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Chapters (44)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise For Jodi Ellen Malpas
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. 1
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  43. About Jodi Ellen Malpas
  44. Also by Jodi Ellen Malpas

“That’s a bit of bad luck, isn’t it?”

Not really, baby, because you won’t be drinking. “We’ll see.” Is she smiling? She finds this funny? I stare her down, intent on maintaining the displeasure but, in truth, her sass drives me wild in more ways than one. It turns me on. How she tries to fight me. How she invites the inevitable, almost as if she wants me to take charge. Fine by me.

“You like?” I hear Luigi say, but nothing would make me look away from the challenge in Ava’s eyes.

“Great, Luigi.” I can barely talk with the lust clogging my throat. “Thank you.” I narrow my eyes further as Ava melts me with her blazing stare. She’s egging me on. And fuck, I’m game.

“The bill, please, Luigi.” Get her home. Get her naked. Get her in bed.

Luigi, God love that man, is back in a flash. I stuff my hand in my pocket and toss a pile of cash down, then claim her.

“We’re going.” My dick is beginning to weep, my heart is bashing relentlessly. I’ve never been so desperate to be inside a woman. Kissing her. Showing her.

“Are you in a hurry?” she asks, her feet moving fast as I guide her out of the restaurant.

“Yes.” I spin her and thrust her up against the side of my Aston, rolling my groin into her, demonstrating my rock-hard situation. My forehead on hers, I pant, and she’s right there with me. “I’m going to fuck you until you’re seeing stars, Ava.” I thrust forward, and she moans. “You won’t be going to work tomorrow because you won’t be able to walk.” That’s a promise. “Get in the car.” She doesn’t move, can’t move. She’s useless. Needs me to help her.

I open the door and deposit her in my car, and as I’m rounding the back to get in, my mobile rings. I laugh sardonically, leaving it in my pocket. It’ll be John or Sarah, or someone else that’ll beckon me away. No. Wild horses won’t get me away. Whatever it is, whoever it is, can wait.

Tonight, I’m all hers, and she is all mine.

24

I’m so intolerant of the other drivers on the road. Throbbing behind my jeans. Impatient to get her back to Lusso. It’s a short journey, but the longest fucking drive ever. My Aston is bursting at the seams with sexual tension, so much so, I’m forced to crank the aircon up to circulate some air.