Free The Invitation by Roxy Sloane Page B

What the hell was I
thinking?
    That the last thing you wanted was a
girlfriend.
    True enough. I didn’t realize then that JJ
was different than the other girls. She doesn’t give a shit about
my money or title, or the English accent that has co-eds spreading
their legs faster than I can say, “How do you do?”
    She’s special. Bold. Exciting. Sexy as
hell.
    And completely unattainable.
    I watch her walk ahead of me through the
crowd, her hips swaying with every strut. That walk should be
illegal. Already, I’m hard, and we’ve only just arrived. How the
hell am I going to deal with spending the rest of the night alone
with her when all I want to do is fuck her senseless until she’s
screaming my name?
    The same way a porcupine screws . The
old joke pops into my head and I chuckle.
    Very, very carefully.
    JJ turns around at my laugh. “What’s so
funny?”
    “Nothing. Just the idea that they’re giving
you a diploma,” I cover with a grin.
    “Hey!” JJ hits me lightly in the stomach. I
tense. “Well, hello?” she licks her lips. “Someone’s been working
out.”
    “All recreational, I promise.” I grin. “I
bench-press a hundred pounds every night... in bed.”
    She laughs. “You know, all this talk about
your stamina makes me think you’re protesting too much. It’s OK if
you’ve got impulse issues,” she coos, fake sympathetic. “I won’t
tell.”
    I clench my jaw. I’ll show her how good my
stamina is: when she’s pinned down with her legs spread and my dick
stroking deep inside her.
    But JJ’s already turned away. She leans over
the bar, flashing a glimpse of that show-stopping cleavage. The
bartender comes running.
    “Two whiskeys,” she orders.
    “Make them doubles,” I add. I need to take
the edge off.
    JJ smirks. “I like a man with ambition.”
    The bartender slides them over. I pay, and
head to a quiet booth in the corner. Heads turn as we go, but as
many girls as there are checking me out, even more guys are
drooling over JJ. I don’t blame them, I’m just jealous as hell.
She’s made it clear from Day One, she’s not interested in me like
that.
    How’s that for irony? I can screw every girl
on campus except the one woman who’s driving me out of my mind just
walking across the room.
    We slide into the booth. I notice JJ’s gone
quiet. “What’s up?”
    “Hmm? Oh, nothing.”
    It’s dark in here, but I could swear I see
her blush.
    “I was just thinking about what Scott
said.”
    I tense. That jackass. Sure, he’s a nice
enough guy, but I started hating him the minute JJ told me they
hooked up. She gave him a six out of ten rating and implied there
wasn’t much going on below the belt, but that doesn’t make me feel
any better.
    A girl like JJ gives you a shot, you sure as
hell better make it a ten: micro-dick or no micro-dick.
    “Do you think it’s as cut-throat as he
says?” JJ continues. “I’ve been so focused on graduating, I tried
not to think about the politics of the firm.”
    “I thought you said tonight was about
celebrating,” I remind her, hating the worry on her face. I know
how much she stresses about this stuff.
    JJ sighs again. “I know, but...”
    “No buts.” I stop her. “Tomorrow we deal
with the future. Tonight, we make it a send-off we’ll never
forget.”
    JJ meets my eyes. Her lips curl in a sexy
grin. “Oh, I’m planning on it.”
    Her gaze holds, full of challenge. I wonder
if this is more of her teasing -- or if she means it this time.
    I move my foot under the table, nudging
against hers. She nudges back.
    My pulse kicks. JJ winks, then takes a sip
of her whiskey. Her red lips part to take a swallow. She licks them
softly.
    Damn.
    Suddenly, all I want is those lips wrapped
around my cock.
    I already know JJ loves giving head -- and
in public too. She told me during one of our late night,
no-holds-barred conversations. She loves the power, the thrill of
almost getting caught.
    Now, I picture her sliding to her knees
under the