Fallen Angel (Club Burlesque) by Logan Belle Read Free Book Online Page B

Then, his movements quickened and shortened to hard thrusts, and she knew he was close to coming. He pressed his finger inside her ass, and her pussy convulsed in waves.
    “Oh, my God,” she said, clutching his back. His thrusts grew harder, animalistic in their intensity, and then he cried out. Her pussy clenched against his cock over and over, the waves of pleasure overtaking her.
    When he pulled out, her pussy still throbbed slightly, as if reluctant to let go of the orgasm. Breathless, they lay side by side, and he pulled her closer so she could rest her head in the crook of his arm. She looked at his profile, his flushed cheeks and strong nose, and marveled at his beauty. There was an adage that before sex, men aren’t thinking clearly, and after sex, women aren’t thinking clearly. She wondered if that was true, because in that moment, all she could think was that she was madly in love.

5
    T he line inside City Bakery stretched from the register almost back to the farthest reaches of the buffet. Mallory, Julie, and Allison quickly broke off strategically: Julie would snag a table upstairs, Mallory would get the baked goods, and Allison would buy the “real food” they felt compelled to eat along with the shop’s signature pretzel-croissants and zucchini chocolate cake.
    “This place reminds me of the dorm,” Julie said. Their coordinated efforts landed them a prime spot on the upper level, with three trays heaped with food, coffee, and hot chocolate.
    “If Penn had served food like this it might actually have been worth the fortune in tuition,” Allison said.
    “Don’t knock the old alma mater,” said Mallory.
    “Says the only Ivy League–educated burlesque star on the planet.”
    “For your information, not only am I not the only Ivy League burlesque star on the planet, but I’m not even the only Ivy burlesquer in New York.”
    Allison shook her head. “Then they really are charging too much for tuition.”
    Mallory threw a straw at her. Julie laughed, covering her full mouth with her hand. And that’s when they saw it.
    “Um, excuuuse me—what is that giant object weighing down your ring finger?” Allison said.
    “I’m blinded!” Mallory jumped up and hugged her oldest friend.
    Why had she not noticed it as soon as she walked in? Julie was glowing. I’m too wrapped up in all this crap with Alec, that’s why.
    “Jonathan proposed last night. I was dying to tell you guys, but I knew if I just waited twelve hours I could tell you in person.” She looked at her ring as if seeing it for the first time.
    “Where did it happen?”
    “Oh, my God, it was so romantic. We went to the Shake Shack in Madison Square Park, waited on line for like forty-five minutes, then took our stuff to a bench near the Fifth Avenue side. And we were just sitting there eating, and there were pigeons kind of milling around waiting for scraps of food. And so Jonathan got down on one knee, and I swear I thought he was feeding the pigeons or doing something like that, and the next thing you know he was holding out this gorgeous ring and asking me to marry him! And it was just like in a movie—after I said yes and was hugging him, the people on the bench across from us started clapping.”
    “Julie, I’m so happy for you.” Mallory said. And she was. But she couldn’t help but think that while Julie’s boyfriend was proposing marriage, she had been trying to figure out if her boyfriend was still trying to get other women into bed with them. And sure, she and Alec had had many laughs about how “vanilla” Jonathan was. But Julie didn’t seem to be complaining.
    A child shrieked at the table next to them.
    “Ugh, there are too many babies here.” Allison made a face.
    “Allison!” Julie said.
    “What?”
    “I knew it: you guys are totally going to ditch me when I move to Westchester.”
    “You just got engaged last night, and already you’re moving to Westchester?” Mallory said.
    “For the record, we