Burn For You Jt Geissinger Novels & Stories

And that’s when it hit me. Damien Lockewood — with all his jet-black perfection and piercing blue eyes — was a certified, grade-A asshole. Oh, shoot me now.

But I didn’t need him to. I returned to my food, ignoring the burn in my chest that came from hearing Tristain’s smug tone. He, of course, was perfectly comfortable leaning back in his chair, elbow resting on the back of it like he owned the room. “Princeton, huh?” I muttered under my breath, loud enough for just him to hear. “Bet they love having a prodigy who’s also insufferable at home.” He glanced at me, a flicker of annoyance in his blue eyes. “Better insufferable than bratty and entitled.”

Chapter 17 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Angelica… We got back to The Grey Goose, and I walked down into the club and got out the ginger ale and Glenfiddich, and tossed some ice in a lowball, intending to make my version of a Mamie Taylor. “We’re not supposed to drink on the job,” Jade said, putting her hand on top of the Glen 12.

he pointed out, his fingers trailing circles along my neck, the light touch raising goosebumps on my skin. "But I am sober now," I whispered, leaning into his touch. "But you were served a bottle of wine, you are not entirely sober." He stepped even closer, moving his hand to my throat. I wanted to tell him to stop, to step away from him, but my mouth and feet betrayed me. When he wrapped his hand around my throat and trailed his nose along the side of my neck, heat pooled between my legs. Just like that, my previous anger was replaced by a fire that made my core clench, seeking friction. It sent sparks down my spine and to my breasts, making my nipples rub uncomfortably against my clothe.