Chapters (34)
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Table of Contents
- About This Book
- Playlist
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Epilogue
- Preview of Love Unexpected
- Acknowledgments
- Also by Q.B. Tyler
- About the Author
“I actually have to go to the bathroom,” I say awkwardly. I’m not sure that he’s hitting on me so much as just being friendly but I could be a little naïve in the guys department. I point towards the bathroom. “It was good seeing you,” I say with a tone as bubbly as I can muster before I’m on the move without another word. My quick exit could be misconstrued as rude but I’m not sure how much time I have before James decides to do something reckless. I’m moving off of the crowded dance floor towards the bathroom when I feel someone coming up fast behind me and then a hand wrapping around my elbow and I’m being hauled into a dark room marked Employees Only.
“We aren’t employees,” I whisper. I can’t see his face because it’s pitch black but I sense him. I smell him. I feel him.
“I almost ruined your little reunion. Watching him watch you made me fucking crazy. He was hitting on you.” I feel his breath on my face and it smells of whiskey and mint and it’s sexy as hell.
“Was he? I wasn’t sure.”
“And you let him touch you.” He turns on the flashlight on his phone, illuminating the room and allowing us to see each other.
My God, he’s gorgeous.
“He steadied me because I ran into him while I was trying to text you.”
He presses me against the door, rubbing my thigh and sliding his hand between my legs, stroking me through my panties. Despite the cold weather, I’m not wearing tights as only about two inches of my legs are showing, allowing him very easy access to my sex. “It pisses me off that I couldn’t claim you in front of him the way I wanted to. You are fucking mine.” Irritation mixed with lust covers his features and it’s a look of pure sex.
“I am yours. You know I am,” I tell him. He begins to stroke my inner thigh and I let out a moan as his finger strokes me from the top of my mound downwards. I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face into the place where his neck meets his shoulder and I bite down. Hard.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Trying to mark me?”
“You’re mine, too,” I grit into his ear. “I know women have probably been staring at you since the second you walked in here.”