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One of the nine Muses.
“I believe Vegas is just five hours away. How drunk do I need to get you before you say I do?”
“But nothing, Thalia. Smile for me, say thank you in Greek, and join your friends. Cassidy’s so red she might spontaneously combust.”
“Yeah, babe, it does. Theo was definitely making a pass at you. He’d eat you out right here, right now, if you’d give him the green light.”
Her body is a sight to behold and as if that’s not enough, she’s confident, sensible, and funny in her own special way: weird, sarcastic, and a little inappropriate, but I’m here for it.
She’s beautiful—a powerful magnet drawing attention, commanding the room.
Her unconventional beauty shines like the goddamn lighthouse of Alexandria.
“There’s a difference between hard and fast, little one.”
“I’ve seen you with and without makeup. I’ve seen you with mascara smeared under your eyes when you were too lazy to wash your face before falling asleep. I’ve seen you wearing a sexy dress, and I’ve seen you in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt stained with tomato juice. You’re beautiful, little one. Always. But now, you’re tired.”
Ask how much you owe me for the pizza, and I’ll cover your pretty face with a pillow while you sleep and watch you take your last breath.”
“You look...” His chest rises and falls faster, and a muscle feathers his jaw when his eyes jerk to meet mine. “You want me to kill someone tonight?”
“I know the difference,” he dictates casually, “between hard and fast.”
“Do you know the difference between don’t stop and keep going?” His darkening eyes, brimming with warmth, spell out mischief. God, it’s good to know I’m getting to him. “Keep going is an encouragement for the guy who can’t find the right spot. Don’t stop is praise for the guy who knows exactly where that spot is.” He runs his hand down my side, stopping on my hip. “Do you know the difference between hold it and hold on?” “Hold it is an order.” I moisten my lips with the tip of my tongue. “Hold on is a promise.”
“That’s it...” His warm breath fans my skin, his fingers prolonging my orgasm. “There you go, omorfiá. You needed that, didn’t you? You needed me.”
“Sharing is caring.”
I licked you. You’re mine.” “I licked you too,” he smirks. “Then I’m yours.”
“You think I’m handsome, Thalia?” I ask, forcing her attention on me, my elbow still casually resting on the bar. “Funny? Interesting?” I take her hand and pull until she takes a step closer. “I believe Vegas is just five hours away. How drunk do I need to get you before you say I do
