl. “You like torturing me. Is that it? It gets you off?”
I’m so freaking wet. Oh my God, I want him. “Yeah, actually. It does.”
“Oh my fucking God,” he replies. “Go back in there and tell him you’ve got to go. Tell him you got a better offer from a man who’s gonna make you scream tonight.”
My heart is racing. The cool air on my face is doing nothing to calm my raging arousal right now.
“Come on, Kat. Do it now. Right now. I’ve got such a big fucking hard-on for you right now—and I know exactly how to use it.”
“You’d make me scream, huh?”
“Oh yeah. You bet. All night long, baby.”
“Coming from a guy who joined a sex club, I’m not sure if that’s good or bad. Would you make me scream your name or scream for the police?”
He laughs. “You’ll just have to roll the dice and find out, baby. Either way, you’ll thank me.”
I let out a shaky breath and shift my weight. I feel like every drop of blood and fluid in my body has flooded into my crotch all at once.
“You know how this story ends every bit as much as I do, Party Girl,” he coos. “Let’s cut out the middle bullshit and get to the good stuff. Because, trust me, the good stuff is really, really good.”
“I don’t have any idea how this story ends.”
“Yes, you do.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Well, I do. And, believe me, it’s so fucking good it’s gonna make you drip down your thighs.”
My clit flutters. So, it turns out Josh Faraday’s a dirty-talker, huh? He just gets better and better. I take a deep breath. “It’s gonna be that good, huh?”
“So. Fucking. Good. Oh my God. Best you ever had.”
If I weren’t on a public sidewalk right now, my fingers would already be inside my panties. “What’d you ask for in your application, Josh?” I purr.
He exhales. “You’ll just have to roll the dice and find out, Party Girl. Come on, Kat. YOLO. I’ve got a boner the size of the Space Needle for you right now. I jacked off in the shower yesterday, thinking about you. Don’t make me do it again tonight. What a waste of an epic boner. Come on.”
Oh man, he’s making me so aroused, I can’t think straight. “What’d you write in your application, Josh?” I ask. “Tell me and maybe I’ll tell Cameron I feel a migraine coming on.”
“I don’t negotiate with terrorists,” he says. “Just tell me where you are.”
I laugh, even though I don’t want to do it.
“YOLO, Kat,” he whispers like he’s trying to put me into a trance. “YOOOOOLO.”
I laugh again and shake my head, bringing myself to my senses. “Are you gonna tell me what you asked for in your application or not?”
“Not. You just have to roll the dice. That’s half the fun of fucking someone new. Come on.”
I’m pissed as hell he won’t tell me. Didn’t I just say I’d ditch Cameron if he told me? That’d be an exceedingly bitchy, heartless thing to do to the guy—and I’m still willing to do it for him—even though Cameron is a goddamned Major League baseball player, too. Well, now I’m pissed.
“Come on, Kat. YOLO,” Josh coos, clearly still thinking he’s got a chance of getting what he wants.