Pucking Wild (Jacksonville Rays, #2)

by Emily Rath

Stripping it off, I drop it to the floor with a wet plop. Then I undo the buttons of my cream Antonio Melani belted wrap coat, shrugging it from my shoulders. I become more frantic as I go, tugging at the bottom of the silky blouse tucked into my pencil skirt. My breath comes in sharp pants as I jerk the buttons, popping one clean off. It rattles onto the counter. I need it off. All of it. Now. I can’t breathe. I unzip my skirt and shimmy it down my hips, stepping out of it. Then I stretch my arms behind my back, chilled fingers fumbling for the strap of my bra. The clasp releases and I gasp, dropping it from my shoulders. I stand there in my kitchen in nothing but my stockings and underwear. Arms wrapped tightly around my middle, I sob. I’m so angry I could scream. I do scream. Loud. It’s feral and raw and not nearly enough of a release. The sound is sharp in my throat, stinging in its intensity. “Fuck,” I shout. “Fucking fuck!” Inside the pocket of my coat, my phone dings.