Her Mr. Wrong (MF)
What Are Friends For 3

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Excerpt

STORY EXCERPT 

Amy waited for him to say something. She’d given up on Jillian or one of her other friends coming to rescue her. They probably thought she was enjoying being hit on by Slade. God, even his name was sexy in a rakish sort of way. All right, she was woman enough to admit she had enjoyed the way he just picked her up and carried her away. And yes, for a brief second, she had wished he was carrying her off to bed.

That alone told her just how dangerous he was. She knew better than to get involved with a guy like him. Guys like him—slick, sexy, and if his watch and ring were as expensive as she thought, they were rich—didn’t associate with girls like her . Of course, he didn’t know that right now, but if he saw her out of this dress and in her normal clothes, he wouldn’t even take a second look.

“I was hoping you would tell me a little about yourself. If you’d feel safer, we can talk on the dance floor.” He got to his feet and held out his hand.

She actually let him help her up and into her shoes. They made their way to the crowded dance floor where the rest of the wedding party was dancing. The song was slow. Slade eased her into his arms, pulling her close as he swayed gently to the music. Amy decided that for just the next few minutes, she was going to let herself enjoy being held by him. She rested her head on his shoulder.

“Amelia,” he said, roughly pulling her closer.

She couldn’t help but giggle at the sound of her name on his lips. “Amy. Only my grandmother calls me Amelia.”

“Amy. It fits you much better.”

Amy pulled back and looked up at him. She wasn’t sure who moved first, but suddenly her lips were pressed to his. He somehow managed to get them into a darkened corner where they wouldn’t be seen. With a wild turn, he had her back against the wall and his body pressed against hers. As their mouths plundered, their hands explored each other. His hand covered her breast, and instead of pulling away she actually arched into his touch. She could feel his arousal pressed against her and was impressed. If she was a different kind of girl, it would be so easy for her to let him to hike up her skirt and give them both what they wanted, but she wasn’t. Damn, this kiss was close to getting out of control, and though she loved the passion she hadn’t felt in so long, she knew it had to stop before they went too far. She pushed at his chest, and though he looked as confused as she felt, he took a step back. Just the few inches between them helped her to regain her senses.

“I need to get back to my friends. Jace and Lainey will be leaving soon.” Her excuse couldn’t have been any lamer, but it was all she had.

She dashed around him as gracefully as she could in three-inch heels. Just as she reached the dance floor, she spotted Lainey, who called her over. Jillian, Dianne, Sadie, and Karen were already there. A waitress appeared with a tray full of drinks, and Amy reached for one.

“I just wanted to make a quick toast.” Lainey lifted her glass high, and they all joined her. “To the best friends a girl could ever have.”

“Well, it wasn’t like we could let you live in sin forever.” Jillian flashed Lainey a teasing smile, and the rest of them laughed.

“You asked for it.” Amy, like the rest of her friends, looked at Lainey with equally curious expressions. “I was going to wait to do this, but since you guys delivered that little jibe, I’ve decided there’s no time like the present.”

“For what?” Amy asked, taking a sip of her drink.

“A dare.” They all stared silently, except for Lainey. It was her turn to laugh. “I dare you all to choose a man, and let yourself enjoy him.”

“What?” Sadie’s voice was a mere squeak.

“Come on. You guys aren’t going to be a bunch of cowards, are you?” Amy saw the way her friends’ eyes narrowed on Lainey, and she knew she had them. “Just pick a guy you want. Doesn’t matter who he is, just go for it. It doesn’t have to be forever.”

“You’re serious?” Karen’s tone was full of amusement.

“I am.” Lainey nodded. “Now, who is woman enough to take me up on it?”

“I’m in,” Amy said, hoping whoever she chose would wipe Slade and his delicious kiss out of her mind forever.

It was followed by a chorus of, “Me, too.”

“Good. You have six months,” Lainey said as they clinked their glasses to seal the deal, “and the one who comes in last, or chickens out, will be the first one I ask to puppy-sit.”

ADULT EXCERPT

“So you’re comparing the noises I make during sex to the ones I make when eating?”

“I wouldn’t know about actual sex, but when you’re pleasured, yeah, they’re very similar.”

She laughed, having found another button to push. “Doesn’t say much for your skills, does it?”

“You’re not funny.”

“I’m just saying.”

“Do you really want to go this route again?” His tone held a warning, but she chose to ignore it.

“What route is that?” Coyness wasn’t her strong suit, but she thought she pulled it off.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to him, covering her mouth with his. Amy didn’t fight it. Hell, at first she practically melted under his touch. His hands slid from her arms to her waist. Amy reached for the buttons on his shirt.

“What are we doing?” he panted.

“If we have sex, maybe it will scratch this crazy itch.” She gave up on the buttons and tugged the shirt over his head.

“And if it doesn’t?”

“We can worry about that then.” She dropped her work shirt to the floor and grasped the hem of her T-shirt, tugging it over her head.

“Not good enough.” He got to his feet and stood there looking down at her.

His gaze rested on her hot-pink bra for a second before he raised it to her face. “What would make this move a little quicker?”

“You’re hoping one bout of sex will rid you of the desire that burns for me inside you. I’m pretty damn sure it won’t. In fact, I think it’ll only get stronger. If I’m right, we may be making the problem worse.”

“So you don’t want to even try.” She slid her hand across her stomach to the waistband of her jeans.

His eyes widened just a little, and she undid them and shoved the jeans past her hips. “Are you sure?”

Just the fact that he was asking told her he was still waiting for her to come to him. “Take your clothes off.”

He obliged, damn quickly, too. Slade came down over her just as she finished kicking off her pants. Amy laughed as their hands tangled trying to get her bra and panties off. Damn, her couch was almost too small for this. His hands and mouth were everywhere, driving her crazy. She wasn’t about to let him have all the fun. Sliding her hand between them, she cupped his balls before moving to his cock. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked him. He groaned and pressed his hips forward. Amy stroked him faster.

Slade growled and grabbed her wrist. She lifted her hips, and his cock slid past her curls, along her wet, aching pussy. Amy wiggled, but she couldn’t get him where she wanted him. He flipped them over, settling her astride him. His thick cock was wedged against the crack of her ass. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his chest. The light smattering of light hair tickled her nose. He smelled so good. She inhaled deeper. Slade’s hands lifted her hips and he angled himself so the head of his shaft pressed at the opening of her slick, tight slit. Amy pressed down, sliding him deep inside her.

She pushed herself upright, putting one hand on his stomach and the other on the back of the couch. Her muscles clenched, as she rocked her hips. It felt so good, she rocked faster. Slade’s hands covered her breasts.

“Oh my…this feels…” Amy couldn’t put it into words.

The tension built to a peak she’d never reached before. She wanted to scream, as she reached for something she’d been missing.

He lifted his hips, bucking beneath her. “Fuck yeah.”