Going the Distance (No Excuses Book 1) Read Online Free

me for a favor?”
    “You make it hard to be civilized,” she mumbled, gazing into his eyes and then at his lips.
    He couldn’t help but smile for once. “I take that as a compliment.”
    “It wasn’t meant to be.”
    He reached around and grabbed her ass, pulling her hard against him and enjoying the way her eyes widened with shock.
    “Changed your mind about my offer then?”
    She pushed against him, and as soon as he saw her hand extend, he caught her wrist midair, inches from his face.
    “I haven’t changed my mind about anything,” she gritted while trying to snatch her wrist out of his grip, but he held tight.
    “I wouldn’t do that again if I were you,” he said, lowering his head to stare into her eyes. Her lips were so close, he could practically taste them.
    That chin didn’t back down though as she said, “Take your own damn advice. Touch my butt again and you’ll find yourself on the ground.”
    He laughed out loud. “I’d like to see that.”
    Before he knew what was happening, she tripped him and would have thrown him over her shoulder if he didn’t move out of her grip and wrap his arms around her in a bear hug.
    “Are you fucking crazy?” he mumbled into her hair.
    She was breathing heavy and struggling to get free. “You asked for it. I suggest you take your hands off me, Punisher, before I show off more moves.”
    Her ass was nestled against his crotch and her wiggling made him hard all over again. He didn’t want her to try another karate move on him though, so he let her go.
    “Are you going to give me that interview or what?” she asked, straightening and brushing wrinkles out of her clothes.
    He shook his head in disbelief. “I’m not giving you shit.”
    She removed her hair tie and ran her fingers through her disheveled hair, making him wonder if this is what she looked like after a good pounding, flushed and panting.
    “What’s it going to take?” she asked, tying her hair back again.
    His mind came to a halt. “What?”
    “What do you want in exchange for an interview?”
    His lips curved into a dangerous smile. “All sorts of things.”
    She rolled her eyes and huffed. “What non-sexual things do you want?”
    His smile disappeared just as quickly. “There’s nothing you can give me that will make me change my mind.”
    “Wanna bet?”
    “I got everything I need and more.”
    She adjusted the strap of her purse again and stepped up to him. “If I find something worth your time, will you consider answering some questions for me?”
    He took in her earnest expression and wondered why he was still standing there talking to her. By now, he’d have blown off any reporters and told them to go to hell.
    “If you find something worth my time….” He ran a finger along the front of her blouse, but she quickly swatted his hand away.
    “I’m a professional, Page, here to do my job. I’m not going to jump into bed with you, so cut the crap.”
    He dropped his hand. “Then you might as well run along, little girl. I got no use for the likes of you.”
    “I’m not running off,” she said determined. “We made a bargain. If I give you something you want, you’ll do the interview.”
    “I didn’t agree to it.”
    “Yes, you did. I’ll get back to you in a few days,” she declared, rummaging through her purse. She pulled out a business card and handed it to him. He looked at her name and then her title.
    “You’re a writer, not a reporter,” he pointed out.
    “Minor technicality. I’m writing an article for the paper and need this interview.”
    Her words sank in and the corners of his lips turned up. “You need this interview?”
    Her expression changed at his tone of voice. “I don’t need it, but it would help my article.”
    “Sounds like you’re at my mercy, babe,” he said, playing with her blouse again. He could see snippets of her lacy bra and imagined tearing it to shreds with his mouth.
    She swatted his hand away once more. “I’m not at