Joshua
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“Well played,” I compliment as the server girl places a bottle of vintage champagne on the table. Hudson pops the cork and pours four glasses, then hands us our drinks. The girl closes the velvet curtain of the balcony, separating us from the bar.
“What have you been up to since the last time we saw each other?”
“Well, I studied long and hard, got my doctoral degree in psychology, and became a mental health physician.”
“You’re a doctor then?”
“I am.”
“Congratulations. That’s some achievement.”
“Thanks. And you made it to CEO of the Vandenberg Imperium. That’s pretty impressive too.”
“It doesn’t save lives, but I’m proud to say we’re one of the hundred best companies to work for since 2013.”
“Good for you.”
Slowly but surely, I feel the liquor kicking in, and by the time Hudson pours us another glass, I’m feeling a buzz, and find my hand on Rebecca’s bare thigh. She uncrosses her legs, then spreads them a little wider.
I’m not certain if I’m drunk, which probably means I am, and even though I’m feeling her up again, I’m not completely sure if I want to fuck this woman. Hell, I don’t even know if she wants me to. Just as I start removing my possessive hand, she grabs it and guides it further up her thigh. My fingers creep underneath her skirt and I touch her panties. Christ, she’s wetter than the inside of my glass of champagne.
Rebecca presses her mouth against my ear and whispers, “I can see through the fabric of your slacks you’re getting hard.”
No shit. “You have good eyes.”
“Twenty-twenty vision. Why didn’t you fuck me back then, Mac? I still remember your rock-hard cock pressing against my body. I was wet for you, like I’m wet for you now.”
Okay, so she knows how to talk dirty. Nothing wrong with a little hard-core language to trigger my arousal. I search for her eyes; big blues with dilated pupils. She’s giving me the go-ahead all right, so I slip my middle finger beneath the drenched fabric of her panties, and let it slide back and forth through her slick folds. “Probably because you were too young.”
The tip of her tongue wets the edge of my ear. “I was eighteen and wanton.”
“Damn.”
“I’m all grown-up now, Vandenberg, so don’t you dare hang me out to dry again.” She then grips my wrist and pushes my finger inside her pussy, and she moans softly in my ear.
“You like having my finger inside you, sweetheart?” I whisper as I keep fingering her pussy with slow strokes.
“God, yeah,” she says, breathing louder. “Please, don’t stop, Mac.”
“You like it down and dirty, Dr. Hansen?”
She wets her lips, nodding.
I instantly remove my finger, grab her by her hand, and pull her from the couch. Hudson and Lisa are talking and sipping champagne, behaving. “We’ll be right back,” I tell them.
Let’s bring on the dark room.
ALSO BY BEATRICE SAND
THE AMBROSIA TRILOGY
paranormal romance
House of Guardians
House of Terrors
House of Divinity
THE VANDENBERG CLAN
contemporary romance
Hannah
Joshua
In progress:
Mac
Eloise
Jaz
Tristan
Bodhi
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Beatrice Sand lives in a tiny green village in the Netherlands with her husband and an adopted tortoiseshell cat called Sofie. She found her motivation to write when her niece told her there was nothing better than reading about breathtaking vampires, which resulted in The Ambrosia Trilogy, with hot, sinful demigods. Before Beatrice started writing, she worked in the tourism and hospitality industry in Spain and Portugal, where she developed a strong passion for the Mediterranean lifestyle. She enjoys Spanish food, lazy Sunday afternoons, and reading or writing a book that sends butterflies to her stomach.