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don’t care if you’re a manwhore. It’s
just... you can have any woman you want—anyone at all. The daughter
of Gabrielle LeMonde—”
    I scoff loudly, shutting her up.
    “A Victoria’s Secret Angel.”
    “A devil-woman with battery acid in her heart.”
    Kat bites her lip, obviously trying to suppress a
smile. “Emma.”
    “A woman who called me a sick fuck and then promptly
ran off with a dude who owns polo ponies and wears a fucking ascot .”
    There’s a long beat. Kat’s eyes are unreadable to
me.
    “I’m obviously way out of line here—just a total
head case,” she says. “I’m sorry.” She exhales loudly. “I’m gonna
go get a drink and play blackjack while you reply to Jen’s email.
She’s a twat and a half, don’t get me wrong, but even twats have
feelings, too, and she deserves an honest response. Lemme just go
downstairs and pull myself together for a bit, okay? I’m really
sorry I’m acting so crazy.”
    She turns around to pound the elevator call-button,
her shoulders slumped.
    Fuck this shit. I’m not in the mood to write an
email to Jen right now. There’s only one thing I want to do:
kiss my smokin’ hot Party Girl with a Hyphen.
    I bound down the hallway to Kat, my cheeks on fire,
a massive lump in my throat, my dick rock hard. I grab her
shoulders, whirl her around to face me, and kiss the shit out of
her. “I’m not Garrett Bennetting you, Kat,” I mumble into her lips.
“I promise.”

Chapter 4
    Kat
     
    My kiss with Josh has ramped up to
full-throttle-I-wanna-fuck-your-brains-out within seconds. Josh
breaks away from me, his blue eyes darkening with heat, slams my
body roughly into the wall, yanks my mini-skirt up, and pulls my
panties down.
    I throw my head back, shaking with my arousal, and
it bangs sharply against the wall of the hallway. But even the pain
of whacking my head feels fucking awesome right now. I’m absolutely
hyperventilating with anticipation. “Josh,” I breathe, shoving my
hand into his open pants and grasping his erection. “I’m sorry. I’m
batshit crazy.”
    “You really are.”
    I laugh.
    “I’m not like him, Kat,” he breathes. “I’d never do
that to you.”
    “I know. I don’t know why I’m so crazy,” I say. “I’m
sorry.”
    “It’s okay—apparently, I get off on crazy.”
    He shoves his hand into his pocket frantically but
comes up with nothing but the key card to Jonas and Sarah’s suite.
He tries his other pocket and again comes up with nothing.
“ Fuck ,” he says. “I must have left the condom on the table
in the suite.”
    “We don’t need it,” I gasp, grasping his erection
with authority. “I’m on the pill. I’m clean. Just fuck me.” I’m
writhing against the wall, crazed by my arousal.
    Without another word, he slams me against the wall
like he’s mugging me and plunges himself into me with shocking
ferocity.
    “You feel so fucking good,” he says, moving his hips
exactly the way he did on the dance floor the other night.
    I groan and shudder with pleasure and relief.
    “I love feeling your pussy against my cock with
nothing between us.” He bites my neck. “You’ve got a magic pussy,
Kat.”
    Oh, God, I love that he’s a dirty-talker.
    After a few minutes of Josh’s deep thrusting and
heated whispers into my ear, I make my patented
just-burned-my-hand-on-the-stove sound and he growls his reply, his
hips moving relentlessly.
    “You’re always so wet for me. Oh shit. You’re so
fucking wet .”
    “I start dripping the minute you step within twenty
feet of me,” I growl.
    He lets out a long, low moan that’s so sexy, I
convulse with excitement.
    “I can’t get enough of you. I’ve never been addicted
like this.”
    My skin pricks all over with a sudden chill. “Oh,
God,” I say. “Here it comes.” For an instant, I feel exactly like
I’m gonna throw up. My insides are beginning to warp and twist.
“Oh, shit.”
    “Come on, baby.” He kisses my ear and gropes my
breast.