The Resistance by S.L. Scott

Author:S.L. Scott [Scott, S.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Contemporary
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Goodreads: 21522661
Publisher: S.L. Scott
Published: 2014-04-26T04:00:00+00:00

“I find normal more fascinating than outrageous. I’m surrounded by chaos all the time. Normal is way more interesting.” ~Johnny Outlaw

After three weeks on the road, Dalton returns to L.A. and I jump him the minute he shows up at my door. It isn’t pretty or romantic. I’m just so damn happy to see him. He drives me crazy like that, so romance flies out the window. I was sore for two days afterward and have absolutely no regrets about it.

It’s been blissful to spend five days straight with him. He left for his house this morning to ‘take care of business’ as he put it, but most of the time, he’s at mine. I think he likes the normalness of the neighborhood. No paparazzi or fans have discovered him over here… yet.

“I want to take you to my friends’ house today. Are you busy?” Dalton asks me over the phone.

While sitting in my office, I lean back in my chair and swivel to face the window. “I’m free for you.”

“I like that.”

“I like you.”

“Okay, I like that even more.”

“I really like that you like that even more.” I giggle, feeling silly.

Chuckling, he asks, “With this big like-fest going on, do you have any openings I can fill before we head over? You know, openings in your schedule.”

“I have several… openings you can fill. What works best fo—”

“I’m on my way.”

Dead air. At least it’s for a good reason. The man is insatiable and I love it. Jumping up, I run into the bathroom and freshen up. Thank goodness I decided to take a shower this morning. I put on a little makeup and spritz with perfume. I whip my hair up into a ponytail and rush back into my office to shut everything down.

Dalton arrives in record time. When I open the door, I greet him by saying, “You’re a motivated man.”

“You know how to motivate me.”

“C’mere.” Feeling a lot motivated myself, I kiss him hard. He backs me further inside, lips joined with mine, until the back of my legs hit the end of the couch.

Not wasting time, I push down my shorts and pull off my shirt.

“I like this look on you,” he says, running his finger over my bare breasts.

“You mean naked?”

“Yeah, naked. I like you naked best.” Kneeling before me, he leans forward, his heated breath hitting me right before he kisses me again, but much lower this time. Motivation does funny things to people and we lose the next hour to moans and breathy sighs as pleasure is built and satisfaction is found.

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