Poor Little Bitch Girl (56 page)

“Well, I’m certainly not charging for it,” Denver quipped.

“Nice,” Bobby said, laughing.

“Where are you?” she added.

“In a plane on my way to Vegas.”

“Your plane?”

“It’s not my plane,” he said patiently. “It’s the Stanislopoulos company plane.”

“But aren’t you Bobby Stanislopoulos?” she teased.

“I guess so, Miz District Attorney.”

“How’d you know about my new job?” she asked curiously.

“You think I haven’t been keeping tabs on you?”

“Hmm . . .” she said, experiencing a warm shiver of delight. “Really?”

“What’s it gonna be?” Bobby said. “Am I stopping in L.A. or are you jumping a flight to Vegas?”

“Well . . .”

“Hey, Denver – I’ve heard of foreplay, but this is ridiculous.”

“Yeah,” she said softly. “It sure is.”

“So . . . I guess I’m coming to L.A. – right?”

“Looks like I can’t stop you.”

“Looks like you don’t want to.”

Denver clicked off her phone, unable to wipe the smile off her face.

F
our hours after Bobby’s phone call we were in bed together and it turned out to be everything I’d ever dreamed of.

Okay, so here’s my checklist.

Abs:
Perfect.

Technique:
Perfect.

Lovemaking:
Beyond.

Overall performance: I don’t
think
– I
am
crazy in love. And yes, Bobby Santangelo Stanislopoulos is exactly as I’d imagined him to be.

After his phone call – which somehow or other I’d been expecting – he turned up at the door to my apartment, and it was pretty incredible to see him again.

He stood outside – tall, dark, and major sexy.

I reached forward, took his hand and pulled him inside.

He moved toward me, slammed the door shut with his foot and immediately began kissing me. Long, slow, tongue kisses which took kissing to a whole new level.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” he said, his voice deep and husky.

“Me too,” I managed, touching his face.

“What?” he teased. “You haven’t stopped thinking about you either?”

“Hey . . .” I giggled.

Oh God! I am
so
not a giggler.

Then his hands were pulling my T-shirt over my head, and I began unbuttoning his shirt, because we both craved flesh and I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anyone.

Bobby was King of Foreplay – unfastening the front clip on my bra, brushing my nipples with his fingertips, nudging my breasts together and working on them both at once.

I was breathless with the anticipation of what was to come – half-wishing he would move faster and yet at the same time wishing he would never stop caressing my breasts.

I felt him hard against my thigh, and I slid my hand down to feel him. Then I knew I had to taste him, make that intimate contact I didn’t do with just anyone – in fact, no one since Josh, because call me old-fashioned, but giving oral sex should be saved for someone special. And Bobby was special.

Oh yes . . .

Finally we made it to the bedroom, threw off the rest of our clothes, and started to make love in a leisurely fashion, because we both knew that without a doubt there was more to come, so there was absolutely no reason to rush.

I have no idea what will happen next.

Bobby lives in New York.

I live in L.A.

But one thing I know for sure – some things are meant to be – and this is only the beginning.

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