Page 34 of Broken
“No wife, no kids, and you’re no party crasher.”
“Nope.”
Guests started moseying outside. Rather than follow, Prescott stood there, gazing down at her. The more she peered back, the more she liked what she saw. How could she not? The air became charged with energy while the chatter of guests melted into white noise.
Then, she made a fatal error and inched closer. Her shoulder brushed against his chest. His massive, ripped chest with those perfectly sculpted pecs.
A low, rumbling growl erupted from his throat. “I gotta kiss you.”
He dipped down, stopping millimeters away, the warmth of his breath heating her lips.
On a moan, she pressed her lips to his, and kissed him. The glorious sensation of his mouth on hers revved her engine and quieted her tormented soul. He could do for her what no one else could. Chase away the demons that had haunted her for the past ten years.
She ran her fingertips down his sculpted cheek and over his jawline. He was a feast for her senses. His tanned skin felt like silk, his familiar scent settled her nerves, but it was the way he kissed her that stole her heart.
One, tender kiss that made her feel like she was his.
Then, he broke away, stood tall. She inhaled a calming breath, but his cocky smile had her glaring at him.
“Wow, you think you know me just ‘cause we hooked up a few times,” she whispered.
“I do know you,” he murmured. “And we’ve hooked upmorethan a few times. It was good, real good, and you know it.”
He was right. Itwasgood.
“Meh,” she said, and he chuffed out a laugh while opening the slider.
She set her flute on a nearby tray, shot him a passing glance, and stepped outside. Seconds later, he was by her side, his large, steady hand taking up a lot of real estate on the small of her back.
Her skin tingled, every part of her hyperaware that he was touching her, his talented fingers inches above her ass.
When she glanced over at him, he returned her gaze. “You’re tight. You want me to take my hand off you?”
“It’s fine,” she said.
In truth, she loved it.
Jericho was making a speech, but Prescott guided her in the direction of the photo booth. Once there, he pulled back the curtain, and gazed into her eyes.
If she stepped inside that small space with him, she would not be able to keep her hands off him.
Do it…
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I KNOW YOU
Prescott
Prescott loved that he’d been asked to take care of Jack. He couldn’t stop staring at her, couldn’t soak up her beauty long enough. She’d captivated the hell out of him at Asylum, but she was driving him wild now.
Jack—Jacqueline—in that snug dress with those stilettos had snagged his attention before he’d seen her face. She looked just as stunning in street clothes as she did in her sexy club outfits. She’d left her hair down, but curled the ends so they wound around each other in chunks. At Asylum, the smell of sex hung heavy in the air, but here, at this party, her flowery scent wafted in his direction, and he couldn’t get enough of her.
Rather than overthink things, he was going with it. She was his assignment for the afternoon and his naughty pleasure that evening.
She hadn’t moved, so he entered the photo booth and sat on the small bench. She flicked her gaze from him to the bench, then back to him. The seat was small. His frame, large. The easiest place for her to sit was on his lap.
He patted his thigh, her lips twitched. Instead of taking him up on his invitation, she pushed in beside him.
