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)
I close my eyes and begin touching myself, trying to duplicate the precise way Josh touched me when we “danced” at Reed’s club. God, that was hot. So fucking hot.
Oh, I’m already pulsing like crazy.
My fingers massage and rub, working round and round.
I imagine the ridges and ripples of Josh’s abs, the incredible muscles on his arms, that tight “V” on either side of his lower pelvis, his tattoos, and, the crowning glory, that incredible hard-on I saw hiding beneath his wet briefs.
Oh, I’m especially sensitive to touch right now. Getting myself off today is gonna be as easy as falling off a greasy log.
I begin moaning softly.
Oh, I’m right on the cusp.
I imagine the outline of Josh’s hard dick in his wet briefs, and then I fantasize about it sliding inside me, thrusting in and out of me, over and over.
His lips are on mine, devouring me. His hands are touching my naked body. He’s whispering in my ear, calling me his Party Girl with a Hyphen.
Oh yeah. My skin is beginning to prickle like I’ve got a chill, always a deliciously disorienting sensation under hot steaming water.
I imagine the cocky expression on Josh’s face when he accused me of dripping down my thigh with desire for him—which I was. Oh, God, yes, I was.
I’m rocked with a massive orgasm that makes my insides twist and shudder.
“Fuck,” I blurt. “Oh my God.”
Pleasure is vibrating between my legs and throughout my abdomen.
Oh boy. That was a nice one.
I return the showerhead to its holder and lean into the shower wall for a moment.
I’ve never wanted a man this much in all my life.
Damn.
What have I done? How the hell am I gonna get myself out of this pickle I’ve created? Never in a million years did I think it would take this long to wear Josh down. I figured he’d throw me some nominal, flirtatious resistance and then give me what I want, the way all other men do, to be perfectly honest. Goddammit. I feel like stomping my foot in frustration.
I get out of the shower and dry off with one of the thick, white towels on the nearby shelf and quickly check my texts again—I stayed in the shower longer than I intended to—and, oopsies, there’s a group text from Jonas, telling Henn, Josh and me to meet him and Sarah up in his suite in ten minutes. Oh, crap. I better get a move on.
I quickly dial Josh. He picks right up.
“Did you see Jonas’ text?” I ask.
“Yeah, I just got it a minute ago. Henn and I are on our way to your room to get you. We don’t want you walking up to their suite alone. See you in five.”
Twenty-Three
Josh
It’s official. Sarah Fucking Cruz is the biggest badass I’ve ever met. She took a naked selfie in the bad guys’ bathroom and emailed it to them right then and there? She must have ice in her veins. Ha! Well, I guess Kat’s not the only terrorist in our group. Holy shit.
“And then,” Sarah continues, beaming, “both of them opened my email right on the spot.”
“Now that’s the way to do it, Sarah Cruz! Who’s the fucking genius now?” Henn shouts, scrambling to his laptop.
I glance over at Jonas in the far corner, intending to share a look of celebration with him, but his jaw is clenched and his eyes are blue chips of granite.
“Bingo,” Henn says after a brief moment of studying his screen. “You did it, Sarah. We’re in. I’ve got Oksana’s computer and that guy’s phone. Holy shit. Jackpot.”
“She’s a fucking assassin,” I whisper to Kat.
“Birds of a feather flock together.” She winks.
I chuckle.
“Oh my God,” Henn says, staring intently at his computer screen. “The bastard forwarded your email to another computer and opened your photo there, too.” He makes a sound of extreme joy. “Brilliant, Sarah.” He clicks a button on his keyboard and, all of a sudden, his cheeks suddenly turn bright red.
“So, Henn?” Sarah asks, her cheeks flushing every bit as much as Henn’s.
Henn jerks his head up from his screen, his cheeks blazing. “Yes?”
“So now what?” Sarah asks.
“Well, um,” Henn says. He swallows hard. Oh yeah, my boy’s definitely been thrown for a loop by something on his screen. Henn clears his throat. “I’ll snoop around both computers and this Max guy’s phone and see what I can find. And then we wait for them to hopefully access their mainframe and bank accounts. I imagine we won’t have to wait too long.”
“Can you delete that photo?” Jonas asks, his voice tight. “Can you find it and erase it everywhere?”
“Um, sure, no problem,” Henn says quickly, his face turning an even darker shade of red. “I can delete it right now, if you want me to. I’ve got total access.”
Oh, well, that answers that question: Henn’s looking at the selfie Sarah sent to Oksana and Max. Ha! Poor Henn never did know how to keep a poker face.