“We should be on Dancing with the Stars,” I mumbled, mesmerized by how small my hips looked in his hands.
He let out a low chuckle and squeezed me tighter.
Suddenly uninhibited, I stumbled back and stripped off my tank, tossing it onto the carpet. He undid the buttons on his Polo and pulled it off, before joining me. His hands gripped my hips again as we moved to the beat of the music. If I thought Clint was attractive before, the cocaine pushed those feelings into overdrive. I felt like a supermodel and, based on what I was feeling through his jeans, he shared similar feelings.
I wanted him. Badly.
I lost all interest in dancing about a minute into it and began working to get his pants off instead. He backed me up against a wall and kissed my throat while fighting to get the zipper on my jeans down, as his teeth nipped at my breasts through the lace of my bra, forcing another moan from my lips.
I felt like I was floating somewhere high above my body as he slid into me. Sex with him while high was incredible—it was deeply spiritual; the way our bodies connected. He was tender…loving, you might say. It made the handful of times with my boyfriend in high school seem like a joke. This wasn’t some fumbled attempt in the backseat of his dad’s sedan. This was a man, taking what was his.
This was why people made such a big deal about sex.
I peaked in his arms, but didn’t once come down from my high. It was wrong, but everything about it felt right. As I steadied myself against his shoulder, I knew that I could never do it again.
“How are you feeling?” He murmured into my hair, before pulling out, leaving me empty. Hollow.
“I—I can’t do this,” I confessed.
He chuckled and pressed a kiss to my forehead, still holding me upright. “I’m assuming you mean the blow. It’s not for everyone. If you’re referring to me, I hope you’ll reconsider. That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
My heart fluttered again at his words, but I frowned. A drug dealer wanted to be with me. This hadn’t been part of my plans.
He tilted my face up to his. “Look at me, Neve. Do I look messed up to you?” I shook my head and he continued, “Exactly. I sell it, but I don’t use. Ever. It’s a business, baby. Plain and simple.”
I chewed on the corner of my lip while mulling over his words. He was right—the sex had been amazing. If he kept his business away from me, maybe we could make it work.
The coke had me feeling invincible; like I could take on the world. Maybe instead of locking myself away in the castle that was Hallett Hall, I should take a chance and let myself fall for someone.
It was time for me to live a little.
“Okay,” I agreed. “Let’s see where this goes.”
He flashed his white teeth as he grinned. “I’m going to take such good care of you, Neve. Just you wait and see.”
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About the Author
Shannon is a born and raised Texan. She grew up inventing clever stories, usually to get herself out of trouble. Her mother was not amused. In junior high, she began writing fractured fairy tales from the villain's point of view and that was the moment she knew that she was going to use her powers for evil instead of good.
In 2003, she moved to Denver and met the love of her life. After some relentless stalking and a few well-timed sarcastic remarks, the man eventually gave in to her charms and wifed her so hard. They welcomed a son in 2007 that they named after their favorite Marvel superhero, Spiderman.
Sick of seeing beautiful mountains through their window every day, the three escaped back to the desolate landscape of the west Texas desert in 2009. She welcomed her second son not long after and soon realized that being surrounded by three men was nothing at all like she'd imagined in her fantasies.
After an unplanned surgery in 2014 and a long pity party, she decided to pen a novel about the worst thing that could happen to a person in order to cheer herself up. She's twisted like that. Thus, From This Day Forward was born and the rest, as they say, is history. Not only does Shannon enjoy stalking people, she also has a fondness for being stalked.
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