Chapters (42)
- 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
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter 32
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Epilogue One
- Epilogue Two
- This Is Forever
- Tempt The Hookup
- Books By Natasha Madison
- Acknowledgments
“And why is that?” I ask, now suddenly pissed off.
She shrugs her shoulders and looks away, then looks back at me. “It’s just easier that way.”
“For who?” I ask her, and she just shakes her head and smiles.
“For everyone,” she answers, taking another strawberry. “These strawberries really are the best.”
“They are,” I say, and I just watch her. Putting her drink down, she gets up, walking to me. She picks up her dress and proceeds to straddle me. My hands automatically go to her hips as she sits on top of me.
“I have an itch, Mark,” she says softly. “An itch that only you can scratch.”
“Is that so?” I ask her as she grinds her hips on my already hard cock.
“That is very so,” she says. When she leans in closer, I take her mouth. My hand moves up her back, her tongue tasting of strawberry and orange. Her head tilts to the side in order to deepen the kiss. She wants to be in charge, and just for a minute, I’m going to let her.
When her hands go from my chest to my hair is when I take over. I wrap one arm around her waist and stand, her mouth leaving mine as she yelps. “Time to show you my bedroom.” Her legs wrap around my waist.
“That sounds like a great idea.” She smiles, moving her mouth close to my ear. “Besides …” She nips my earlobe as I walk through the doorway, and I want to press her against the glass window. “It’s time to show you my vagina.”
Chapter Seven
Vivienne
My hands go into his hair, and I slam my mouth onto his as he carries me through his house. Sitting in front of him and hearing him tell me that he doesn’t know where this is going was nerve-wracking, but there is only one place for this to go. In a week, he’ll move along and so will I.
His tongue rolls with mine, and the anticipation of what’s to come gets all my senses going. The little flutters start again in my stomach, and this time, I know it’s just because I’m eager to finally get some dick. My heart hammers in my chest, which is new, but I guess it’s been a while, so every part of me is excited. I moan into his mouth when he stops moving, and I look around his bedroom. The wall of windows provides a view of the river, and the sun shines in. His king-size bed sits in the middle of the room with two chaises on one side and then a sofa on the other. His room is massive, and I’m going to fuck him on every single surface.