Free A Mate for Lance (The Program Book 5) by Charlene Hartnady Page A

shook her head so hard that her pony tail whipped from side to side. “Forget it.” What a prick!
    “It will be the best damned orgasm that you have ever had. Your legs will shake. You’ll scream so fucking loud they’ll call security. I’m going to rock your world, Amber, one thrust at a time. Take off the pants and turn around. I want your hands on that table.” He pointed to the vanity.
    There was a mirror behind her. He wanted her facing the mirror?
    “Yeah, that’s right.” He swallowed and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “I want you to watch me fuck you. I want you to watch yourself come.”
    Good lord but his words turned her on. Her panties were soaked…even more so than they had been last night. Her mind kept wandering to the orgasm this man had given her. Mind blowing came to mind. There hadn’t been a single exaggeration about how he could make her feel. The only question was, could she let an asshole like him do that to her? Sex, even fucking, was intimate. She’d never had sex with someone so quickly before and had never had sex with someone she didn’t like. She wasn’t sure she wanted to. It seemed wrong somehow.
    With a few deft flicks of the thumb, Lance unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled them half way down his thighs and his…male bit…sprang free. Although bit was not the right description. Something that big could not ever be described as a male bit. The word cock came to mind…again. He had a cock. A ginormous cock. It curved slightly to the right.
    Lance fisted his erection and gently caressed himself from base to tip. Amber swallowed trying to will her heart to slow down. She could feel it beating in her chest. Her whole body felt alive and ready. His hand slid back down before moving back up. A drop of cum beaded at his head. Amber licked her lips.
    “Let’s not play games.” Lance’s voice was gravelly. “Take off your pants and put your hands on the vanity. Just say the word and I’ll move out of the way and let you leave. I know you want this though and”—he fisted his head— “you want it just as much as I do.”
    “I don’t like you. Not even one little bit.” She put as much venom into the words as possible. “We can’t possibly…”
    He grinned. “Well then, that’s just perfect. Think of me as your big, warm dildo. A means to an end. Here…” He looked around the small enclosure. “Now, this one time. Don’t you see, it’s fucking perfect.”
    She started to shake her head.
    “Are you attracted to me?”
    “No… I’m—”
    “Bullshit!” His jaw flexed. “Can you cut the crap just this once?”
    What was his damn problem? “My body might, kind of, want you but my mind…” She huffed out a breath. “I don’t think…” She stopped talking when he stepped to the side. The exit beckoned but she stayed right where she was.
    Lance shrugged his big shoulders. He pulled his pants up but left them undone. His…cock…looked bigger jutting out from his jeans. “I’m not going to try and talk you into anything. Not my style. Know that you will regret it if you leave.” Spoken so matter-of-fact.
    She wanted to tell him that he was wrong but she knew he would see right through it. She finally sighed. “You are such an asshole.”
    “I know.” He put his hands on her hips and squeezed lightly. “That’s what makes this all okay.”
    Her resistance was gone. “I never met anyone that I hated before. Disliked intensely…a couple of times…hated?” She looked at him, a bit hollow but turned on. He did that to her, despite it all, and she hated that most about him. She’d wanted a relationship, not meaningless sex. “You might just be the first.” She unclasped her shorts and stepped out of them, taking her panties with.
    “Lucky me. Lose the shirt as well.” He lifted the material and she raised her hands so that he could get it over her head.
    His eyes stayed on hers as he cupped her breasts, raking his thumbs over her nipples a couple of