Her throat was thick with lust, closing it off, making communication impossible. But neither could she form a coherent word. She couldn’t stop it, couldn’t call it back. “Well?” he insisted, grinding again, his mouth close to her ear, sending shivers down her neck. The blood in her veins became sludgy as everything slowed down, the atmosphere becoming charged with something way more potent than just anger. She wanted him to fuck her in this sleazy alley very, very badly. It felt outrageous and edgy and thrilling. She knew what this was, what he was doing.Īnd it didn’t feel nice. Where her heart beat wildly before out of outrage and uncertainty, now, it was beating for an entirely different reason as warmth flooded her pelvis and beaded her nipples into tight points. Her eyes widened at the hard press of his erection against the softness of her belly, like an iron bar. And then he stepped in real close and ground himself against her. But part of her thrilled to hear the guttural profanity. Part of her rebelled at his choice of words. Josie gasped, shocked out of her state of confusion by his blatant vulgarity. “You want some…Neanderthal…to fuck you in some sleazy alley?”
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