Innocent in New York Read Online Free Page B
Author: Victoria Sterling
attention onto the handsome twins. Lucas and Eric looked over their shoulders simultaneously, gazed straight at her, and smiled, before focusing on the women.
"Those two are…weird."
" Weird doesn't even begin to describe them."
"Speaking of," Sophia started, remembering what Eric said, "Eric had some information on you."
He took a couple of swigs from his Jack and Coke. "I heard." He shot a look at her.
"Was that the tequila speaking?"
"Or," he braced his arm on the table, the movement bringing him closer, "do I want to put you over my lap and spank you?"
She lost her train of thought when James closed that small space between them, making her lift her chin. He moved an arm around her waist and her focus followed suit. His closeness and warmth made her delirious. The lights blurred and Sophia held onto the table to stop her swaying, blinking her eyes to try to focus.
"One shot, huh?" he asked, his fingers skimming her jaw. "I know you lied." His firm fingers moved to her back, slowly stroking his thumb across the sensitive skin where her dress didn't cover. "You move your fingers when you do. Barely perceptible."
Sophia gasped, "I do not!"
He lifted one of the corners of his mouth. "I'm trained to see things like that."
"What kind of business man are you?"
James chuckled, keeping up that slow movement of his thumb, spreading warmth into her skin and the dizziness grew.
"Let me test you," he said, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement. "Tell me I'm the last person you want to speak to. Tell me I'm the last person you want to follow home."
She blushed at the thought. "That's a dangerous game for you, James."
"Humor me," he said, his thumb touching a sensitive spot on the small of her back, and she bit back a moan. Her mind fogged, thoughts tumbling. "Let's make it a little easier," mischief colored his words, "tell me you're not hot for me right now."
Sophia cleared her throat, her skin warming more and more. "I'm not hot for you," she said, her voice whispery. She sounded drugged. His other hand stroked down her arm until they touched her fingers. He leaned near until his lips brushed her cheek. "You're shivering. Obvious lie, Sophia." God, her name sounded sinful coming from his lips. She wasn't shivery because of her blatant lie, and the dark glint in his eyes told her he knew. This game had her all riled up inside and the intent was clear. Dizziness shook her and James's arm tightened around her at once and stopped her swaying.
Stupid legs. Her head buzzed, hand clutching his shirt in effort to find stability. He tipped her head up, and Sophia had to focus to see him clearly. Jesus .
"You're definitely not fine," he chuckled, helping her keep her balance by drawing her close to his body.
Whoever thought that a tilting floor in a club was a good idea needed their head examined. Sophia huffed. "I'm very extremely fine."
His eyes narrowed, arms steadying her. "So it seems."
Sarcasm! Definite sarcasm detected. She pressed a finger to his lips. "Naughty."
"You're going home like this?" His grip on her waist tightened. Though the world started to blur, he still looked too damn sexy — like a sexy, undistinguishable floating cloud. She lifted her hands and cupped his jaw, and next she drew him near and kissed him. The small jolt in him spoke of surprise, but then he leaned into the kiss, into her. This was what she had wanted ever since she saw him. She looped her arms around his neck, sighing when his grip on her tightened, drawing her closer and up on her toes.
He cursed beneath his breath when he ended the kiss, looking like he wanted to continue but kept from it.
Didn't he know she wanted him?
"I'm taking you home."
"Okie-dokie." She grinned, and let him drape an arm around her waist.
3. REGRETS
"Oh, God." Sophia touched her head, feeling a pounding headache imitating the beat from the club's music last night. She waited for it to ebb away, leaving her with just dizziness. What the
"Those two are…weird."
" Weird doesn't even begin to describe them."
"Speaking of," Sophia started, remembering what Eric said, "Eric had some information on you."
He took a couple of swigs from his Jack and Coke. "I heard." He shot a look at her.
"Was that the tequila speaking?"
"Or," he braced his arm on the table, the movement bringing him closer, "do I want to put you over my lap and spank you?"
She lost her train of thought when James closed that small space between them, making her lift her chin. He moved an arm around her waist and her focus followed suit. His closeness and warmth made her delirious. The lights blurred and Sophia held onto the table to stop her swaying, blinking her eyes to try to focus.
"One shot, huh?" he asked, his fingers skimming her jaw. "I know you lied." His firm fingers moved to her back, slowly stroking his thumb across the sensitive skin where her dress didn't cover. "You move your fingers when you do. Barely perceptible."
Sophia gasped, "I do not!"
He lifted one of the corners of his mouth. "I'm trained to see things like that."
"What kind of business man are you?"
James chuckled, keeping up that slow movement of his thumb, spreading warmth into her skin and the dizziness grew.
"Let me test you," he said, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement. "Tell me I'm the last person you want to speak to. Tell me I'm the last person you want to follow home."
She blushed at the thought. "That's a dangerous game for you, James."
"Humor me," he said, his thumb touching a sensitive spot on the small of her back, and she bit back a moan. Her mind fogged, thoughts tumbling. "Let's make it a little easier," mischief colored his words, "tell me you're not hot for me right now."
Sophia cleared her throat, her skin warming more and more. "I'm not hot for you," she said, her voice whispery. She sounded drugged. His other hand stroked down her arm until they touched her fingers. He leaned near until his lips brushed her cheek. "You're shivering. Obvious lie, Sophia." God, her name sounded sinful coming from his lips. She wasn't shivery because of her blatant lie, and the dark glint in his eyes told her he knew. This game had her all riled up inside and the intent was clear. Dizziness shook her and James's arm tightened around her at once and stopped her swaying.
Stupid legs. Her head buzzed, hand clutching his shirt in effort to find stability. He tipped her head up, and Sophia had to focus to see him clearly. Jesus .
"You're definitely not fine," he chuckled, helping her keep her balance by drawing her close to his body.
Whoever thought that a tilting floor in a club was a good idea needed their head examined. Sophia huffed. "I'm very extremely fine."
His eyes narrowed, arms steadying her. "So it seems."
Sarcasm! Definite sarcasm detected. She pressed a finger to his lips. "Naughty."
"You're going home like this?" His grip on her waist tightened. Though the world started to blur, he still looked too damn sexy — like a sexy, undistinguishable floating cloud. She lifted her hands and cupped his jaw, and next she drew him near and kissed him. The small jolt in him spoke of surprise, but then he leaned into the kiss, into her. This was what she had wanted ever since she saw him. She looped her arms around his neck, sighing when his grip on her tightened, drawing her closer and up on her toes.
He cursed beneath his breath when he ended the kiss, looking like he wanted to continue but kept from it.
Didn't he know she wanted him?
"I'm taking you home."
"Okie-dokie." She grinned, and let him drape an arm around her waist.
3. REGRETS
"Oh, God." Sophia touched her head, feeling a pounding headache imitating the beat from the club's music last night. She waited for it to ebb away, leaving her with just dizziness. What the
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