Free Cash (Sexy Bastard #2) by Eve Jagger Page A

dating history?
Fuck that, Savy. Sometimes you just have to go for it. Love is messy,
it’s not orderly, and you may get burned but you keep going—you
appeal.”
    “Appeal?”
    “Isn’t that a lawyer term?
I’m trying to speak your language.”
    That gets a laugh out of me. “Continue,
counselor.”
    Cash takes a drink from his own
champagne flute before he goes on.
    “Here’s the thing: you
don’t need to always have it go somewhere. Sometimes things are
just fun—you need to be reminded that you are worth it. You are
worth it, Savannah.”
    “Sustained. I see your point. And
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to judge.”
    “You don’t have to be
sorry, just have some fun. Don’t let Tanner Jakes continue to
ruin your life, or I’ll be forced to intervene on your pussy’s
behalf.”
    I actually laugh this time. It’s
been so long since I laughed with someone. Since I’ve felt
remotely like the person I used to be, before Tanner Jakes walked
into my life. Cash is certainly not Mr. Right, but hell if I don’t
want him to be Mr. Right Now.
    That’s it. Throwing caution to
the wind, I lean into him and kiss him right on the lips.
    He tastes like champagne and mint. It’s
a quick kiss. I draw away much sooner than I would like, but it’s
just as good the second time around. It clouds my head, and for the
first time in forever I don’t care about my job or promotion.
    Staring into my eyes, he tucks my hair
behind my ear and with both hands grasping my face kisses me harder,
rougher. It’s a wake-up call for my body. Every nerve’s
cell tunes in to see what his hands will do next. Logically, I should
stop and thank Cash for the rescue and tell him this can’t go
any further, but the pleasure pooling between my legs says keep this
fucking going. I thread my fingers into his hair and pull him closer.
    Damn. Cash wasn’t lying. His
mouth is magic. Until he
pulls away. Again.
    I let out a noise of frustration and he
chuckles.
    “Easy there, sweetheart.”
    “We were just getting to the good
part,” I grab his shirt again, but he backs off.
    “Trust me, this isn’t the
good part. But I’m saving that until you’re sober.”
    “I’m fine!” I
protest, my blood still singing from the kiss. I want him. Now.
    Cash shakes his head. “Let me put
it like this.” He traces a slow, burning path up the side of
my bare arm, until I swear I’m panting. “If you fuck me
tonight, it’ll be about him. And when I take you –
because sweetheart, you best believe, I’m going to be the one
doing the taking – I’m going to be the only one on your
mind. Until you can’t manage a single thought, other than ‘yes,
Cash. More, Cash.’ Understand?”
    Goddamn.
    I nod, slowly, because I don’t
have a choice. Then Cash stands, and offers me his arm. Chivalrous,
like he just didn’t promise to fuck my brains out. “Now,
let’s get you home.”

 

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    Cash
     
    I’m perfecting more drinks for
The Library, and I have volunteered Ryder to be my tester for the
day. It’s meant to be a flashy drink. It’s a mix of
absinthe and whiskey with a little mint to help blend it all
together. Ryder takes a huge hit from the glass. He
coughs, and I can’t help but chuckle. “Damn, that’s
good.”
    “Librarians often are wild in the
sack, just like accountants.”
    “And how would you know anything
about accountants?” Ryder asks.
    “Did one several years back—she
definitely knew how to make it count.”
    But the details of that encounter are
pushed aside by thoughts of what Savannah would look like while she
came. Her body tight, squeezing me, pulling me deep.
    “And how was the date with
Savannah last night?”
    “You know I don’t kiss and
tell,” I say before I can stop myself. I close my eyes; shit,
he found it out. Ryder’s smirking
with a knowing look.
    “Welcome to the club.”
    “I want nothing to do with that
club. Got that invitation a long time ago, and I sent back my RSVP
with a