Page 52 of Consummation

“Hang the fuck on,” Jonas says. He saunters up to me slowly, clearly enjoying torturing me, and when he finally reaches me, he opens my palm and lays the poker chip inside it. “You can’t meet Kat without your ticket to ride.”

“Oh yeah. Thanks.” I turn on my heel.

“Wait,” Jonas says.

I exhale and turn around to face him again. “What?”

Jonas leans in and lowers his voice. “I don’t know what this poker chip buys you this time, Josh, but, whatever it is, don’t eventhinkabout calling me and asking me to play Boring Blaneever again.”

Eighteen

Kat

Always the hooker, never the john? Is that how that old saying goes? Or maybe that’s bridesmaids? Well, whatever. Either way, I just paid a woman for sex—and when I did, my clit buzzed like a bumblebee trapped inside a windowsill.

“Thank you,” Bridgette says, stuffing the wad of bills I just handed her into her Fendi bag. “I sure hope this means you’re gonna follow through this time.”

“I already told you, Bridgette, last time Josh and I were just too early in our relationship—honestly, I was just too insecure. I gave Josh mixed signals and I think he felt the need to reassure me. But this time, I’m rarin’ to go. And ifI’mrarin’ to go, Josh will be, too.”

Bridgette sniffs, apparently not completely convinced.

“I wouldn’t have flown you all the way up to Seattle and paid you a shitload of cash if we weren’t gonna do it this time.”

Bridgette narrows her eyes. “My time is valuable, you know. I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt only because you’re so damned fuckable.” She runs her fingertip up my arm. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have bothered.”

“I give you my word. Now, stop stressing me out, Bridgette. I’ve never done this before and I need to relax. ”

Bridgette’s eyes flicker. “I thought you said you’d done this once before in college?”

“Well, yeah, sort of, but it was amateur-hour. Second base only and I didn’t even have an orgasm.”

Bridgette’s aghast. “Noorgasm? Aw, poor little pussycat. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to get you off this time.” She bites her lower lip. “How about a drink to calm your nerves?”

I shake my head. “No, thanks. I’m good.” I look at my watch. “Will you do me a favor and take off your clothes? Josh will be here any minute and I want to give him an insta-boner when I open the door.”

Apparently, I don’t have to ask Bridgette twice. I’ve barely gotten the words out and she’s already peeling off her clothes, revealing her world-famous body underneath. “You want my bra and panties off, too,häschen?”

“Not yet. I’ll take them off you later. We’ll make a show of it.”

“Ooh. Fun.” She tosses her clothes on a chair and stands before me, her hands on her hips. “How’s this?” She poses like the supermodel she is, jutting her hip and pushing out her breasts, and, instantly, every hair on my body stands on end.

Holy crap, Bridgette’s incredible. I can’t imagine any human, man or woman, straight or gay or otherwise, who wouldn’t feel insanely turned-on by the sight of her almost-naked body, especially when she’s posing like the superstar she is.

Bridgette tosses her blonde hair behind her shoulder. “And you?” she asks. “Let’s see what you’re hiding under that dress, shall we?”

“Um.” I slide my hands down the front of my dress nervously. “I think I’ll wait until Josh gets here to—”

There’s a loud knock at the door.

“Eep!” I say, clamping my hand to my mouth.

Bridgette chuckles.

I sprint to the door and look through the peephole. “Holy shitballs, it’s Josh.”

“Were you expecting someone else?”

“Oh my God,” I say, nervously shaking out my hands.

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