Stage Left (Bright Lights Billionaire #1) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Ali Parker
shit. I knew sex sold, but I didn't realize that us little people could use the power of it too." She shook her head. "All right. I'm impressed."
"That's why you're so crazy about Ethan Lewis. He sells sex, Char. He's in action films, which draws in guys too, but he's selling the notion that when you close your eyes at night, he's going to meet you in your dreams, and that cup in the front of his slacks isn't going to be a cup at all."
She smiled brightly. "I'd love to find out what exactly he's hiding down there. I bet it's a fucking monster."
I laughed and rolled my eyes. "For that... get your own limes."
She gave me a cursing as I walked toward the dance floor and left my beer on an empty table.
The crowd was thick, and where I hated to be around too many people at one time, being on the dance floor was completely different. It was a sensual experience that couldn't be found anywhere else.
The music slowed into something sexy, and I lifted my hands, rolling my hips and moving with the crowd as someone gripped me and moved up behind me.
"I've missed you," someone whispered against the side of my neck. It was a voice I knew all too well. Jace.
"Have you?" I turned to face him and slid my hands up his thick chest. I could visualize every inch of him, but it was better that I didn't. He was a long night of fucking packed into a tight body and a great smile. Too bad he wasn't interested in being with one woman at a time.
"I have." He rolled against me as his large hands slid over my hips and gripped the top of my ass. "I can't remember the last time you let me take you home with me. It's a sad existence without you in my life. I try not to think about it too much."
"The captain of the rugby team at UCLA has a sad existence? No..." I rocked against him, enjoying too much the heat that blossomed between my thighs. It wouldn’t take much, and I'd be stripped down and laying across his bed like an offering to the gods.
"Such a tart. You know that don't you?" He slid his hands up my sides, this thumb brushing over my nipple as I sucked in a quick inhale.
"Don't. I'm not going home with you tonight." I pressed my hands into his chest and pushed back just a little, but not as much as I should have. He and I had a sordid past, and had tried to make something out of our long friends with benefits relationship since high school.
"Why not? I could take my time and lick every inch of you." He leaned over and brushed his lips by my ear. "Suck on the spots that make you scream. I know where every one of them are."
I shivered and turned my head to line our faces up. "Do you? It's been a while. Maybe I like different things now."
He nipped at my lips, his blue eyes drawing me in deep. "Let me explore you all over again then, Riley. Come home with me."
"And smell the woman you fucked last night on your sheets?" I smiled and let out a laugh. "No thank you, playboy, but do feel free to tease yourself by dancing with me tonight."
I turned away from him, and stifled a groan as he gripped my hips tightly and pressed his thick erection against my rear.
"Why do you deny yourself?" He licked at the long column of my throat, and I couldn't find enough air to answer him.
Charlotte lifted her beer up and caught my attention as she stood by the edge of the dance floor.
"Because, I'm a masochist." I bumped him with my ass before walking off the floor. "What's up?"
"Jeff is here. I'm going to go home with him if you're okay with that." She handed me the keys.
"You sure? You said the last time you guys were together he lasted three minutes, squirted and passed out. That's not what you want." I lifted my eyebrow as I pocketed the keys in the back of my tight jeans.
"It was more like four minutes." She laughed. "It's all good. He's safe, and he's generous before he squirts."
I shook my head. "Too much info, but then again, I opened that door, didn't I?"
"Yeah, ya did. I'll text you later. Love you." She reached out and pulled me into a
"That's why you're so crazy about Ethan Lewis. He sells sex, Char. He's in action films, which draws in guys too, but he's selling the notion that when you close your eyes at night, he's going to meet you in your dreams, and that cup in the front of his slacks isn't going to be a cup at all."
She smiled brightly. "I'd love to find out what exactly he's hiding down there. I bet it's a fucking monster."
I laughed and rolled my eyes. "For that... get your own limes."
She gave me a cursing as I walked toward the dance floor and left my beer on an empty table.
The crowd was thick, and where I hated to be around too many people at one time, being on the dance floor was completely different. It was a sensual experience that couldn't be found anywhere else.
The music slowed into something sexy, and I lifted my hands, rolling my hips and moving with the crowd as someone gripped me and moved up behind me.
"I've missed you," someone whispered against the side of my neck. It was a voice I knew all too well. Jace.
"Have you?" I turned to face him and slid my hands up his thick chest. I could visualize every inch of him, but it was better that I didn't. He was a long night of fucking packed into a tight body and a great smile. Too bad he wasn't interested in being with one woman at a time.
"I have." He rolled against me as his large hands slid over my hips and gripped the top of my ass. "I can't remember the last time you let me take you home with me. It's a sad existence without you in my life. I try not to think about it too much."
"The captain of the rugby team at UCLA has a sad existence? No..." I rocked against him, enjoying too much the heat that blossomed between my thighs. It wouldn’t take much, and I'd be stripped down and laying across his bed like an offering to the gods.
"Such a tart. You know that don't you?" He slid his hands up my sides, this thumb brushing over my nipple as I sucked in a quick inhale.
"Don't. I'm not going home with you tonight." I pressed my hands into his chest and pushed back just a little, but not as much as I should have. He and I had a sordid past, and had tried to make something out of our long friends with benefits relationship since high school.
"Why not? I could take my time and lick every inch of you." He leaned over and brushed his lips by my ear. "Suck on the spots that make you scream. I know where every one of them are."
I shivered and turned my head to line our faces up. "Do you? It's been a while. Maybe I like different things now."
He nipped at my lips, his blue eyes drawing me in deep. "Let me explore you all over again then, Riley. Come home with me."
"And smell the woman you fucked last night on your sheets?" I smiled and let out a laugh. "No thank you, playboy, but do feel free to tease yourself by dancing with me tonight."
I turned away from him, and stifled a groan as he gripped my hips tightly and pressed his thick erection against my rear.
"Why do you deny yourself?" He licked at the long column of my throat, and I couldn't find enough air to answer him.
Charlotte lifted her beer up and caught my attention as she stood by the edge of the dance floor.
"Because, I'm a masochist." I bumped him with my ass before walking off the floor. "What's up?"
"Jeff is here. I'm going to go home with him if you're okay with that." She handed me the keys.
"You sure? You said the last time you guys were together he lasted three minutes, squirted and passed out. That's not what you want." I lifted my eyebrow as I pocketed the keys in the back of my tight jeans.
"It was more like four minutes." She laughed. "It's all good. He's safe, and he's generous before he squirts."
I shook my head. "Too much info, but then again, I opened that door, didn't I?"
"Yeah, ya did. I'll text you later. Love you." She reached out and pulled me into a
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