Page 147 of Consummation

Immediately, I giggle with nostalgia. This is the song Josh taunted me with (and brought me to orgasm with) on the dance floor during our first night out together in Las Vegas. “A walk down memory lane,” I say. “God, that feels like a lifetime ago.”

Josh grins mischievously. “That night was when I first realized you’re not like anyone else.”

I smile from ear to ear. “Are you gonna dance for me the way you did on the dance floor that night—only this time with a lot less clothes on, hopefully?”

“Ssh. No questions. That poker chip gets memyfantasy, not yours.”

I giggle. “Sure, Playboy. This whole day has been aboutyourfantasies.”

“It has been.” He looks me up and down lasciviously and bites his lip. “And if it hasn’t been, then it sure as fuck is now. Hot damn, woman, you’re giving me a raging boner. Look at you.Fuck, you’re hot.”

I flash him a naughty smile. “Well, send that raging boner my way—I know just what to do with it.”

“That’s not how this bachelorette party works.”

“No?”

“Nope.” He trails his fingertip over my necklace. “If you want a show, you gotta earn it. Touch yourself for me—turn yourself on. The more turned-on you get, the more articles of clothing come off. Reach orgasm, and you’ll get the fully monty.”

“Oh,” I say. “So you’re aMagic Mikewind-up doll, powered by sexual arousal—like how inMonster’s, Inc.they powered the city with little-kid-screams?”

“Exactly.” He bends down like he’s gonna kiss me, but instead, he gently licks the cleft in my chin. “Guys in strip clubs work for dollar bills—the Playboy works for orgasms.”

I giggle.

“Now come on. No more chitty-chat. It’s time to play my game.” Josh squares himself in front of me and lowers his chin. “Power me up, baby.”

“Yes, sir,” I purr. I reach between my legs, my eyes fixed on his gorgeous face.

“Other hand,” he commands. “I wanna see my rock sparkling between your legs.”

Wordlessly, I switch hands, never looking away from his smoldering eyes.

A few moments later, a soft moan escapes my mouth that seems to flip the “on” switch on myMagic Mikewind-up doll. Josh begins swiveling his hips and singing along to the song, his eyes instantly on fire.

“Oh,” I say. “Work it, baby. You’re so sexy, you should be illegal,” I purr.

Damn, this boy canmove.

Another moan involuntarily escapes my mouth, and, in response, Josh removes his jacket with a sexy flourish.

“Oh yeah, take it off,” I growl.

I let out a long, loud moan and Josh immediately begins unbuttoning his shirt, revealing taut muscles, sexy tattoos, and sexy nipples standing on end.

“Oh, Jesus,” I say. “You’re so freaking hot, babe.”

Josh peels off his shirt and throws it across the room, his body gyrating, his eyes devouring me. “Kiss me,” Josh sings along to the song, a devilish gleam in his eyes. “Kiss me.”

“Oh my God,” I sputter. “Come here and kiss me. I can’t stand it.”

“Make yourself come first.”

“Get the hell over here and kiss me,” I coo, “and I guarantee I will.”

Much to my happy surprise, Josh complies with my request, gyrating his body an inch away from my face to the bass-heavy beat of the music.

Like a woman possessed, I pull him into my face and devour his abs with my lips and tongue, my fingers fumbling frantically with his belt and zipper. Oh God, I’m hyperventilating with desire. He’s truly the sexiest man alive, especially when he dances.

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