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ChapterThree
A GOOD FUCKING
Kenzie
Thoughtsof which battery-operated boyfriend I am going to use tonight enter my mind the moment I turn my back on that douche of a rich prick, but that’s before he reaches for me.
I don’t expect his touch to burn like it is, and I sure as hell don’t expect his mouth to make my thong wet. Yet, both things are happening.
I don’t even know his name, but as he guides me toward the exit, I can’t make myself care one damn bit.
Ineedthis. I need a release of the sexual kind, and what better way to celebrate my promotion than with a delicious one-night stand.
Sure, he could be horrible in bed, but the way he dominated my mouth in that hallway tells me that I probably don’t need to worry about that.
He leads us outside. When we get to the corner of the brick building, he pushes me against the rough wall, his hands barely touching me this time.
“First, I don’t live in Madison Park. I live in Providence,” he says, and my chuckle cuts him off.
“Same thing.”
He narrows his azure eyes on me and continues, “Second, are you sure you want to get in my car?”
He searches my face, and the fact that he’s making sure I’m coherent enough to be making a sound decision, such as fucking a complete stranger, has me wanting to jump him right here in public.
I sneak my hand between us and grip his hard, impressive length. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
A hiss escapes through his clenched teeth, and he wraps an arm around my waist, practically carrying me through the parking lot while he fishes his keys out of his pocket with his free hand.
I’m tempted to offend more of his rich-ness when I see the lights blinking on a blacked-out Range Rover, but I decide better of it.
If I screw the pooch on this, I’ll kick my own ass.
Mostly because I need a good fucking like I need my next breath.
Still, I’m not an idiot. I take note of his license plate number. I’ll text the info to Piper and Ella just as soon as I have a second without him watching me.
He opens my door and lifts me into the SUV. While I settle into the plush leather seat and start to buckle, I realize he’s still standing there, staring at me.
I raise a brow at him. “Something on my face?”
He glowers and braces himself against the doorframe. “You don’t even know my name.”
“And you don’t know mine.”
His fingers curl tighter around the metal. “This is a poor choice on your part.”
I pull my phone from my back pocket and wiggle it at him. “I already memorized your license plate number. As soon as you shut the door, I’ll be texting that information along with Providence to my friends. They’ll send the cavalry if they don’t wake up to a text from me saying I’m okay.”
He grunts, stares some more, then finally says, “I’m Bentley.”
“Kenzie.” I grin. “Are we good now or should I call an uber and plan on taking care of what you started on my own once I’m home?”
Instead of answering, he glances at my thighs where my fingers are spread, then slams the door closed. I watch him stiffly make his way around the front of the vehicle, then I text Ella and Piper just as planned.
Me: Since you bitches didn’t come celebrate with me, I’m going home with someone. Providence area. Range Rover. FML-6874.
Piper: Be safe. Make him wear a condom. Even if he sounds rich.
