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)
“What?” Kat repeats, tapping her toe.
I swallow hard. “You were gonna fuck me in the pool?”
“What?” She scoffs. “No. You wish.”
“You told Jen we were just about to fuck in the pool.”
She rolls her eyes. “I just said that to piss off your nasty little bitch of a fuck buddy. I’d never be just another ride on your freaking ‘Mickey Mouse roller coaster.’ Hell no. I’m officially done with that. Starting now.” Those perfect tits of hers are rising and falling sharply with her rage. Fuck, she’s turning me on so much, I can’t think straight.
“What the fuck are you so pissed about?” I ask. “I told you I fucked Jen in New York and you didn’t give a shit. I didn’t know she was gonna be here tonight—I wasn’t the one who invited her. So what the fuck’s made you so goddamned mad?”
She presses her lips together, her cheeks rising with color.
I chuckle. “Oh man.” I smile broadly, realization descending upon me. “You’re so jealous, you can’t see straight,” I say. “Miss I’d-Only-Be-Jealous-If-You-Were-My-Boyfriend is so fucking jealous, she’s about to explode.” I take a cautious step toward her and she takes a step back like a skittish pony. “Aw, come on, Party Girl. Tell the truth. You’re jealous as shit.” I smirk. “Come on, babe. We’re telling the truth tonight, remember—we’re playing the honesty-game?”
“Well, one of us is, anyway,” she says, taking another step back. “And one of us is full of shit. I’ll leave it to you to decide which of us is which.”
I laugh. “You’re insane right now. Certifiably insane.” I bite my lip. “But I guess that’s what jealousy will do to a woman, huh?”
She scowls.
“You were totally gonna fuck me in the pool just now, and you know it.”
She shakes her head, but her eyes tell me I’m right.
“You wanna talk about who’s full of shit? You don’t give a shit about my stupid application—that’s all an act. All you care about is feeling my hard cock deep inside you—nice and deep, making you come like I did in the club, only even harder.” I take another slow step toward her, and to my surprise, she doesn’t back up this time. Oh shit, her nipples are hard little pebbles behind her skimpy lace bra. “Aw, poor little Party Girl,” I coo at her. “You wanna fuck me so bad, just thinking about my hard cock inside you is making you drip down your thigh.” I point.
She jerks her head down to look between her thighs. “No. That’s just water from the pool, you sicko.”
I laugh. “Oh no, it’s not. It’s your juices. You’re dripping wet for me, aching for me so bad it hurts.”
“Screw you,” she mutters. She wheels around and marches emphatically down the hallway toward the private elevator, throwing her sequined dress over her head as she goes. She gets tangled in her dress briefly while it’s over her head and walks smack into the wall with a loud thud.
I grimace for her. “Ouch. You okay, babe?”
She bounces off the wall and wobbles for a moment in place and then yanks her dress firmly over her head and onto her tight little frame. “I’m fine,” she says emphatically. She pulls her wet hair out from the back of her dress and smooths her dress over her hips, her face the picture of pure defiance.
I laugh. She’s so fucking cute right now, she’s killing me.
“It’s not funny,” she huffs.
“I’m going back into Reed’s suite to get my clothes and your shoes and purse and then we’re going back to our hotel and we’re gonna fuck.”
Her lips part with surprise.
“No more terrorist bullshit,” I say firmly. “No more demanding my fucking application. I’m gonna fuck you and make you come so hard, you’re gonna cry. If you think you’re dripping down your thigh now, just wait ’til I get through with you.” I begin to turn cautiously away from her, not sure if my skittish pony is gonna stay or run, and she bangs the call button for the elevator, flashing me blazing eyes.
“Don’t do it, Kat,” I say. “Wait here.”
“You’re not my boyfriend—and I’m obviously not your girlfriend any more than Jen is. And, yes, I do demand your application before you can do a goddamned thing to me—even kiss me. So there.” She sticks out her tongue.
“Real mature,” I say, my heart suddenly pounding. Shit. She can’t really be serious about going down to the casino floor without me, can she? “I mean it, Kat. Stay here. I can’t go down there like this.” I motion to my wet briefs.
“Hmmph.”
The doors to the private elevator open and she glares at me, her eyes on fire.
“Kat. I can’t go down into the casino wearing nothing but wet underwear and a hard dick. Don’t go.”
She sticks her tongue out again.