Sweet and innocent, a debutante with her Daddy’s credit card and a fiancée who doted on her.
She was destined for a perfect picture life in Charleston.
Until everything goes wrong.
EJ grew up with everything she could ever want, and bored as hell.
Nothing surprises her and nothing ever changes, and she wants out—whatever it takes.
Getting involved with Anthony Jacobs is probably the worst idea she’s ever had—and that makes it irresistible.
Until Charlie needs her.
New Orleans. Memphis. Vegas.
Beautiful girls who know just how to get exactly what they want.
It’s all fun and games, sexy nights and wild parties.
But you can only manipulate your way out of so much, and the body count is rising. When their past catches up, not even a pretty smile will get them out of trouble this time.
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She wakes slowly, to the feel of fingertips pressing against her. For a heartbeat, caught in the haze of sleep and dreams, desire spools through her, and everything fades. Lips brush against her throat as a soft finger brushes against the silk of her panties, sliding along the wet heat there and she sighs. Lips close over her nipple, and she moans.
A low laugh has her body jerking and she fights down a scream as he rips aside her panties, thrusting two fingers deep into her while he bites down against her breast. She shudders as he circles her clit, maddening pressure that has her back arching against the bed.
Spots of light dance behind her closed eyelids, and Charlie grips his hair, twisting just a little as she drags him up to her lips, nipping at his lips as he kisses her.
“You woke me up,” she murmurs against his lips and he grins. Bright brown eyes. A wide, laughing smile that can turn cruel in an instant. The body of a god, and the stamina of a fucking high school senior. He slides deep, his cock dragging along her sensitive pussy, and she moans, arching into the thrust.
“Sorry, babe.” He grunts, pinching her nipple and earning a gasp of pleasure. “Needed that pretty cunt again.”
He shifts, lifting one leg to his shoulder and pressing a kiss against her calf before he thrust deep, deep enough that she bites her fist to silence the scream in her throat, and the intense pleasure in her body. His grimaced, and she goes still, watching in fascination as he shudders against her. His expression crunches, something close to pain.
“Christ, Charlie,” he groans and she twists her hips. His eyes fly wide as she uses her weight to switch their position. Smiles down at him triumphantly.
Teasingly, she rock against his cock. Until his gaze is cloudy with desire, his hips thrusting to meet ever slow slide of her pussy around him. His hands are on her tits, squeezing as he fucks her, dancing along the edge of orgasm.
Then she slides off him, and laughs against his lips as he curses. “You woke me up,” she whispers.
“Don’t be a fucking tease,” he grits out and her eyes go wide, mock offended.
“What can that dirty mouth do to make it up to me,” she muses, and his eyes go wide.
She kisses him, reaching between their bodies to grasp his thick shaft. Lets him fuck into her once. Twice. The she crawls up his body, ignoring his furious curses.
Kneeling over him, she smirks down. “Show me,” she orders.
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