Page 72 of Infatuation

“I was thinking of getting something to eat before Jonas and Sarah get back from meeting the Pimpstress Extraordinaire. Do you know if they’re back yet?”

“Not yet. I saw them before they left. They were both wearing matching platinum bracelets engraved with each other’s names.”

“What? Oh my God.”

“You should have seen them, Kat. Seriously, they can’t get enough of each other. They’re pretty cute.”

My heart flips over in my chest. “Wow. Good for them.”

There’s a long beat.

Josh clears his throat. “So did you get any sleep?”

“A ton. How about you?”

“A couple hours at most. Henn and I are down in the casino playing craps, waiting for Jonas and Sarah to come back.”

“Okay, I’ll get dressed and come on down.”

“No. I don’t want you walking around alone. Text me when you’re ready to come down here.”

“Will do.”

I jump in the shower and wash my hair and lather my body from head to toe. And when I’m done with the functional aspects of my shower, I grab the showerhead and stick it between my legs, positioning the strong stream of water right on my clit. My body’s reaction to the vibrating water is extreme and instantaneous. Whoa, oh yeah, I’m ready to go.

I close my eyes and begin touching myself, trying to duplicate the precise way Josh touched me when we “danced” at Reed’s club. God, that was hot. Sofuckinghot.

Oh, I’m already pulsing like crazy.

My fingers massage and rub, working round and round.

I imagine the ridges and ripples of Josh’s abs, the incredible muscles on his arms, that tight “V” on either side of his lower pelvis, his tattoos, and, the crowning glory, that incredible hard-on I saw hiding beneath his wet briefs.

Oh, I’m especially sensitive to touch right now. Getting myself off today is gonna be as easy as falling off a greasy log.

I begin moaning softly.

Oh, I’m right on the cusp.

I imagine the outline of Josh’s hard dick in his wet briefs, and then I fantasize about it sliding inside me, thrusting in and out of me, over and over.

His lips are on mine, devouring me. His hands are touching my naked body. He’s whispering in my ear, calling me his Party Girl with a Hyphen.

Oh yeah. My skin is beginning to prickle like I’ve got a chill, always a deliciously disorienting sensation under hot steaming water.

I imagine the cocky expression on Josh’s face when he accused me of dripping down my thigh with desire for him—which I was. Oh, God, yes, I was.

I’m rocked with a massive orgasm that makes my insides twist and shudder.

“Fuck,” I blurt. “Oh my God.”

Pleasure is vibrating between my legs and throughout my abdomen.

Oh boy. That was a nice one.

I return the showerhead to its holder and lean into the shower wall for a moment.

I’ve never wanted a man this much in all my life.

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