The Infatuation (Josh and Kat #1 , The Club #5) Read Online Free PDF

brushing her lips against
his jawline. “Talk to your brother, baby. He’s on your team.” She
touches his face. “Your brother’s on your side. Just listen to him.
He dropped everything to come here for you. Listen to him.”
    Jonas lets go of Sarah’s hand, grabs her face with
both hands, and kisses the hell out of her. Clearly, his kiss is a
giant “fuck you” to me, but I don’t understand what I’ve done to
deserve it.
    When Jonas pulls away from kissing Sarah, he looks
fiercely at me, his nostrils flaring, glaring at me like he’s
daring me to say a fucking word. But I’m not even tempted to speak.
There’s nothing I could possibly say that wouldn’t involve the
words “crazy” and “fuck” and “you.”
    “One can easily forgive a child who’s afraid of the
dark,” Jonas says, visibly trembling. “The real tragedy of life is
when men are afraid of the light.”
    I roll my eyes. Fan-fucking-tastic. Another Plato
quote from my crazy-ass brother. Fuck me. This is gonna be a long
fucking night.

Chapter 3
    Kat
     
    As Derek kisses my lips, he runs his fingertips
along my thigh underneath my pencil skirt. I return his kiss with
equal enthusiasm and run my fingers through his hair. Heck yeah, I
do. Derek the ex-SEAL-bodyguard is way, way hotter than
Kevin Costner ever was (and Kevin Costner was pretty freaking hot
back in the day). I lean back onto the arm of my couch, pulling
Derek’s lips with me as I go and coaxing Derek’s body on top of
mine. Holy shitballs, this man’s clearly got a hard body beneath
that Men’s Wearhouse suit. And that’s not all that’s hard about
Derek, either—the bulge behind his slacks feels like it was forged
in a steel factory. Good lord.
    It’s all I can do not to bust out singing Whitney
Houston’s “I Will Always Love You”—not because I will always love
Derek Insert-Last-Name-Here, obviously. I only met the guy less
than twenty-four hours ago, and, as far as I can tell, he’s got the
personality of a baseball bat. No, that iconic song is on the tip
of my (extremely busy) tongue right now because oh my effing
God I’m about to fulfill a fantasy I’ve had since I first
witnessed a certain juggernaut of cinematic artistry at the tender
age of nine .
    My mom rented The Bodyguard from Blockbuster
Video on a Friday night (plus video games for my dad and four
brothers to keep them distracted while we two girls watched our
movie), and by Sunday afternoon, I’d watched that damned movie at
least six times from start to finish (and that was a full year
before we got our first DVD player, which means I actually had to rewind that freaking thing every time I wanted to re-watch
it, so that tells you how committed I was to Whitney and Kevin’s
once-in-a-lifetime love).
    And all through the years since that first Bodyguard marathon, through puberty and high school and
college, whenever I’ve been dumped or no one asked me to a dance or
I’ve had PMS or gotten a crappy-ass grade in a class (that last one
being a fairly common occurrence), I’ve watched Kevin and Whitney
as a sort of therapy, I guess, kind of like digging into a
cinematic pint of Ben and Jerry’s.
    So it’s no wonder that now, as a
twenty-four-year-old woman with an unapologetic sex drive and an
unwavering dedication to you-only-live-once, having hot sex with my
very own real-life bodyguard is right at the top of my sexual
bucket list. I mean, come on. Not all sex has to be about some kind
of deep soul connection—sometimes, it can simply be about making a
lifelong sexual fantasy come true.
    “Katherine Morgan?” Derek the Bodyguard asked
yesterday when I opened the front door of my apartment and beheld
his no-nonsense hotness for the first time. I leaned against the
doorjamb and smiled broadly, pleasantly surprised about the gift
the universe had just plopped into my lap (or, more accurately, the
surprise Sarah’s new boyfriend, Jonas, had just plopped into my
lap).
    “Yes, I’m Katherine