Page 6 of Pretty Lies

What did it matter?

Fun was still fun.

“The rule, Cory!”

“Yeah, yeah.” He waved a hand high over his shoulder, and his fingers made the peace sign that quickly turned into just his middle finger standing up. “I know the rule—don’t be stupid.”

Sometimes, that was when he had the most fun.

He just knew better than to say it.

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The brunette had a name.

Cory just couldn’t remember it.

He blamed his lack of memory on the fact that the second he got close enough to actually catch her attention, the girl was like a fucking spider web. Beautiful face. Intoxicatinglaugh. Sex appeal in every move she made. He got a dance from her. Made her laugh and smile and it all pulled him in closer to her. More shots were involved.

Then, she kissed him.

The second he realized those stained-red lips of hers tasted like sugar and Henny … Cory was done for. At some point between her round, pert ass grinding into his cock through his slacks on the dance floor and a kiss that had his lungs aching for more in the darkened hallway leading to the employee’s private bathrooms, she’d told him her name.

Now, after he’d gotten her somewhere relatively private, had her sitting on a counter with her tight dress bunched around her hips while he buried his face between her thighs, he was trying to remember what it was.

Her name, that was.

Mel?

Lana?

Fucking hell.

Cory hadn’t needed those extra shots.

Not that it mattered at the moment—his drunkenness made no difference to the fact that the brunette’s legs shook as they tightened to his head while her demands came out high and broken and perfect.

“Don’t fucking stop … don’t stop,” she breathed.

She rocked against him, needy. He loved them like that. So messy.

It was the only time he let himself love a woman, really. He often fell in and out of lust more than he cared to admit, but sex wasn’t quite the same. Nothing got him off more than making a chick lose her control while he ate her out like it was the last thing he was ever going to taste.

On his tongue, she was hotter and tart as all her sounds echoed in the empty bathroom. Her manicured nails pulled tighter in his hair when he stuffed two fingers into her pussy. Those strappy stiletto heels of hers scratched against the fabric of his silk button down.

And then she was shaking.

Begging.

“There, there … there, fuck, yes.”

Her pussy, a slick paradise.

Cory had most certainly found heaven.

At least for the night.

All at once, as he looked up and a wild gaze—the color of his favorite dark chocolate—met his sky-blue stare. He couldn’t really smudge the stain on her lips like he’d wanted, but he’d kissed her hard enough in the hallway outside the bathroom that she looked like he’d fucked her before he even got the chance to actually do so. Every breath she dragged in had her tits rising and falling heavily.