“What the hell makes you think I’ll leave here with you tonight, Aidan Burke?” She curls her fingers across my collar, her lips pursing in a way so tempting that I want to meet them with my own and see if she tastes as spicy and irresistible as she acts. “What the hell makes you think you’re anywhere near my league?”
“Damn,” I laugh softly. I slide across the leather seat, hit full force by her unrelenting confidence. “Jessie, baby,” I say into her ear, curving my fingers around the back of her neck. “I don’t think you’re gonna leave with me. I know you are. You’re gonna leave with me, and I’m gonna give you the night of your fuckin’ life.”
“You’re real arrogant.”
“You mistake my confidence,” I murmur, trailing a hand up her curved side until my thumb brushes the underside of her breast. A tremor runs through her, and my lips twitch, sliding my hand back down and hooking her leg over mine. “Two different things. I’m real confident that I could take you back and kiss my way across your body until you’re begging for me to slide my cock inside you and fuck you until you’re screamin’ instead of beggin’.”
“Still arrogant,” she breathes, her hands slipping down to my waist.
“No—arrogance is sayin’ I’m gonna flip you onto your knees and fuck you until you pass out.” I lean toward her. “Confidence is knowin’ I’ll have you beggin’ and screamin’ for me.”
She trails her fingers around my waist and up to the collar of my shirt. “Give me one good reason why I should let you put your confidence on me.”
“You’ve got a score to settle,” I say into her ear, moving her hair away. “You’re here to get laid because you’re done wallowing in your own bullshit over your ex. Don’t take this for more than what it is, sunshine. It’s a fuck, pure and simple. We’re only connected by the fact that you hold big-ass childhood grudges against me. Don’t think you’ve gotta call me tomorrow or that I’m gonna call you.”
Jessie takes a deep breath, her fingers twitching at my neck. Her nails scrape against my skin in the gentlest way and I resist the urge to grab her wrists and pin them above her head and fuck her right here, right now, in this cheap leather booth.
“Fine,” she breathes. “One fuck, Aidan Burke. No frills. No rumors. Nothing public. Just you and me, and one night of the mind-blowing sex you’re promising me.”
“Sounds like an offer I can’t refuse,” I reply, guiding her mouth toward mine.
She puts two fingers over my lips. “And this doesn’t mean I forgive you for seventh grade. It just means that I’m on the rebound. And a little, little bit drunk.”
Shit, that was cute. “A little, little bit drunk? As opposed to just a little?”
“Shut up.” She rolls her eyes and lets go of me, getting up. “I’m going to the bathroom. Give me five minutes?”
“You got it, baby.”
About the author: Emma Hart is The New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of many sexy new adult romance novels, including the Call and the Game series, among others. Her sizzling new novels featuring the irresistible Burke Brothers include Dirty Secret and Dirty Past, as well as the upcoming Dirty Lies and Dirty Tricks. By day, she dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies — usually wine — and writes books.
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