Missed Connections: Stepping Out Read Free

party. Your girlfriend was right next to you, all big and round with your baby. But you didn’t care, did you? You wanted the hot girl with the big tits and tight ass.” She blew him a kiss, her laugh angry. “Well, sexy, here I am.”
    She ground against his erection, seeming to wait for something. Then she swore and kissed him hard, her lips punishing against his mouth.
    Despite his intentions, Conlan reacted. In a big way. He kissed her back, grinding up against her, the sexual chemistry between them impossible to ignore. He had to remind himself that this wasn’t the place or time for a quick fuck. And especially not with this woman, who had the morals of an alley cat.
    But his hands didn’t seem to care. They crept up her waist to cup her breasts. He squeezed her hard nipples and drew back from the kiss so that he could breathe in her scent when he rubbed his face between her huge tits. Her moans made everything worse, because he was a heartbeat from unzipping his pants and shoving inside her. He didn’t need to touch her to know she’d be wet, as caught up in their hellish chemistry as he was.
    Not totally his fault, considering he’d spent the last six months celibate, too busy working and dealing with the ex from hell to engage with a woman. Now horny, pissed off, and with the potential for meaningless sex looming right before him, he had half a mind to fuck her and be done with the whole mess. Some lesson, but then, she seemed to want it as much as he did.
    Someone knocked on the door. “Anyone in there?”
    They froze. She pulled back, oddly enough staring at him in both disgust and horror.
    “Be right out,” she called.
    He felt the way she looked.
    She scrambled off his lap and put her dress to rights. “You’re a scumbag, and I wouldn’t do you if you were the last man on earth,” she spat in a low voice.
    Quite the change of heart from a woman whose tongue had moments ago been down his throat.
    Ignoring his erection, he stood and glared down at her, embarrassed he’d nearly come at her hands. “Same back at ya. What’s wrong? Did you suddenly remember my pregnant fiancée and realize what an unfeeling bitch you really are? Better close those legs before you catch something, sweetie.”
    She narrowed her eyes, twin beams of blue death aimed his way. “Why don’t you crawl back to your baby’s mama? Even better, do her a favor and leave her alone. You’re a poor excuse for a man.”
    She had the nerve to flounce away. She unlocked the door and shoved past a gaggle of startled women.
    He followed, furious that he’d nearly lost his head with Aaron’s leavings. They skirted a huddled mass of people talking and circling around the brawlers now in cuffs on the floor.
    “I’m not done talking to you,” he warned.
    She continued toward the front door. “Well, I’m done with you.” To a nearby waiter, she said, “This guy’s trying to skip out on the check. I’d grab him before he skates.”
    The waiter looked alarmed and yelled for an officer’s help.
    Conlan swore as he stopped to deal with the check. Gwen kept going.
    Before he knew it, she was out the door and gone, and he was stuck with a two-hundred-plus-dollar dinner bill, a headache, and the memory of Gwen’s supple body over his cock.
    Some lesson this had turned out to be. What a hell of a night.

Chapter Two
    Gwen glared at her cousin the next morning and considered burying herself under her blankets. At times like these, she wished Mia worked away from home. But since they were both self-employed and busy as heck running a successful blog and social media campaign, there was nowhere for Mia to go.
    “So tell me exactly what happened. You know you want to,” Mia cajoled. “You were pretty vague and annoyed last night. I figured it was best to let you sleep before interrogating you.”
    “Coffee. Must have coffee.”
    Mia snickered and left, returning moments later with a steaming cup of java. “Here. Now talk. So there