Filthy Rich, Wild with Lust

Chapter 51

“Now, now, be nice, Mrs. Potter.” I readjust her bed and fill out her chart.

Tom puts his head around the door. “Delivery just arrived at the nurses’station for you, Jules.”

I glance up. “What kind of delivery?”

“The romantic kind.” He winks and disappears.

“Oh.” I hunch my shoulders up in excitement. “Call me if you need anything, Mrs. Potter.”

“I need some peace and quiet.”

“Let her sleep a little longer, please.” I make my way down to the nurses’station and see the biggest bunch of red roses I have ever seen.

“Somebody is sucking up big time,” Rosemary says.

I smile goofily. “And so he should.”

I open the envelope and smile as I read the card.

Can’t wait to see you on Saturday.

Joel.

Oh...

They’re not from Henley...

“What’s wrong?” Rosemary asks.

“Nothing.” I fake a smile and stuff the card into my pocket.

Wrong man.

“Beautiful, aren’t they?” I exhale heavily... jeez.

I take out my phone and text Joel.

Thank you for the Roses,

They are beautiful.

A reply bounces back.

Like you.

Ugh, this is getting complicated.

A beautiful man is sending me roses, and all I feel is disappointment that they didn’t come from an asshole.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I put the roses onto the shelf. “They can stay here so we can all enjoy them.”

“You don’t want to take them home?”

“No.” I shrug. “Nicer here. I need to get back to work.”

I trudge down the corridor and roll my eyes in disgust with myself.

Move on, Juliet.

Friday night

Chloe leads our toast. “To Rebecca. May she find a hot man to have hot rebound s*x with tonight.”

We all giggle and sip our drinks.

Club Nero, also known as the meat market.

This is the place to come if you want to pick up, and tonight... Rebecca does.

She’s no longer the damsel in distress; she’s the angry b***h from hell, and god help anyone who stands in her way.

She wants revenge on her sleazebag husband, and Chloe and I have decided that the best way to get over him is to get under someone else.

It’s 10:00 p.m., and with way too many cocktails under our belt, we are on the prowl. Our eyes scan the club for any suitors.

“Maybe I need to get under someone else too,” I mutter.

“Definitely,” Chloe agrees. “Me, too, probably.”

Rebecca hunches her shoulders up in excitement. “This is actually kind of fun.”

“How long since you’ve had s*x with anyone else?” I ask.

“I’ve only ever had s*x with John.”

“What?” I gasp. “He’s the only one?”

“I know.” She rolls her eyes. “Don’t even get me started on how pathetic I am.”

“Who’s pathetic?” a voice says. We all turn to see Blake Grayson standing beside us. He’s in a suit. My eyes instantly flick around to look for his friends, and the masochist in me is excited to see Antony and then Henley. “Hi.” They nod.

Henley’s eyes hold mine for a beat longer than they should. Nerves dance around in my stomach, and I try to act casual. “Hello.”

The night just got interesting.

“What are you guys doing here?” Chloe asks.

“We had a charity thing we had to go to and bailed early,” Antony replies.

“So who’s pathetic?” Blake smiles over at us with his best sexy, boyish charm.

“Rebecca is having rebound s*x tonight,” Chloe announces.

“Chloe.” Rebecca laughs. “Don’t tell them our secrets.”

Blake’s face drops as he looks between us. “What?”

“She is going to get it good tonight.” Chloe laughs. She punches her hand with her fist to simulate hard f*****g.

Henley and Antony glance at each other and then chuckle at some kind of private joke.

“This is a terrible idea,” Blake replies.

“No. I need to do this,” Rebecca replies. “I’ve thought it through.”

Blake puts his hands on his hips as he stares at her, completely perplexed.

“The best way to get over a man is to get under another one,” Chloe says.

“Enough talking, Chloe,” Blake snaps. His eyes lock onto Rebecca; he takes her drink from her, sips it, and winces. “This is too strong for you.”

She snatches it back off him. “Wimp.”

Henley and Antony are really finding something funny in the background. Henley says something to Antony, and he bursts out laughing.

“f**k off,” Blake whispers as he elbows him swiftly in the ribs.

Wait a minute... does Blake have a thing for Rebecca?

Surely not?

“It’s too soon,” Blake tells us. “Nobody is getting their hands on you this early. I’m making sure of it.”

Henley mutters something under his breath, and Antony throws his head back and laughs hard.

What is so funny?

Okay, I think I’ve been reading the room completely wrong. I thought Blake was into Chloe, but now, watching this interaction, I actually think he’s into Rebecca. It would make sense. He hangs on her every word.

Fuck... wait until Chloe finds out. Nothing is easy, is it?

There’s always a f*****g problem.

I like Henley; Henley is an unobtainable asshole. Joel likes me; I don’t like Joel that way. Chloe likes Blake; Blake is a serial gangbanger who now also has a thing for our friend Rebecca whose husband is f*****g his anal-hungry secretary.

Ugh... just thinking of this sordid web is making my head spin.

“I’m going to the bar.” Antony heads off in that direction.

Chloe sees someone she knows across the dance floor. “Back in a minute.” She dances off through the crowd toward them.

I glance back and lock eyes with Henley. In slow motion, his eyes drop to my toes and then rise up to rest on my face. He licks his lips as if imagining something.

My stomach flutters. I know that look.

It would be so much easier to get over him if the s*x wasn’t so mind blowing. Our bodies were like the perfect jigsaw puzzle, fitting together in every way.

He filled every fantasy I ever had.

Dominant, powerful, and hung.

I get a vision of him holding my legs back, his thick c**k, creamy with want.

The perspiration sheen on his muscular skin, the way his stomach muscles rippled with his thrusts.

The look in his eyes as he fed his body from mine.

My s*x flutters at the memory.

Dear lord...

A thousand drinks and a million dirty thoughts later...

“Let’s dance,” Blake says. He grabs Chloe’s and Rebecca’s hands and pulls them onto the dance floor. My eyes flick over to Antony, who is talking to a group of men he knows by the bar.

“Alone at last,” Henley murmurs. His eyes linger on my lips, and without thinking, he adjusts the spaghetti strap on my dress. His fingers trail down my arm as he takes them away.

Goose bumps scatter up my arms at his touch.

I can’t stand this any longer. “What do you think about?” I ask him.

He frowns in question.

“You said you think about me a lot.”

“I do.”

“What do you think?”

He puts his mouth to my ear. “Dirty things.” His fingers trail a circle on my thigh as he stands close.

“Do you miss me?”

He leans closer. “Do you miss me?”

Arousal heats my blood at the feel of his touch, every cell waking from a dormant sleep.

“You know I do.”

His lips drop to my neck, and he kisses me there. “How do we get around this?” he murmurs against my skin. My eyes instinctively close.

The feeling of his large body towering over mine, standing so close that I can almost taste him...

This is primal.

The kind of physical attraction you only read about. I can’t fight it anymore; I can’t even pretend to want to.

“You kiss me,” I murmur.

His eyes hold mine, and he takes my face in one hand and licks my lips. The fire starts.

I feel it between my legs.

He puts his mouth back to my ear. “You’re all I can think about.” He bites my earlobe, and shivers run down my spine. “I dream of you in my sleep.”

“Like a nightmare?” I smirk.

“Exactly.” He grabs a handful of my hair and holds my face to his. The dominance of the act sends my pheromones into overdrive. “There isn’t a day goes by that I don’t f**k myself while I imagine it’s you.”

The sanity rubber band snaps, and I don’t care who sees us—I kiss him with everything that I have.

My tongue swirls against his. His hands snap around my behind as he holds me close.

And right here in the middle of the club, we forget where we are.

Kissing like our lives depend on it.

His hands drag me over his hardened c**k in his suit pants, and I whimper.

It’s going to be so good.

“I need you beneath me,” he growls into my mouth as he bites my lip. “Right f*****g now.”

“Let’s go,” I pant.

He grabs my hand and drags me out of the club, and once outside, he drags me around to the side alley and slams me up against the wall and kisses me again.

Like animals we dry hump each other, desperately trying to get more of each other in the shortest time possible. His hands slide up and down my bare legs. His thick erection nudges firmly against my stomach.

“You’re going to make me blow right here, baby girl.”