Easy Virtue by Mia Asher Read Free Book Online

warm as a summer’s breeze, hits my skin makes funny things happen inside me—of the tingly kind.
    “I’m sorry. What did you say?” I ask, turning to look at him.
    He chuckles. “I asked if you’re all right.”
    Oh. Oh. “Oh, yeah, yes. I’m okay. I’m sorry.”
    I break the uncomfortable staring contest we have going on by lowering my gaze to the arms around my waist. “Your … um, your arms,” I say, sounding like a total idiot. Seriously, Blaire? Seriously?
    “What about them?” he says, tightening them.
    I swallow hard, clearing my mind, and I place my hands on his to try and move them. But they won’t budge. It’s like they’re stuck to me. “You can let go of me now.”
    He laughs as he releases me, the warmth of his touch gone. “My bad.”
    I turn to look at him and watch as the stranger smirks in a way that totally negates his apology. The small smile makes his eyes crinkle at the corners, a complete telltale. The asshole totally liked it.
    I run a hand down my dress, smoothing it. “Thank you for—”
    “Actually, don’t worry about it. This has been the best part of my day.”
    Don’t smile … don’t smile …
    I smile.
    How could I not?
    We continue to smile at each other as the angry sounds of dogs yapping and barking surround us. But then I remember Walker. Grimacing, the same thoughts seem to cross the stranger’s mind right before we turn around and watch an angry looking Walker going off on the poor dog walker. She’s holding the leashes to at least ten dogs, pulling and tugging in every possible direction. It’s easy to see why she lost control of them.
    I’m about to defend her and tell Walker to calm down, but the angry flash I see in his eyes makes me think it would be a bad idea.
    “Chill, man. It’s not the girl’s fault that the dog jumped you,” I hear the stranger say, becoming my personal hero.
    I can’t help but compare how different they are. With his impeccable black tuxedo, blond hair, and blue eyes, Walker seems coolly untouchable. The stranger is wearing an old looking black suit, messy brown hair that sticks up at the top, and the softest of brown eyes that seem to be as warm as the earth.
    I watch as he kneels and pats some of the dogs, trying to mellow them. “There … there … calm down,” he coos softly.
    Walker doesn’t bother answering him. He turns to look at the terrified girl. “Next time, learn how to do your job properly. It doesn’t seem like it requires a lot.” He turns my way, grabs my hand, and starts to walk away without giving the guy or the dog walker a second thought.
    “No need to be such a fuckin’ asshole, man! She said she was sorry!”
    “Walker, wait … that wasn’t nice. You shoul—”
    “Keep walking, Blaire.”
    I glance back and watch the stranger standing in the middle of the street with the biggest fucking grin on his face while the dogs play around him, forgotten. I drown out Walker’s tirade as I grin back.

AFTER HE THROWS THE KEYS OF his Aston Martin to the doorman outside his building, Walker drags me to the elevator. As the doors close in front of us, he lets go of my arm and stands next to me without making eye contact. But the moment we walk into his place, Walker lifts me by the ass and carries me to his bed.
    He unzips his pants, pulls them and his briefs down in one swift movement, his cock already hard. He doesn’t bother to take my clothes off, placing me on his lap, and entering me in one hard thrust. With his hands on my bare ass, he drives my movements, propelling me to ride his cock mercilessly. Up and down. Tilting slightly back, my fingers grip his thighs as I watch his cock pulling in and out of me, the erotic visual drugging my senses. All I see is him penetrating me, his glistening cock entering me, and all I want is more. And harder. The slap of our skin fills my ears as he fills me. He’s fucking me so hard it hurts, but it’s a pain that borders on delicious pleasure, like all good