by T L Swan
Our best friend Abbie is with us, as well as Natasha’s two security guards in the front. Max is driving and Anton is in the passenger seat. Joshua, Natasha’s husband is an app developer who’s hit the big time. Security is ridiculously high around her and their kids after everything they have been through.
Tash holds her hands up in the air in an exaggerated gesture. “Oh my God, tell me everything. What have I missed?”
I shrug. “Well...” I glance at Abbey. “I don’t know?”
“I can’t wait to meet your new boyfriend, Didge.”
I smile. Everyone calls me Didge. It’s short for Bridget.
“I can’t wait for you to meet him, either. He’s coming to the wedding tomorrow.” I smile proudly.
“Great.” Tash beams.
“Eric is a dick.” Abbey smirks.
My mouth drops open, but I can’t fight my smirk. “He is not.” Bloody Abbey and her unfiltered, honest opinions.
“Is too,” Abbey snaps. “He thinks he’s Starsky or Hutch or some shit.”
Natasha’s eyes flick to me in question.
“He’s not that bad.” I laugh. “And yes, he’s a cop. He’s smoking hot though. Keep your opinions to yourself, Abbs. Please remember you’re dating a gorilla on steroids. You can’t exactly judge me and my choices.”
Natasha and Abbey laugh, and I glance up and see Max smirk in the rear view mirror.
“Yeah, well, that gorilla is an animal in the bedroom. I’m down with gorillas.”
Tasha and I both giggle. Abbey is a slut—a bona fide, self-confessed slut. She loves men and sex and is enjoying every perk of being a super attractive, single woman. Her hair is long and golden, and she has a kicking body that she shows off unashamedly.
Every man she meets ends up eating out of her hand.
Her mantra is no boyfriends, no ties, just fun.
And boy, does she stick to it.
We pull up, climb out of the car, and make our way to the bar where we’re all meeting.
Joshua, Cameron, Scott, and Adrian are all sitting at a table. We make our way over. “Didge,” Cameron calls as he grabs me and pulls me into a headlock. I laugh, scurry free and make my way around the table to kiss them all on the cheek. “Oh, it’s so good to see you all. I’m getting a drink first and then I will be right back.” I smile.
I walk to the bar, completely buzzing. My family are home and it feels so damn good.
We are in for a great weekend. They’ll get to meet Eric tomorrow and I’m so excited.
“Hello, Bridget,” a familiar voice says calmly behind me.
I turn around in a rush.
Dear God. The blood drains from my face.
“Ben,” I whisper. He towers over everyone around him. My body recognises the strength in his, immediately weakening my legs.
My heart starts to hammer in my chest.
“What…?” I shake my head. I have no words. “What are you doing here?”
His hungry eyes drop down my body. “I’m here for you.”
STANTON ADORE
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“Yes I’ll have a tall latte, double shot,” he smiles.
“I’ll have a skim cap please.” The waitress scribbles on her pad and leaves us alone.
He rests his elbows on the table and links his hands together under his chin, waiting for me to speak first. His eyes have a mischievous glow to them.
“So Josh, tell me about your life?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “What do you want to know?”
“I hear you’re wealthy.”
He smiles, “In some things.”
I tilt my head on the side, “What do you mean?”
“Well, I have money. It depends on your definition of wealthy.”
Oh, I suppose. What’s your definition?” I ask, surprised.
He shrugs again. “Happily married, healthy kids.”
The waitress returns with our order.
Smiling, I rest my chin on one hand while I find myself swooning at his feet. “Are you dating?” I ask.
He scrunches up his nose, “Hell no.” Our drinks arrive and the waitress’s eyes linger a little long on Mr Orgasmic here. I narrow my eyes at her. Ok, enough, buzz off.
“You,” I frown.
“Huh?”
“Are you dating?” I ask.
“No, nothing like that. Mum told me you had a boyfriend.”
I nod a little embarrassed. “Um, ex-boyfriend,” I murmur.
“What happened? Why did you break up?”
I smile. He smiles, “I see you’re still a shit liar.”
“I hoped you hadn’t heard about that,” I wince.
“What? Heard that some poor bastard asked you to marry him and you knocked him back and dumped his sorry ass?”
I put my hand over my face in embarrassment. “It sounds cold when you put it like that.” I peek out from behind my hands to see him smirking at me.
“What happened?” He asks.
“We were never going to work out. I’ve never been so shocked in my life as the day he proposed. It was awful.” His thumb is under his chin and he is wiping the side of his pointer across his lips as he listens, his gaze locked on mine.
“Why wouldn’t you have worked out?”
“We weren’t …compatible.”
He raises his eyebrows. “Compatible,” he repeats.
Why did I say that?
“You mean sexually?” His eyes darken with an emotion I’m familiar with. Arousal.
“Among other things,” I quickly add. I suddenly feel very uncomfortable. “Why aren’t you married?” I blurt out.
He smiles a slow sexy smile. “I haven’t found anyone who fits the job description.”
“What’s the job description?” I breathe.
His eyes bore into mine with an intensity that heats my blood. “Someone who fucks like a slut, with the morals of a nun.”
I choke on my coffee. Of all the things I thought he would say, that was definitely not it. I feel a frisson of uneasiness creeping up on me.
“You can’t be serious?” I gasp.
“Absolutely,” He nods as he takes a sip of his latte, his eyes not leaving mine.
“You want to marry a slut?”
He nods again. “It depends what your definition of a slut is. What do you think a slut is?” he asks.
“Someone who will sleep with anyone,” I reply.
He nods and takes another sip of his latte. “You see I think a slut is a woman who loves to fuck.”
I swallow the large lump in my throat. His voice has dropped to a low husky sound, one that is screaming to my subconscious. He continues, “I couldn’t be with a mousy woman who doesn’t love to fuck as much as I do. I have an insatiable appetite for sex,” He licks his lips. “High maintenance so to speak.” His eyes burn into me once again, silently daring me to say something. His eyes drop to my lips and want pools in my stomach. “The woman I marry will have to endure hours and hours of being tied to our bed, legs spread wide while I pleasure her with my tongue and fuck her with my hands. Then put up with me continually driving into her tight cunt with my cock so hard that she won’t know where I end and she begins. Constantly. She would have to love taking me orally, vaginally and anally…. repeatedly.” He gazes at me again and steeples his hands under his chin.
For the love of god, my mouth has gone dry.
“Can I take your order, love?” I jump, oh shit did she just hear that?
“Um, bacon and eggs please, and an orange juice.” I’m embarrassed and put my head down to hide my blush.
“I’ll have the same.” He smirks a sexy smile at me.
Bloody hell.
Ok, my brain has fried. I can’t even speak as I visualize exactly what he has explained to me. Orally, vaginally and anally……shit. That sounds exactly what I want to do today. Is he trying to drive me out of my frigging head? He’s not playing fair.
“So, precious.” My eyes snap up at the nickname he used to call me. “Do you know anyone that you could put up for an interview?”
I scowl at him. He’s playing with me, the bastard. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Yes, I do actually, “I reply. Actually no I don’t. Only me. I would rather cut of my left arm than put someone else up for that position. I scan my empty head for a comeback. Nope nothing, a 2am regret coming up.
“Are you purposely trying to turn me on?” I whisper.
“Is that what I’m doing?” His gaze bores into me, burning holes with its heat.
“Yes,” I whisper. “You know you are.”
He inhales a deep breath through his nose as he leans back in his chair and rearranges his cock unashamedly in his pants. My eyes drop down to between his legs and I swallow a golf ball in my throat. Ok, if he gets away from me today without giving me what I need, I’m going to need sectioning tonight.
“I’m always hard when I talk about what I need in a wife.”
“You have this conversation often?” I’m offended.
“No, first time,” He smiles.
I narrow my eyes. “Bastard,” I whisper. “Stop playing with me.”
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
