Dating Kosher by Michaela Greene Read Free Book Online Page B

standards, was Impressive with a big capital I.
    It was a condo, but in what looked like a very exclusive building that surely cost a fortune. I didn’t dare ask though I was dying to. A doorman handed me out of the car as we pulled up to the front portico and then greeted Phil as he took the keys. I didn’t see any parking garage but had no doubt the car would be whisked away until Phil needed it again.
    Once inside Phil’s third floor (the entire floor) condo, I only had a second to register the décor; beautiful, luxurious and warm, no small feat considering the high vaulted ceilings and the marble floor. My mother would nod her endorsement of the place.
    But I didn’t have much time to explore with my eyes because I wasn’t in the door five seconds before Phil was on me, his lips on my neck, his hands all over the rest of me. In the massive foyer, he then liberated my breasts, practically making a meal of them.
    I’d forgotten what sex with Phil was like. By day, he was one-hundred percent business, icy cool, smart as a whip. By night, he was one-hundred percent no-holds-barred sex-starved maniac. I’m sure it was some sort of type A personality thing, but whatever—it was exciting. It had been a while since I’d had anything like that; having dealt recently with Max’s flaccid half-baked attempts to pleasure me that left me more angry than satisfied.
    In my heated frenzy, I managed to speak, although it sounded like a croaky grunt to my own ears. “Let’s…go…bedroom…”
    He lifted his face from my chest and looked into my eyes for half a second. Then he kissed me, hard, before leading me to his huge master suite.
    To say that Phil rocked my world that night would be understating. He rocked my world three times. By the time we fell into a sweaty heap of flesh and various bodily fluids, it was almost four a.m. and although I prided myself on my cardiovascular fitness, I was beyond spent.
    Phil propped himself up on an elbow and pushed a few sweaty locks of hair off my face. “You still got it, Shosh.”
    I smiled, closing my eyes. I wasn’t ready to talk yet.
    He traced his finger along my chest, around each breast. I hoped he wasn’t resting up to go again; I was never one to refuse great sex, but I’d had more than my…er…fill.
    “So why’d you call me?” he asked, nuzzling his face into my breasts. I wondered if he hadn’t gotten enough breastfeeding when he was a baby.
    Forcing the gears in my brain to start turning, I had to make a conscious effort to speak (yes, it had been that good). “I’d heard you were back in town. I wanted to see you. We had some awesome times, didn’t we?” I opened my eyes and lifted my head slightly. All I could see was the thinning hair on the top of his head.
    “Yeah, we did.”
    Closing my eyes to take the focus off his scalp, I thought about him and how good we were together. Forget just the wedding, maybe Phil was it. We had good chemistry; he was back in town, we certainly burned up the sheets. “Maybe now that you’re back, we should give it another go,” I suggested.
    He continued running his fingers along my chest and across my belly, making me quiver. Maybe I could go again…
    “Nah, I don’t think so,” he said after a long pause, still petting me so it took a second for me to catch up and realize what he’d said.
    As soon as I did, my heart sank. “Why not?”
    His fingers traveled down my belly. His voice was almost a whisper when he finally spoke. “Because, Shoshanna, you’re a vacuous whore.”
    In that instant, my heart stopped beating. It took me a moment to figure out if I had heard him correctly. I wasn’t entirely sure what ‘vacuous’ meant, but I was very familiar with the definition of ‘whore.’
    “What?” I asked, sitting up.
    He looked up at me, still smiling like a smug fucking bastard. “You’re empty. You’re a gold-digger. I’ve got too much at stake to be mixed up with a girl like you.” He lifted his