Maddie's Bet: Sex With a Stranger Read Free Page A

the next meal of a starving man. But it’s all an act. It has to be. I’ve been burned before; I know the signs. My head is lowering, but is stopped by his fingers under my chin. “Wow! Someone really did a number on you, didn’t he? I’m not lying. I’ve wanted to do that from the first moment I saw you.”
    I know I’m blushing, but hopefully he can’t tell with all this foundation on my face. “Look, don’t get me wrong—I’m flattered, really! But what you see isn’t me. This is just what my friend made me up to be. I knew it was a mistake.” I’m starting to rise, and again his hand holds my wrist. Why does everything about him have to be sexy? Even the veins in his hands are turning me on. But I have to be true to myself. I really can’t do casual stranger sex. Besides, the fact that my mother would be horrified and so disappointed should be enough to stop me, not to mention the possible dangers. Yeah right, like she would ever have to know. But she would. One look at me and she would be able to tell. Why is it that everyone seems to be able to tell what is going on in my head better than I can?
    “If you’re referring to the clothes and makeup, then you’re right. They aren’t you, but that’s not what I’m seeing. There’s something in your eyes that tells me you have a brain and that you know how to use it.” Oh, here we go! I bet that line has gotten him into bed before. Very original – not!
    “No, I’m not giving you a line to get you between the sheets. I’d love to have you in that position, but I won’t lie to you to get you there.” Why does he have to look so sincere? Oh, he’s good at this! Those “come to bed” eyes of his know exactly what they are doing to me. It doesn’t matter how hard I try—I can’t stop looking into them. I’m sitting again, but this time I’m on his lap. Have I lost complete control of myself? Who it this guy? Why can he do this to me?
    One hand is caressing the side of my face. “Shhh, baby. Just relax and enjoy how I can make you feel.” His other hand is lightly running up and down between my hip and ribs. “Don’t think, just feel. Turn off that pretty brain of yours for a little while.” I should be running—slapping his face and running away as fast as I can—but I can’t make myself do it. He’s cast a spell over me. His hands are magical, stroking, caressing, and crumbling my defenses. He’s smiling. He knows. My nipples are hard and aching, begging for him to caress them, suck them. My pants are… “Oh yeah, you like that, don’t you? I can tell. Your wetness is soaking through to my thigh. Beautiful. Just the response I want.” Oh my god! It must be the makeover—I’m turning into a slut! Here I am, sitting on a stranger’s knee, and I don’t care. But I should, shouldn’t I? Hold on a minute—what does he mean I’m wetting his thigh? He’s wearing leather! Oh god, I’ve never been this wet, even with Steve, never ever before. I need this to stop, but he’s taken all my willpower away. His eyes haven’t left mine and I can’t look away. My body isn’t tingling anymore; it’s on full current…
    “Ah…hmm! Sorry to interrupt, Maddie! But thought I’d better tell you that I’m leaving now. Looks like you’re in good hands though, so to speak. Hi! I’m Sherry, Maddie’s best friend, and if you hurt her I’ll hurt you.” This is said with a wink and a smirk at both of us and then she’s gone.
    Two hands grab my waist and stand me up. “Come on. This place is too public. We need some privacy.” My hand is in his and I’m being pulled along.
    “Wait! My bag!” Before I know it the bag is in my hand and we’re pushing our way through the crowd towards the bar.
    “I need to talk to the barman for a minute. I brought my bike but I only have one helmet, so we’ll take a cab.” Quick words and a set of keys are exchanged with the barman, and then we are moving again. How I stay upright on my heels I