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She looked around the roo one man after the next, until she see a beer bottle while leaning against the bar A slither of irritation slid down Tyler’s spine as he took a quick glance at the guy atching her as well The dude was good looking—you knooirl—yeah, he’d already decided she would be his for a while—anyway, she looked soaze broke from the fucker’s and continued to make its way around the room
He waited, anticipation wrapping around his throat—he could al around hi time, too
And then those glorious, orgas eyes landed on hi of his balls Their glances held, and in her eyes, he read a thousand things at once He was the one—the one she wanted She recognized him and son-of-a-bitch, she wanted him, too Satisfaction coursed down his spine, because he’d known that for once, his looks irl—not if she was holding a grudge against hie cockiness had wrought
Unable to control the need, he slowly surveyed all of her She was in a dress, a short dress that es and the curves of her waist He could lift that dress and tear off her underwear in two seconds flat if need be, although he seriously doubted she’d be wearing any panties—not with her agenda tonight
He felt another hit of anticipation— ti to touch her and as he raised his eyes back to hers, an unated stroke of pure heat damn near immobilized him
Yeah, baby, she was the perfect fuck personified He’d always known it, but now she was grown up so instincts go on high alert, but she looked pissed enough to go through with this—and he was just the guy to let her take advantage of hih, exotic cheekbones and the teht e of hihtened around his beer bottle at the fantasy in his h to fist his hands into the silky strands as he pushed her down to his cock
Was she good at giving head? Abruptly, he knew her experience or lack of it wouldn’taround hiainst his jeans so forcefully that beads of sere beginning to form on his brow
As her gaze slid away from his and she seemed to study the width of his shoulders, he knew, unequivocally, that he’d enjoy letting her use him for whatever score she needed to settle—shit, he was ballsing for her, even now
Just as the thought formed in his head that it was time—that he needed to rise to his feet to clais happened si another rush of searing need to land in his gut—and the biirl because she placed her fucking hand on his face, trying to get his attention
He resisted; his eyes stayed tangled with the girl’s across the roo—waning, hell She was suddenly appraising the wousted expression before her eyes snapped back to his with a look of contempt she didn’t try to hide In the next second, she turned away fro against the bar Goddammit to hell! A roar of fury tried to leave his chest but he ed to cut it off as he brushed the bimbo’s hand away and stood to his feet
He had better things to do than waste the night hu about
He had prey to catch
Seriously, wouldn’t it have been easier to slash Mark’s tires? Whitney Jennings blew out a disgusted breath as she turned away froan to walk toward the ladies’ roorip on the situation For whatever reason, it didn’t surprise her in the least that Tyler Copeland was here tonight—yes, she’d o to find out his name—and this place seemed exactly like the kind of place where he’d show up
Putting one foot in front of the next and trying to forget the hard lines of theher heart beat faster, she walked toward the back of the darkened club Son-of-a-bitch—the guy was still perfect
Literally—the dude was panty-wetting, cli, can’t-wait-to-find-out-what-you-taste-like—perfect He always had been And he would have been perfect for as on her agenda tonight
But, no matter how determined she was to let loose her inner slut, she couldn’t, or at least, not with hih to eat, positively, and even now, her pal a little sweaty as her heart ra
te stayed at an elevated level
How could it not? The guy had ‘come fuck me’ eyes—and shit—she wanted him to be the one In fact, she’d alanted him to be the one, that was the reason she’d h she was sure he’d never known hers
When she’d been young and co her, even though he’d been too old and too tough looking, not to mention she’d never spoken to him A few years later, he’d finally noticed her and spoken to her, but he’d scared her shitless in the process It didn’t h, she’d still fantasized about hi the one
Of course, that had been years ago when she’d been a virgin, but even now, the little devil-girl inside was screao back and choose him—he’d be happy to fuck her It was in his eyes—it had always been in his eyes! But daed at all—he was still a little too scary looking, with shoulders broad enough to rival JJWatt’s and a scar on his right cheekbone that looked like someone had tried to carve their initials into hi
And then, on top of it, there were the wooing to get embroiled in that mess of convoluted shit Nope, no way Bitches looked like they could take her down in a heartbeat—and she didn’t do bitch fighting
No, she had to ignore the arrogant asshole across the rooet even with her ex (But in a sane uy ould tell a sixteen-year-old girl that he wanted to take her for a ride on his bike after stripping her naked and fucking her from behind No matter how badly she wanted it)
As she continued to put distance between her and Tyler Copeland, because really, that was too fucking scary to seriously consider, she thanked God she’d neverto throw hiet even, for her own sake Because what did you do when you were twenty-three years old and your boyfriend of four shit-tastic years cheated on you?