Urban Love Prophecy
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Remembering the way he looked at me had my body flushing with arousal. There was a magnetism about him that couldn’t be denied, but he was dangerous with a capital D. Even if I didn’t have my rule about getting involved with people I work for, there was no way I could pursue anything with Grant. I had a deep sense of foreboding that he would be my downfall. I couldn’t chance the structure I’ve worked so hard to create for my life crumbling at my feet.
A while later, a tap on my shoulder made me turn, and I was greeted by the sight of my friend with benefits, Matt.
“Hey, pretty girl!” He shouted over the music and pulled me out of my chair, so he could engulf me in a tight hug.
“Hey, you!” I replied back and kissed his cheek. It was always awkward when we were together in public. I mean, are friends with benefits supposed to hold hands and engage in PDA? The whole thing was a definite gray area. And I didn’t do well with gray areas. I preferred life to be defined.
Matt set me down on my feet and signaled the waitress for a beer. He turned back to me, and his eyes journeyed down my body, flaring in a familiar way that showed me he liked what he saw. Even I had to admit I looked pretty hot in this outfit. My leather pants cupped my ass perfectly. The teal shirt had a black lace overlay and was fitted across my chest and torso. It had barely there black sleeves and the V-shaped neckline cut down low and accentuated my cleavage. I had on the most amazing pair of platform teal and black four-inch heels that made my legs look extra long. My wrist was covered in black beaded bracelets, and my ears had black dangling earrings hanging from them. My long, blonde hair was styled in soft waves down my back with the sides pinned loosely back, and small pieces framing my face. And my makeup was done up in what I liked to call, “Drama.”
“I didn’t know you were coming out tonight,” I said as we waited for his drink.
“Maya called me before you guys left,” he gestured towards Maya with his chin. “I figured it would be fun. This place is crazy slammed tonight. I can’t believe how many people are here.”
His eyes wandered over the bar, and I noticed several girls staring in his direction, licking their lips and panting like cats in heat. I didn’t blame them. At just under six feet, Matt could be a model with his tousled brown hair and green eyes. His body was fit and lean from his active lifestyle. But a sure sign that things with Matt and me would never progress was the fact that I wasn’t jealous in the slightest from all the attention he got. I had no claim to him, and he had none to me.
Once he had his beer, he sucked back a healthy amount before pointing towards the dance floor. “You want to dance?”
I nodded and let him lead me by the hand out to the floor. Whenever we were out together, we always danced for hours. Matt could definitely move.
Arms in the air, hips swaying, I lost myself in the sounds of 112’s, “Peaches and Cream.” Matt moved up behind me, pulling me back against his hard chest, grinding his hips into mine. His hands glided teasingly down my arms and sides, causing a slow burn in my belly. His hand moved my hair over my shoulder so his lips could skim along the side of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
Feeling like I was being watched, my eyes opened and looked directly into the blazing, heated gaze of Grant Morgan. I had made myself forget that he was there, but apparently he hadn’t forgotten I was. He sat forward in his booth, one arm propped on his leg – watching me. He was the master of his domain and of his body. You could tell he was at ease with himself and knew how to command his body. He had a powerful aura now that I was closer to him. And if I wasn’t mistaken, his jaw seemed to tick when Matt ran his hands intimately down my thighs as he danced behind me.
The dance floor was packed with bodies gyrating together. I could feel all my movements being tracked by Grant through the crowd. I could see the movement of his eyes on my hips as I dipped low. Whenever my hands would run up my torso and over my breasts, he would lick his lips. If Matt touched me intimately, Grant’s hands would tighten into fists.
At one point, I even caught him subtly adjusting himself. When he did that, I closed my eyes, overcome with a wave of need. I ran my hands over my breasts and down my torso, further stimulating myself. I could imagine my hands down his pants, feeling his hardness beneath my palm as I squeezed it and made him hiss with pleasure. And when my hands skirted further down my body, I imagined they were his, seeking to give me the same pleasure that I was giving him.
When I opened my eyes, the hunger I saw in his made my desire increase exponentially. I was so hot I felt like I would combust at any second. He was looking at me like I was his next meal, and I desperately wanted to find a platter to serve myself to him on.
From that moment forward, I danced for Grant. It was beyond my control. My imagination went wild with thoughts of him behind me, moving me sensually against him. Matt or not, I only wanted Grant to watch me. Only wanted him to touch me. Only wanted him to want me. It was dangerous. It was reckless. It was everything I wasn’t.
Grant watched me the whole time. Even when waitresses brought him what looked like whiskey or scotch, and even when Nik came back to talk with him. It was a rare occasion for me to look his way and not see his eyes on me. His heated look made my skin tingle, and my panties grow wet with desire. I might as well have been naked, for the way his eyes stripped me bare.
And that was how I spent the rest of the night. Seductively beckoning Grant to join me. Secretly wishing he would answer my unspoken call. When a man I didn’t know came up and pulled him away, I watched him leave the club and felt an odd sense of loss blanket me. What was happening to me?
Acknowledgements
I must start out by thanking my husband. He is my rock that keeps me grounded. Thank you for holding my hand when I need it, wiping my tears when they fall, and encouraging me to dream big.
I’d also like to thank my family for all their love and support. You guys give me that push I need to continue sometimes. Love you guys!
A special thank you to my beta readers: Debi Barnes, Jennie Wurtz, Elle Wilson, Alicia Clark, Nikki Targum, RS Grey, and Lynetta Halat. Thank you for all your invaluable insight and feedback. I couldn’t have done it without you!
To the Naughty Girls – I love you to death! Hope you enjoy Jay!
To all the bloggers that have supported me and continue to support me, thank you! Indie authors would be nothing without you! A special thank you to Love Between the Sheets, The SubClub Books, Three Chicks & Their Books, and Mean Girls Luv Books. I could never repay you for all you’ve done for me.
Ari Karčić – As always I love you and thank you for giving me a beautiful cover!
Isaiah Tullis – Thank you for giving Jay a voice! You did good… Real good!
Kathy Krick – I know the subject matter was hard but thanks for sticking with me!
Last, but certainly not least, thank you to the fans. You guys make all these crazy hours and stressful deadlines worth it! XOXO
About the Author
Jessica is the author of the Love Square series. She grew up in Central New York, where she spends her days as a Security Analyst at an IT consulting company. In her free time, she enjoys reading books and developing ideas for her own stories. Writing is her secret passion that she's been fostering since elementary school, when she wrote her first book about a puppy. It has always been a dream of hers to be able to share her stories with the world.
Jessica currently lives in New York with her husband and three dogs.
Other Books by Jessica:
Love Square (Love Square #1)
His Ever After (Love Square #2)
Their Merry Little Christmas (Love Square #2.5)
Our Naughty Honeymoon–featured in My Dirty Little Valentine Anthology
Bound in Blue (Love Square #3)–September 2014
Love, Your Concierge (Concierge #1)
The Taste of Mr. Davenport–featured in Forbidden Fruit Anthology Volume II
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