Page 37 of Dirty Like Me
I glanced at the blue-eyed guy, who’d leaned back, out of my space. Any trace of a smile was gone. He glanced from Jude to me, then nodded at me. “Take care, Katie.” He leaned in to say something to his friend, who was engrossed in conversation with Devi. Then he was gone.
Wow.
Dude repellant, maximum strength.
“Thanks,” I said to Jude, a little dubiously. I sipped the drink, which was amazing.
He nodded, and I caught the barest hint of a curl to one corner of his mouth. He handed an identical champagne cocktail to Devi, then headed back to his lookout spot by the railing.
And as I sat there sipping the drink Jesse had sent me, all I could think of was that dick pic. I fought against the temptation to pull out my phone and take another look.
Because apparently I, Katie Bloom, was a huge perv.
Fortunately the image was imprinted on my brain. That rock-hard cock straining in Jesse’s hand, the thick shaft filling his strong fist… and, yeah. It was fucking big.
I swallowed and sipped my drink, glancing guiltily around, but no one seemed to notice as I crossed my legs so I could squeeze my thighs together, the flesh between my legs throbbing with need. God, it had been too long. The mere thought of Jesse taking his cock out, wrapping his own hand around it…
Where the hell did he take that photo? The washroom?
Did he think aboutmewhen he was getting that hard?
Did he jerk off?
“What thefuck,” I heard Devi say, jolting me from my dirty thoughts.
I blinked the lust haze away as she settled into her seat next to me. The guy she’d been talking to was gone, probably to get her more drinks or something. Her red lips were parted in stunned horror. I turned to look at what she was staring at, but she grabbed my arm to stop me. “Don’t,” she hissed. “Look like you’re having fun.” Then she pasted on a brilliant Devi-smile and laughed.
“I am having fun.”
“Just do it!” she said through her smile.
“Okay. This party is freaking amazing. I swear I just saw that guy from The Walking Dead over there.”
“That wasn’t him,” Devi said distractedly, still smiling. “Met him at a party once. He’s a lot shorter.” She kept snatching furtive looks across the room and it was making me uneasy. She sipped her drink and tossed her hair as she smiled bigger, like I’d just said something amazing. “I can’t fucking believe it.”
“What the fuck is going on? Who’s over there?” I turned to look in the direction Devi was looking, over Dolly’s head.
Devi’s hand tightened on my arm. “Slowly!” she said. “And don’t make it obvious.”
“Okay.” I glanced around our table and the table next to us, pretending to peruse the faces of our companions. Then I glanced beyond, following the line of Devi’s furtive gaze, where Brody was standing talking to some guy—
“Don’t stare!” Devi said, and I spun back to her.
Because oh.
My.
God.
It was Josh.
My ex-fiancé, Josh.
CHAPTER 9
KATIE
I sipped my champagne cocktail and stared at him, trying to pretend I wasn’t staring at him.
