Cocky Jerk by Infante Bosco Janine & Club Hero

Author:Infante Bosco, Janine & Club, Hero
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cocky Hero Club, Inc.
Published: 2020-09-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Marco

Earlier, I decided I was going to take Tig’s advice and just go with the flow. I wasn’t going to worry about who Antonia’s father was or why she was keeping it from me. And I wasn’t going to mention the fucking creep hanging around outside the office or that sleazeball Hound either. I was simply going to enjoy her, and by that, I mean, I was going to give us both a night we’d never forget.

All that other stuff would come with time.

With trust.

But when she agreed to come to the party with me, something inside me snapped. I can’t explain it, but I needed to taste her. It’s been twenty minutes since my mouth touched hers and I’m still fucking hard as a rock. I could give a fuck less about the chicken on my plate. All I’ve got is an appetite for her.

“You’ve barely touched your food.”

Reaching for my beer, I twist the top off and glance at my dish before meeting Antonia’s gaze.

Christ, she’s pretty.

“That’s because I’m currently wondering if your pussy tastes as sweet as your mouth and it’s taking every ounce of self-control not to flip this table and pull your leather pants down.”

Watching as her cheeks flame, I bring the bottle to my lips and take a gulp. My imagination kicks into gear and I picture her sprawled across my bed, her cheeks flush, her hair mussed and sweat dripping from her brow.

“Oh,” she murmurs, setting her fork down. It’s not a graceful move, and it hits the dish with a clank. Her tongue slips over her bottom lip slowly, enticing me. Driving me fucking mad. Then she pulls it between her teeth, and I’m done. Just fucking done.

Lowering my hand under the table, I press the heel of my hand to the bulge between my legs and reach for my fork. Stabbing the chicken with the prongs of the fork, I close my eyes and try to picture something unattractive. Something sure to kill the party in my pants.

My Nonna comes to mind.

My sweet, loving and very dead, Nonna.

May she rest in peace.

“We could skip dinner,” Antonia says as I pop a piece of chicken into my mouth.

As tempting as that is, I shake my head. I’m not a horny teenager who can’t control himself. I’m a fucking man and I don’t want to be another name on the list of douchebags she’s dated. For some odd reason, I want her to place me in a category of my own.

Meeting her gaze, I say, “I’m going to school you on something. If a man can’t get his dick under control and sit through a meal with a beautiful woman, he’s going to be selfish in the bedroom. It’s all about patience.”

“Let me guess, you’re patient.”

“In not so many words you just gave me the green light to fuck you and we’re still sitting at the table. What do you think?”

“I think you better live up to the expectations you’re making me have.

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