The Infatuation (Josh and Kat #1 , The Club #5) (34 page)

“Hey, Henn—” I say.

“No, really.” He waves me away. “I’m good.”

But, clearly, he’s not good. Not good at all.

Kat gets up from her seat next to mine and works her
way around the table to Henn. She grabs his shoulders emphatically
and stares into his eyes. “You’re the best. I’m proud to call you
my friend.” She kisses him on the cheek.

But he’s clearly heartbroken.

Shit.

The waitress arrives with the tequila shots Kat
ordered and Sarah leads the charge on raising our drinks in the
air. “To the Party Girl with a Heart of Gold and the Hacker,” Sarah
says, clearly trying to cheer Henn up. “A couple of
mill-ion-aires.
”

“Here, here,” I say.

“Yeah, well, let’s not put the cart before the
horse,” Kat says, putting down her empty shot glass. “There’s still
the little matter of actually getting the money.”

“Oh, we’ll get it—don’t you worry,” Henn says.

I grab Kat’s hand under the table and squeeze it and
she leans into me.

“Those fuckers almost killed you, baby,” Jonas is
saying to Sarah. “They owe you a shitload more than three million
bucks. Plus, you’ve been our fearless George Clooney through all
this—you deserve it.”

“One hundred percent,” I say.

“No, I can’t—”

“Sure you can,” I say.

“Absolutely,” Kat adds. She returns my hand-squeeze
under the table and leans right into my body.

“But what about you, Josh? Don’t you want some of
the money?” Sarah asks.

I laugh. “Hell no.”

“But you’ve been helping us from minute one—”

“Of course, I have. I wouldn’t have it any other
way.” I smile at Jonas and he grins.

“Just don’t make a decision about the money yet,”
Jonas says to Sarah. “Think about it for a little while.”

Kat puts her hand on my thigh under the table and my
cock twitches violently.

“
I want you so badly I’m in pain
,” she wrote
to me. Jesus Fucking Christ. I can’t wait another minute to fuck
her.

“So, Henn, how quickly do you think you can—” Sarah
abruptly stops talking.

Some dude in a suit has just walked up to our
table.

Sarah looks ashen.

Jonas looks like he’s about to commit murder.

Oh, Jesus. Shit. This dude’s got to be Max—the creep
who demanded a “freebie” from Sarah. No wonder Jonas looks like
he’s about to kill the fucker—I wanna kill him myself. I look at
Kat and her eyes are bugging out of her head.

“What do you want?” Jonas spits out, putting his arm
protectively around Sarah. He looks like a rabid Doberman pinscher
on a leash.

“Hello, Mr. Faraday,” the guy says smoothly.
“Sarah.” He glances at the rest of the table for show, but it’s
clear he doesn’t give a shit about anyone but Sarah.

“I hope you’re still enjoying your stay here in Las
Vegas?” the guy asks.

“What the fuck do you want?” Jonas asks.

“I had some business in the hotel—what a coincidence
to run into you.”

The expression on Jonas’ face makes me release Kat’s
hand under the table, just in case I need to leap up and fight this
fucker.

“Hi, Max,” Sarah says, her voice shaky. “Yeah,
that’s one helluva coincidence. Hey, everybody, this is Max—a
friend of mine. These are some friends of Jonas’ who met us in
Vegas to party—Jonas’ brother Josh, Josh’s girlfriend Kayley, and
his roommate from college, Scott.”

Max barely acknowledges the rest of us. “I just need
to steal you for a couple minutes, Sarah.” He puts his hand out
like he’s expecting Sarah to take it.

“No,” Jonas says, pulling Sarah into him.

“Hey, guys,” Sarah says to the group. “Could you all
excuse us for a few minutes?”

I look at Jonas, unsure whether we should leave him
and Sarah alone with this asshat or not. “Um... ,” I say.

Jonas nods at me, signaling it’s okay for us to
go.

I flash Jonas a look asking him if he’s sure, and he
nods again.

“Sure,” I say slowly. “Come on, Kayley.
Scott
.
Let’s go roll some dice.” The three of us get up from
the table and walk toward the front door of the restaurant—but just
inside the front doors, we stop and watch Jonas and Sarah for a
long moment, assuring ourselves they’re gonna be safe if we leave,
and when it seems certain the guy is here to flap his gums and
nothing more, we slip outside the restaurant and enter the bustling
casino.

“Whoa, that guy was exactly like I pictured him,”
Henn says. “Talk about Dr. Evil.”

My eyes lock with Kat’s. She smiles broadly at
me.

“Did you see Jonas’ face?” Henn asks. “That Max
dude’s about to become hash browns, man.”

I can’t wait another minute. I grab Kat’s hand and
pull her toward the elevators on the far side of the casino.

“Hey, boss,” Henn says behind me. “The craps tables
are this way, man.”

“You’re gonna have to play on your own for a little
while, Henn,” I say over my shoulder.

“Oh,” I hear Henn say behind me. “Gotcha.” He sounds
crestfallen. And I’m intellectually sorry about that, I really
am—because I love that fucking genius like a brother—but right now,
the only thing I care about is finally getting to experience the
motherfucking force of nature that is Katherine Ulla Morgan from
the inside-out.

“Are you taking me to read your application?” Kat
whispers, clutching my hand.

I don’t reply. We’ve reached the elevators and I
bang on the call button. Now that I’ve kissed her, I’m about to
explode with my pent-up sexual desire. I’m a dam about to
break.

“Are you taking me to read your application?” Kat
repeats, her voice barely controlled excitement.

I turn to face her. “No. I’m taking you to my room
where I’m going to fuck the living shit out of you,” I say evenly.
“And
then
I’ll give you my goddamned motherfucking
application.”

She clamps her lips together, shocked.

I grunt with frustration and lean in to whisper into
her ear. “And I swear to God, you little terrorist, you better not
say another goddamned fucking word about that motherfucking
application until after I’m through fucking you. You’ll get what
you want, I swear to fucking God, because it’s clear to me now
you’re as inevitable as goddamned gravity, but first things first
I’m gonna get inside that tight little body of yours and fuck you
’til you’re screaming my name.”

Kat

The elevator arrives and Josh pulls me inside, his
chest heaving, his eyes blazing. An orchestral version of “Take on
Me” by A-ha greets us in the enclosed space.

The doors begin closing and Josh lunges at me,
making my clit zing with anticipation—but just before the doors
slide shut, a hand stops their progress and an elderly couple steps
into the elevator car.

Josh leans abruptly away from me, clasps his hands
in front of his crotch, and looks down at the floor of the
elevator.

I straighten up, feeling light-headed and
weak-kneed.

“Hello,” the lady says. She’s got silver hair and
she’s wearing a simple sundress.

“Hello,” I say brightly to the woman and her
husband, trying to distract attention away from Josh and his pained
expression.

“Are you two having fun?” the woman asks.

“Definitely. You?”

“Oh, yes. We always have fun in Vegas. We play the
slots and see a show—always a good time.”

“Have you been winning?”

The lady laughs. “No.”

I look at Josh. His head is bowed. His hands are
still clasped in front of his pants.

“What show did you see this time?” I ask, my heart
racing.

Josh shifts his weight next to me.

“Blue Man Group,” the woman replies, her eyes
darting to Josh and back to me. “What have you been up to,
honey?”

“Oh,” I say. “Nothing much. The usual Vegas stuff—a
little craps,
Cirque Du Soleil,
plotting to overthrow the
evil empire and save the world, bringing a stubborn man to his
knees—you know, blah, blah, blah.”

The woman chuckles.

The older couple’s floor dings and they step out,
and the minute they’re gone, Josh leans toward me aggressively,
like he’s gonna fuck me right here and now. But a dad with two
young kids in swim gear immediately gets onto the elevator, causing
Josh to step back and clasp his hands in front of his crotch
again.

“We’re going
up,
” Josh barks out, his eyes
like lasers.

“Oh, whoops, thanks,” the dad says, putting his arm
out to stop the elevator doors from closing. “Come on, guys, step
out,” the dad says, glaring at Josh. “Daddy messed up. We’ve gotta
go
down
to get to the pool. Sorry about that, folks.”

“No problem—have fun,” Josh says, obviously trying
to make amends for how loudly he just barked at the guy.

Wow. I’ve never seen Josh look more like his brother
than he does in this moment. If this is how Jonas looks at Sarah on
a regular basis, then it’s no wonder she’s suddenly been acting
like a cat in heat.

The dad and his kids step off the elevator and the
doors close behind them—and Josh freaking
attacks
me. His
lips are on mine. His hands are all over me, exploring my breasts
and ass and back. Oh lordy, he smells so fucking good. His tongue
is sensual and confident, his lips utterly delicious. His hand
moves confidently between my legs, under my sundress, right to the
crotch of my panties, where his fingers confidently stroke me. I
pull back slightly and grip the bulge in his pants as his fingers
slide over the fabric covering my clit.

“Oh my God, Kat,” he murmurs as I vigorously stroke
the hardness under his slacks.

“I’m
dying
,” I breathe, my body bursting into
flames.

The elevator doors open and we tumble out together,
still kissing and groping each other. We bang into the wall with a
loud thud but keep going, both of us moaning and laughing at the
same time as we work our way down the short hallway toward Josh’s
room.

“You have a condom?” I mumble into his lips. Oh my
God, my body’s already beginning to warp and twist from deep
inside.

“Mmm hmm.”

We’re a frantic tumble of lips and fingers and
limbs, hurtling together voraciously toward Josh’s suite,
until—
boom
!—our writhing bodies literally crash into a cart
filled with towels and cleaning supplies right outside Josh’s
room.

“No,” Josh growls. “No, no, no.”

He grabs my hand and yanks me into his suite, a low
rumble simmering in his throat—and, yep, sure enough, a maid is in
the bedroom across the large suite, tucking a sheet.

“We don’t need cleaning service today,” Josh shouts
at the poor woman across the large suite, making her freeze
mid-tuck.

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir,” she says. “I was just
finishing up this—”

“Thank you,” Josh says, his tone adamant. “You can
go.
Please
.”

The maid looks flustered. “Yes, sir.” She exits the
bedroom and heads toward the front door.

“Thank you so much,” Josh says, obviously trying to
soften his tone.

“Do you want clean towels before I—”

“
Nope
. We’re good. Thank you so much.” He
squeezes my hand.

The woman presses her lips together and beelines out
the front door as fast as her short legs will carry her, obviously
surmising exactly what we’ve barreled into Josh’s hotel room to
do.

“Oh my fucking God,” Josh says the moment the door
shuts behind the woman. He hastily reaches behind my back and
unzips my dress. “I’ve waited my entire life to get inside you,
Katherine Ulla Morgan.” He kisses my neck and peels my dress off my
shoulders. “Nothing’s gonna stop me now—this hotel could crumble to
the fucking ground and they’d find me under the rubble, my dick
still hard and inside you.”

I laugh.

He pulls my unzipped dress down past my torso, over
my hips, to the floor, sliding his palms along my bare skin as he
goes, and before I even know what’s happening, my dress and bra are
on the floor, his tongue is in my mouth, my nipples are rock hard,
and he’s backing me against a nearby table, his hard-on behind his
pants grinding into my crotch.

His mouth leaves mine and devours my neck,
collarbone, breasts, nipples. He bites my left nipple and sucks on
it feverishly, and I throw my head back, my entire body convulsing
and bursting into flames at his mouth’s voracious assault. Holy
shit, this feels incredible. I can’t remember the last time I
wanted a man this bad, if ever.

He kisses my stomach, swirling his tongue around the
piercing on my belly button, and then moves on to my hips and
pelvis, his lips and tongue giving me goose bumps of pure pleasure.
I grab and pull feverishly at the collar of his shirt, wordlessly
begging him to take off his clothes so I can press my body against
his nakedness, but he ignores my implicit request, abruptly
kneeling down and leveling his mouth with my crotch. “I couldn’t
hear you well enough when you came on the dance floor—the music was
too loud. I wanna hear every little sound you make when you
come.”

Oh.
I shudder with arousal.

He slides my G-string off my hips, his fingertips
caressing my hipbones, his warm lips laying soft kisses on the
flesh just below my belly button. When he suddenly and fervently
pulls my pelvis into his face, my entire lower abdomen tightens
sharply and begins to burn.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, his warm, wet
tongue swirling around the perimeter of my crotch. I grip the table
behind me, bracing myself for the delectable moment when his tongue
is finally gonna land right where I want it most. Oh God, I’m
desperate for him to take my throbbing clit into his mouth and suck
on it like a lollipop.

He’s getting closer and closer to ground zero, but
he’s drawing it out, teasing me, sending me into a frenzy. I prop
my left thigh onto his shoulder, straining my pelvis toward him,
jerking like a dog in heat. I grab his head and yank his hair and
he moans into my crotch, puffing warm air onto my sensitive
flesh.