With a Twist Read Free

shrugged. “But I was engaged at the time and you were married. I may be a lot of things, but I don't carry on with married women."
    Ava's heart fluttered. Oh, he was good, very good. Elena re-filled his glass, but it was Ava who took it, lifted it high to toast him and took a sip. Her throat burned as the liquor made its way down her throat and added to the fire in her pussy. She faced him once again.
    "You're hitting on me, aren't you?"
    "Yes I am. And guess what?” She shook her head as he placed one muscled arm on her thigh. The warmth of his flesh penetrated the fabric of her dress and Ava hoped he hadn't felt her shiver. Her nipples began to ache and the place between her legs grew moist.
    "All I could think of since I've been here is what would it be like to have your gorgeous legs wrapped around me while I fuck you. I'm a man who says what he means. And I mean to have you. Tonight. Now. Anywhere, you name it."
    Ava flushed with heat. Had he just said he wanted to fuck her? Yes, he had. So now what should she do.
    Am I so desperate that I'm actually considering having sex with a virtual stranger? Have I lost my mind?
    Her hand flew to her chest. “I think you're serious."
    Shane nodded. “Yes, I am.” He leaned in, his whisper seductive. “Want to know what I think? I think you're wet right now. I bet you're wearing a thong, maybe a sexy garter belt. My mouth is watering just thinking about what's under that dress. Are your nipples hard? I could make them harder with my mouth. Just the thought of sucking you has me so stiff I can hardly move."
    He demonstrated by placing his hand over hers and sliding it discreetly over the hardened bulge in his jeans. He was long and thick. Ava swallowed. Solid and firm like the rest of him. Her attempt to maintain her balance failed miserably.
    "I'm getting the impression you want me, too, or you would have either slapped me or kicked me out of your bar by now."
    Smart, as well as sexy. “You're right."
    Was she going crazy? Could she actually be contemplating taking him up on his invitation? Tall, charming and delicious he might be, but he was also younger than her by at least ten years.
    It doesn't seem to bother him. He's just being nice to you and probably feels sorry for you on your birthday, that's all.
    Still, amidst all her doubts her body gravitated toward him. She wanted that gorgeous mouth of his sucking on her throbbing clit. Her blood raced through her veins as she imagined his cock buried deep inside her, making her scream with pleasure.
    She was hot and flushed, and he raised an eyebrow, as if waiting for her answer. Go for it, Ava. End your birthday with a bang.
    She took a deep breath and swallowed hard. “Are you asking me to be bad, Shane?"
    His lips curved into a sexy confident smile. “I'd be willing to bet that when you're bad, you're very very good."
    He moved his body slightly, and Ava nearly missed the way he'd worked one long limb between her legs. She was suddenly aware of the ensuing quiet surrounding her.
    The word ‘no’ never entered her foggy, lust filled mind. “Okay."
    He led her to the tiny table for two in the shadows of the bar, sat so close to her their thighs touched. He placed one arm around her shoulder, the touch so commanding that Ava shivered with anticipation.
    Why not.
    "I hope you're not driving home in your condition?” He interrupted her thoughts, concern clear in his voice.
    "No, I live close by?
    He didn't smile. His gaze bore into hers. Intense, as if one track minded. “I want to be with you Ava, tonight."
    Oh God, what a line. “I'm not that drunk, you know,” she whispered, held captive now by his intense blue gaze that sent white hot shivers down her belly to her center. His nostrils flared slightly.
    "Exactly how, um, tipsy are you?"
    She couldn't help but smile. “Maybe a little bit. Do you often succeed with this sort of come on? Or do you keep choosing cliches until some unwilling woman falls into your