He looked away from me.
I said, “Let’s go in the bathroom and fuck.”
He exhaled heavily and stood up from the stool.
“No?” I said, feeling ashamed for the words coming out of my mouth, yet completely powerless to stop them. “You know, one of my favorite books has this sizzling chapter where the main characters go to lunch together. And even though it’s a first date, they end up fucking in a bathroom stall because they can’t wait to get at each other. He just bends her over and gives it to her, hard and fast. I’d like to reenact that scene.” I took a hasty sip of water and got my nerve up. “All we’d have to do is pick the biggest stall, and then you flip my dress up and take me from behind. Or I could get on my knees for you?”
He paled and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You don’t want me, Nora. I’ll fuck you and when I’m done, I’ll leave you.”
All the air was taken out of me and a searing pain squeezed my heart so hard I thought I might cry out. “Well, if not you, then someone else will do,” I said, looking around the bar. “Who should I choose? There’s the young guy over there in the corner with the power suit and buzz cut who’s been trying to catch my eye since I sat down…although I think I see a wedding band on his finger. He’s out, I suppose. Even I have standards. And, there’s the fortyish-looking guy sitting across from me. He’s been staring at my breasts.” I smiled and waved at the gentleman in question, and he waved back, a hopeful look on his face. “Oh yeah, definitely interested.”
I opened my purse, pulled out a pen and wrote my name and number on a bar napkin. I pushed it over to Leo. “Do me favor? Take this over to him and tell him what a great girl I am. How good I am. How you know I’m not really
bad
.” I stared at Leo’s crotch. “Maybe tell him how hard you get when I talk about fucking.”
He pulled me off the stool so quick I didn’t know what had happened until I was standing right next to him, both of our chests heaving and tempers flaring. His eyes flashed. “Go back to your table. No fucking today, Nora,” he bit out.
I smiled and batted my lashes. “Tomorrow?”
He growled at me and I thrilled at the sound, imagining him doing it while he made love to me. See, here’s the thing: this was a whole lot more than just wanting to do bad things. I couldn’t blame this on meaningless sex. No, this was all about him. About
Leo
. He sparked this insatiable, urgent need in me, one that I hadn’t quite wrapped my head around yet. I’d never felt more alive than when I was with him, even if we were antagonizing each other.
“Are you high?” he asked me, his eyes boring into mine.
I laughed. “God, no. This is all me,” I said bitterly. “I don’t need drugs to be a whore, Leo. I can do it all by myself.”
--Excerpt is unedited and may change.
Very Bad Things Book Description:
Born into a life of privilege and secrets, Nora Blakely has everything any nineteen-year-old girl could desire. She’s an accomplished pianist, a Texas beauty queen, and on her way to Princeton after high school. She’s perfect…
Leaving behind her million dollar mansion and Jimmy Choos, she becomes a girl hell-bent on pushing the limits with alcohol, drugs, and meaningless sex.
Then she meets her soulmate. But he doesn’t want her.
When it comes to girls, twenty-five-year old Leo Tate has one rule: never fall in love. His gym and his brother are all he cares about until he meets Nora. He resists the pull of their attraction, hung up on their six year age difference.
As they struggle to stay away from each other, secrets will be revealed, tempers will flare, and hearts will be broken.
Welcome to Briarcrest Academy…where sometimes, the best things in life are
Very Bad Things.
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Available at Amazon and Barnes and Noble September 10, 2013.
Coming this falclass="underline" Forbidden Forever By: Christy Dilg
After a restless sleep, I get up and get ready for my day at work. A place people normally want to get away from, but I want to run to. Chance is standing at my desk when I walk in and shut the door behind me. It's earlier than a normal business day so not many workers are here. One look at him and I can't control the need I feel inside; basically throwing myself on him, he wraps his muscular arms around me. I feel the static that always draws me to him. I lift my head up and our eyes meet as I feel the firmness growing in his pants pressed up against my leg. The longing of him is making the pleasure of being this close so much greater. The sexual desire for months has been building up and is as heightened as it could be without just coming apart on my own. I want his hands on me. I need him to taste me. I need to feel him in me.
I grab his face and he presses my back to the wall; grabbing my face in his hands, he looks deeply into my eyes making sure this is what I want. He knows by the look on my face that I am ready to completely give myself to him. His hand slides up my back and pulls my light blue blouse out of the pants, never taking his eyes off mine. I pull off his doctor’s coat and start unbuttoning his dark, purple, long sleeve shirt. Taking in the deep smell of him, I know I have just begun to feel how amazing this is going to be no matter how wrong it is. He has opened my shirt by this point and I drag his shirt off and toss it somewhere below us. I see for the first time a sleeve of tattoos that seem hold a special theme like some remarkable work of art as it flows to his back and down his chest. It is truly the hottest thing I've ever seen. It looks like a history of pain and happiness; something I would study later when I have more time to think clearly.
He starts undoing my pants then his mouth drop as his hands slide my pants down my legs to the floor and he grabs my bare ass.
Cocking his head his grin turns up as he speaks, "Commando? Naughty girl you should be spanked! It's so fucking hot."
Blushing, I am standing pressed against the office wall in my bra and work shirt when he pulls back, holds me at arm’s length, and looks at me more closely than I would prefer.
Up and down glances with a hint of something sinful in his eyes as he leans in and whispers in my ear, "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. These legs, those feet, gliding his fingers over my bra to and releasing my breast, baby you are very much everything I've ever wanted."
I stepped over a line I said I would never cross but this man makes me feel beautiful, smart, I feel powered by him. In this moment, I know I will never be the same person from now on I will be a stronger one.
"I have wanted you for so long and I never dreamed it would be even more than I dreamed it would. Let’s not think about what's next let’s just think about now." He spoke.
I laid my head on his chest and we sat for what seemed like eternity but really we had thirty minutes before our day had to begin as boss and employee. The day goes by like a blur thankfully because I don't want to think about what I just did with a married man and I the unfaithful married woman. I smell like Chance and his smell is even more intoxicating than ever. All I want is more but I know we have to both go home to our spouses, the people that make us so unhappy. Michael probably deserves being treated like this, but what about Chance's wife? What have I done to her marriage? Now I am the monster.
My thoughts consume me for the remainder of the evening. This poor woman and what my actions would do to her. I start to wonder what she is like and then I step into reality with my own husband. The man I vowed to love and cherish through the good and the bad times. I broke our vows because I was being selfish. Selfish, something Michael always said I was because I wouldn't lose weight for him. What a jerk I whispered to myself. Why do I defend him for his actions and feel horrible about my own? He did this just as much as much as I did. He pushed me away. His words wounded my spirit, my soul, he wounded me.