Hollywood & Vine Read Online Free PDF

pushed into the soft swell of her breasts, causing them to spill out of their restraints.
    He slipped a hand into his pocket and pursed his lips. She had great tits, but again, something about them seemed familiar. Not giving her a chance to answer, he spoke again, his voice lower, a roughness to it that wasn’t there before. “I know you.”
    Josie shifted her weight when she realized he was staring at her chest. She wanted to slap herself for being attracted to him. She couldn’t deny it again, but she still refused to remind him how well acquainted they actually were.
    “We met a few weeks ago. We literally ran into each other in the hallway here at the studio.”
    Anders made a noise in the back of his throat as he remembered the girl who blew him off. For days every time he thought about it, his anger spiked. Only after hooking up with a busty brunette did his annoyance subside.
    Silence hung in the air as Anders followed the rise and fall of Josie’s chest. When her breathing changed, becoming choppy and shallow, he lost all restraint. In four long strides, he covered the distance between them. Without pause he cupped her breast and squeezed. His cock twitched at the soft, pliant weight in his hand.
    “What are you ― ”
    “I do know you,” he insisted, brushing his thumb over her nipple, his nostrils flaring as her skin flushed. “I know these.”
    Josie jerked away when he drew in a sharp breath, the sound pulling her out of her stupor. She took a quick step back and then another, needing to put space between them before she did something stupid, again.
    His mouth curved into a devilish grin as she retreated, his eyes hungry as he advanced on her. “Where do you think you’re going?”
    “Touch me again and you’ll have to surgically remove your balls from your stomach,” Josie warned, jumping when her back connected with the cold surface of the wall. Her mind flashed to another time when she stood with her back against a wall as Anders stalked toward her.
    She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to get it together. She needed to control her raging hormones and get as far away from the asshole in front of her as possible. Unfortunately for Josie, Anders had no intention of allowing any of those things to happen.
    “You don’t mean that,” he argued, lightly trailing his finger up her side.
    Josie shivered before narrowing her eyes in determination. She planted her palm flat against his chest and pushed. “Yes, I do.”
    No longer caring about the coffee soaking her shirt, Josie pushed her hands into the bottom and raised her arms over her head. Anders’ eyes followed her movements, his jaw tightening when her raised arms pushed her tits together, making them spill out of her bra a little more.
    His gaze swept over her taut skin, freezing when he saw the hint of ink peeking out of her jeans. In one quick motion he trapped her wrists and pushed them against the wall, his grip firm as she clutched the shirt in her bound hands.
    He remembered her then ― the girl who had approached him several months earlier ― the one with real tits, killer long legs, and a sexy as hell tattoo. “You little liar.” He chuckled, moving her wrists together so he could hold them with one hand, freeing the other.
    “Let me go, jerk.” Josie twisted her body to the side as his fingers curled into the top of her jeans and pulled.
    “What do we have here?” Vivid images of her flushed and panting flooded his mind. He tugged the button of her jeans loose, then eased down her zipper. Josie’s stomach tightened when he pulled at the material until the top of her panties was visible.
    Anders grinned as he traced the outline of the tattoo, wanting nothing more than to grind against her and relieve the building tension. “Why did you lie to me, Ivy?”
    The reminder of why Josie lied caused her to snap. She lifted her leg and, without hesitation, kicked him in the shin.
    “Fuck!” he yelled, stumbling back a few