Wicked Ties Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Wicked Ties Chapter 2

... punching the stop button. The elevator came to a halt abruptly, causing her to stumble a bit. She reached for the wall for support as he smirked at her. “You’re just falling all over yourself because of me, aren’t you?” He asked and winked at her. Laura crossed her arms. “You better get this elevator moving fast before…” “You ride my hot, tight body to new levels of carnal pleasure?” He asked, batting his eyes innocently. Laura took a deep breath and willed herself to calm down. “No, before your inflated ego takes up all the air in this metallic box of death and I die from asphyxiation.” He shook his head, grinning at her madly. “I don’t get your stuck-up, prissy act. We had a perfectly nice night, and then you go and call me names in a nation-wide article. You really hurt my feelings.” “I stand by every word.” Laura cocked her eyebrows at him, challenging him. “I think it was terribly one-sided and missing some extremely entertaining facts.” “Such as?” He gave her a lopsided smile. “How the author is a hypocritical bitch who couldn’t wait to jump my bones.” Laura rolled her eyes, “That was your fault. You got me drunk.” He chuckled. “Do you always get that frisky when you’re hammered? If so, I may seriously need to re- stock the bus before you hop on.” She sighed. She couldn’t deal with this right now. “First of all, no amount of alcohol will ever get me to touch your filthy body again. Second, I’m not taking the job so you can stop trying to convince me.” Laura could almost ...

... see something akin to hurt flash in his blue eyes, before the emotion was masked with a familiar layer of indifference. “I hate to burst your bubble, but I don’t want you to take job. I came here to talk you out of it.” Laura frowned. “What?” “Seriously? You compared me to venereal diseases, mocked my clothes, talked trash about my singing, and made all my groupies mad. My brother, the ever dutiful manager, might think you’re good for business, but I don’t want you anywhere near me, Lauren.” “It’s Laura.” She gritted out. “And you had it coming.” He waved a hand as if to shrug it off. “Had what coming? You’re not mad about anything I did, you’re mad about being another notch on my guitar strap.” Laura smiled at him devilishly. “Gee, I can’t imagine why your harem got mad at you, you’re such a sweet talker!” He glared at her. “Well, this was a lesson. I should never pity fuck the needy and mentally unstable.” She couldn’t help it, his comment got to her, even if she knew his words were said in the heat of the moment. Matt had always said she was boring in bed, after all. Suddenly, she found herself getting angrier and angrier. She stomped over to his side of the elevator and pushed him to the wall by his shoulders. Derek’s eyes widened slightly, before he gave her his trademark smirk. “You want another round then?” He cocked his head slightly and licked his lips. “I want you out of my life!” Laura hissed out, their faces separated by only a few inches. “Here’s what’s going to ...