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“That’swhat this is all about?”

She nods.

I roll my eyes. “No,” I say emphatically. “Of course not. I shouldn’t even have to tell you that.”

She wipes her eyes again. “All those women, Josh.” She looks up at the ceiling like she’s trying to keep tears from spilling out of her eyes. “I don’t care if you’re a manwhore. It’s just... you can have any woman you want—anyone at all. The daughter of Gabrielle LeMonde—”

I scoff loudly, shutting her up.

“A Victoria’s Secret Angel.”

“A devil-woman with battery acid in her heart.”

Kat bites her lip, obviously trying to suppress a smile. “Emma.”

“A woman who called me a sick fuck and then promptly ran off with a dude who owns polo ponies and wears a fuckingascot.”

There’s a long beat. Kat’s eyes are unreadable to me.

“I’m obviously way out of line here—just a total head case,” she says. “I’m sorry.” She exhales loudly. “I’m gonna go get a drink and play blackjack while you reply to Jen’s email. She’s a twat and a half, don’t get me wrong, but even twats have feelings, too, and she deserves an honest response. Lemme just go downstairs and pull myself together for a bit, okay? I’m really sorry I’m acting so crazy.”

She turns around to pound the elevator call-button, her shoulders slumped.

Fuck this shit. I’m not in the mood to write an email toJenright now. There’s only one thing I want to do: kiss my smokin’ hot Party Girl with a Hyphen.

I bound down the hallway to Kat, my cheeks on fire, a massive lump in my throat, my dick rock hard. I grab her shoulders, whirl her around to face me, and kiss the shit out of her. “I’m not Garrett Bennetting you, Kat,” I mumble into her lips. “I promise.”

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KAT

My kiss with Josh has ramped up to full-throttle-I-wanna-fuck-your-brains-out within seconds. Josh breaks away from me, his blue eyes darkening with heat, slams my body roughly into the wall, yanks my mini-skirt up, and pulls my panties down.

I throw my head back, shaking with my arousal, and it bangs sharply against the wall of the hallway. But even the pain of whacking my head feels fucking awesome right now. I’m absolutely hyperventilating with anticipation. “Josh,” I breathe, shoving my hand into his open pants and grasping his erection. “I’m sorry. I’m batshit crazy.”

“You really are.”

I laugh.

“I’m not like him, Kat,” he breathes. “I’d never do that to you.”

“I know. I don’t know why I’m so crazy,” I say. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay—apparently, I get off on crazy.”

He shoves his hand into his pocket frantically but comes up with nothing but the key card to Jonas and Sarah’s suite. He tries his other pocket and again comes up with nothing. “Fuck,” he says. “I must have left the condom on the table in the suite.”

“We don’t need it,” I gasp, grasping his erection with authority. “I’m on the pill. I’m clean. Just fuck me.” I’m writhing against the wall, crazed by my arousal.

Without another word, he slams me against the wall like he’s mugging me and plunges himself into me with shocking ferocity.

“You feel so fucking good,” he says, moving his hips exactly the way he did on the dance floor the other night.

I groan and shudder with pleasure and relief.

“I love feeling your pussy against my cock with nothing between us.” He bites my neck. “You’ve got a magic pussy, Kat.”

Oh, God, I love that he’s a dirty-talker.

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