Win a Filthy Bad Boy: A Bad Boy Romance (2 page)

At least she was free from the the man with the gray eyes. Her ass tingled from his touch. Bonnie could still smell his masculine cologne, and his intoxicating smell filled her senses. It was going to take more than a cold shower to cool her down. His touch was too intimate and unexpectedly, her extinguished libido was ignited. If she had stayed around him a little longer, she would have lost all self-control.

“Jeez, sweet cheeks, why'd you run off? You're sexy as hell,” said the bartender as he poured her a drink. “On the house,” he said with a wink.

Bonnie smiled and shrugged, slightly speechless after the ordeal. Deciding there was no point in sticking around, she drained the contents of her glass. When she looked up, she was unable to stifle the gasp that left her lips as she almost jumped out of her skin. Her body tensed, reacting to the lingering image she saw in the mirror behind the bar.

Him!

Her groin ached as his eyes bore into her. Aloof, Husky-like gray eyes were trained on her. She wondered what the hell he wanted.

Is he following me?

She fought to meet his gaze. To challenge him. He seemed to make no apologies about his infatuation with her. For some reason, he fixated on her. His hungry gaze made her feel stark naked, and there was nothing decent or civil about the way he watched her.

Bonnie found it impossible to keep eye contact, averting her gaze. She soon discovered this was a big mistake.

Slinking off, she found a corner of the bar, leaned on the wall, and tried to steady her shaking hands. She felt both assaulted and aroused. Exhaling, she looked for the exit, which was across the room, meaning she would have to venture to his side of the room to get out.

It had been just twenty-four hours since Jill forced Bonnie out of apartment with the promise that she’d have an unbelievable night. Now, here Bonnie stood in a wild sailor’s bar in Manhattan, being pursued by a scruffy-haired sex God who looked like a cut-out from a men’s modelling magazine come to life. She wondered exactly whose life she was suddenly living.

For some reason, Bonnie become overly hot. True; it was a hot night, but not the kind that turned the room into a furnace. Scanning the crowd, she spotted Mr.. Tall, Dark and Handsome. It shouldn't have surprised Bonnie that he was flirting with a gorgeous brunette. It was hard to hold the interest of guys like him.

But, though Bonnie felt a pinprick of disappointment, she marshalled every ounce of faux apathy at her disposal, and decided it was merely part of the laws of attraction that a beautiful creature such as him should be drawn to such a stunning woman. She was gorgeous.

It was natural, maybe even genetic, that beautiful people mostly found their way to each other. She chalked her earlier encounter with him up to chance, or perhaps he was drunk, or the universe was having a laugh at her expense.

Bonnie negotiated her way through the crowd of bodies swaying to Jennifer Lopez, and out onto the narrow patio, jammed with men in sailor outfits, when a hand grabbed her arm.

“Hey, nice ass,” said the women who had been talking with the handsome guy.

“Excuse me?” Bonnie asked, looking down at her butt as if it had somehow detached from her. While she peered down at herself, she'd allowed her gaze to wander from her own body to the woman’s black heels up to her smooth, long legs.

“It looked like you were leaving.” She looked at Bonnie with flirtatious green eyes.

“Yes, it looked that way,” Bonnie's said, suspiciously.

Half-turning to look back over her shoulder, she grinned, took Bonnie's arm, and led her into the passageway that lead away from the narrow patio. As she fixed her bag on her shoulder, she slid up closer to Bonnie, stroking her back.

“Jessica,” she said, giving her a sassy wink and holding out a hand, her petite fingers tipped with manicured pink. Bonnie shook it, then Jessica’s other hand slid down Bonnie’s back and lightly gripped her ass.

“I'm Bonnie,” she responded awkwardly as the other woman touched her.

They were in a cramped spot, but that was still was no excuse for the woman to fondle her. She wondered what had happened to the tall, dark, and handsome guy. She thought maybe Jessica rejected him because she wasn’t interested in men.

Bonnie smiled, uncomfortable. She wanted to know what Jessica’s deal was without coming off as rude. But then, without warning, Jessica tried to kiss her.

“Hey,” Bonnie said, jerking away.

“Hey, yourself.” Jessica leaned into Bonnie, bringing their chests closer. She stared down at Bonnie’s breasts. “You having a nice night, sugar?”

“Yes. You?” Bonnie asked, trying to hold a normal conversation.

The situation was so odd, Bonnie felt the need to act casual. First, a guy who looked like a God had hit on her, and now a sexy woman was making a pass at her.

Jessica nodded, flashing a grin. “Yep, sure am. I've just popped some pills, so I'm having a blast. Want one?”

Bonnie laughed, shaking her head, “No, especially if I want to wake up tomorrow. And I can't miss work. My boss would fire my ass.”

Jessica’s eyebrows rose as she scrunched her face. “Oh, is that all, work? You need to live a little.”

Bonnie wondered why she was listening to advice from a strange woman who was obviously high.

“So, you with anyone right now?”

“Well, nope. Not…” Bonnie noticed the tall, dark, and handsome man, who stood at the bar. He was watching them. “Eh, not right now.”

If she were smart, she'd get the hell out of there. Bonnie didn't like what she suspected was going on.

“Good. How about you join me and my friend? He wants us to go back to his place with him.”

Don't ask, don't ask.

“Who’s your friend?” Bonnie asked.

Jessica indicated by looking back at the man. The answer to her sexual frustration, which had suddenly reached a fever-pitch. It was certainly no coincidence that her yearning for a dirty fuck had begun the moment she saw him.

“So, what'd you say?” Jessica chuckled. “We'd normally have to get in line for him, but we’ve obviously captured his attention. This is going to be so much fucking fun.” She paused, reached into her bag, retrieving something she held in a closed fist. Then Jessica placed the item into Bonnie’s hands.

“Pills? I told you, I have work,” Bonnie said.

"Fine. Be that way," she said.

Snatching the pills back, she returned them to her bag, then pulled out a tube of gloss, painted her lips and smiled.

“So what do you say? It's not everyday you get to hangout with a celeb. He even wants a threesome.” A sneaky grin came across her perfectly-shaped mouth.

Bonnie swallowed hard and shifted on her feet. Slowly, she sidled out of the narrow passageway. As she moved out, her breasts brushed against Jessica’s nipples, and she felt them harden. How had she gone from a mundane relationship filled with tedium to the offer of threesome in a single night, she would never know. It was crazy. Ridiculous.

Bonnie fought her way through the crowd and finally got outside. Jessica followed her.

“Sorry, it's not really my thing.” Bonnie clutched her bag as the other woman’s dreamy gaze, flashed to a glare.

Jessica blinked, rapidly, then giggled. “Are you fucking serious? Who do you think you are?” She laughed. “You don't turn down Chad DeMarco!”

Chad… so that's his name.

As Bonnie walked away, she figured Jessica wouldn’t mind too much, since she would have Chad all to herself. Chad;
what an asshole
, she thought as she paced along the sidewalk and tried to find a taxi.

I would never—

Just as Bonnie crossed the street, a car pulled out in front of her, a black Porsche, roaring like a beast, causing the earth to vibrate beneath her.

She leaned forward and peered into the car. It was him. Chad.

“How about a ride home? No funny business, I promise. Just an innocent ride,” he said.

She stared at him. His stunning gray eyes were surrounded by black eyelashes set between black brows. And though his delicious lips said the word
innocent
, his eyes betrayed him. They made her inner thighs tingle and her nipples stiffen as if they were about to pierce the fabric of her bra.

The tone of her cell phone broke the riveting power of his scorching eyes. She fished in her purse for her phone. It was Jill. Her message said:

Gone back to a sailor's place

call u later

YOLO!

Bonnie sighed and looked heavenward; she knew she would regret her next move, but she did it anyway. Opening his door, she got into the car.

Just one night won't hurt.

Chapter Two

Bonnie fell asleep to visions of a man whose caresses conspired to set her body ablaze, alighting an insatiable arousal. Only a miraculous orgasm could quench it. He held her still when she writhed, twisted, and attempted to recoil. Her cunt tightened and her muscles tensed around his thick hardness.

Bonnie woke with her eyes still shut, the image of the man from last night branded in her mind, stirring up feelings of shame, guilt, and regret. Remembering how Chad’s tongue had flicked out before he slipped down to the crest between her legs. As he tasted her, his devilish grin juxtaposed with his angelic eyes.

Breathing heavily, Bonnie recalled an even more intense, if not salacious thought. How his body perched over hers and scorched her with pure pleasure.

How he dragged his tongue, slowly, over each hardened nipple, up and down her stomach and caused a frantic energy to settle there.

How when he went low, lower, down past her hips and thighs and lower still, to the point between her legs, he flicked his tongue out, his head between her thighs and…

Oh god! He had me screaming like a maniac last night.

Bonnie’s eyes snapped open. The dream of Chad the Adonis, the bastard who thrusted her from orgasm to orgasm was marginally better than the reality of an empty bed. She didn't need the humiliation of seeing the smug look on his face in the morning.

She turned and looked at her clock. It was 5:30am.

Pulling back the sheets, her arm stretched out to the imprint on the side of the bed where he’d slept. It was still warm. There were no rules for one-night stands, but him leaving before she woke up was preferable. Bonnie didn't want to face the guy who scored so easily with her.

It was wrong.

A mistake, Bonnie.

Laying on her back, feeling the warm yet slightly sore sensation between her legs, she was glad that he hadn’t stuck around. There was no denying it; the guy had moves like a pro, had her purring with a single touch, and moaning with a caress; the room moved when he rocked her world and when he entered her... all hell broke lose.

But he wasn't the kind of guy she needed in her life. For one, the damage he'd cause would be unimaginable. Bonnie stared at the space on the wall where the picture had been before it fell, but luckily it hadn’t shattered. Yet it was a one-time occurrence and she didn’t intend to make a habit of one-night stands. He would never mess with her head or her panties again.

Jill called them drive-by bangs and saw no problem with bringing guys back to her place for no-strings-attached sex. Bonnie preferred a measure of quiet in her life and thankfully, she could now return to it.

A few hours later found her sipping a coffee, eating a breakfast bar, and speaking on her cell to Johnny, her colleague at
The Daily Journal
. She emptied the plate of bacon in the trash.

The events of last night had turned as crisp in her memory as the bacon she reflexively cooked up, then guiltily disposed of, after remembering last week’s promise to eat healthy, convince her boss Al Gibson let her write the Stephanie Stein article, and regain her confidence so she could meet a decent guy. So far, she failed at one of her plans, which might have tasted delicious at the time, but was plain and simply—wrong, wrong, wrong.

She stared at the bacon. If only she could get rid of thoughts of him as easily as she chucked the bacon. Bonnie picked up the breakfast bar from the table.

“Yeah, well, Al can definitely give me the job. He knows I'll write a kickass article,” she said to Johnny, rushing around her apartment, sipping coffee, munching the breakfast bar (muesli bored the heck out of her), searching for her keys, taking another sip of coffee, then realizing the keys were already in her bag.