The New Girl (Fantasy Heights) by Meg Silver Read Free Book Online Page A

does he keep saying that? I love it here.”
    “You can love it all you want, but you can’t know what it’s like for the rest of us, watching you be so aggressive and seductive and open and so terrifyingly corruptible and naive at the same time. You could get hurt very badly here, and never see it coming. None of us want that to happen.”
    She rested her head on his shoulder and thought about what he said. She had a sense of what he meant, and she supposed she had to concede his point. This was still all new to her, and there was still endless novelty and promise in the sexual delights she had yet to discover. There was a terrible innocence to her position. She was the proverbial blank slate, after all, and no one could ever guess the future.
    He said nothing more and they stayed there together in the hot tub until he hauled them both to the bed. Even as tired as she was, she held on to wakefulness until she felt the rise and fall of his chest come in smooth, even waves. Only then did she fall into a deep, dreamless sleep, the deepest she’d had since coming to Fantasy Heights.
    In the very early morning hours, his phone woke them both. He growled out a groan, stretching one long, muscular arm over to the nightstand while tightening the other around her.
    She heard a soft electronic note as he unlocked his screen. Then he answered the call with his own croaked surname. “Taylor.”
    Unable to avoid eavesdropping, she clearly heard a male voice say, “Sorry, man, but we need you on site today.”
    The voice went on, describing some problem or other. She lost the details when Josh closed his fingers around her right nipple and began to pull and pinch and twist, starting a wildfire in her pussy. Her hand went to his crotch, finding his cock scorching hot and stiff, pulsing a clear message.
    Without making a sound, she sleepily straddled him, rubbing her pussy against the tip of him. He dropped the phone and had to fumble after it, ringing off with a muttered, “I’ll be there soon as I can.”
    The phone slid off the bed and Josh showed himself to be nearly as arrogant as Thomas. He lay back, folding his hands behind his head, watching her, his eyes devouring every tiny move she made but not touching her, simply allowing her to ride his cock.
    Fine by her. She put on a good show for him, writhing and undulating in a slow, methodical rhythm. She let her hands wander, squeezing her breasts, torturing her nipples with extra hard pinches, and then snaking down between her legs to rub her clit.
    Beneath her, Josh moaned out a laugh. She rewarded him by picking up the pace and grinding his cock. The quickening began in earnest, and she could feel him growing hotter and hotter inside, already nearing climax.
    Legs quaking with effort and pleasure, she bounced on him, hard and relentless until he arched helplessly off the bed, spilling into her, hands coming out to clamp onto her hips. She thought she had control of him until that moment. He pressed down with his hands and up with his hips until she felt a stinging starburst of bottomless pleasure rend open inside, flooding her with sparkling, sizzling, agonizing sweetness.
    A lot of murmuring and deep breaths later, he untangled them and ordered her back to sleep. She was off until Monday. She was grateful for it when she woke later and felt the aftereffects of a long, steamy night with Josh Taylor. Her walk may have been a little ginger as she entered the offices to check the roster for Monday, to find out where she needed to be and at what time.
    A few steps shy of the lounge she heard a raised voice coming from Steph’s office. It was Steph she heard, shouting.
    Amanda froze where she stood, surprised. She was about to back away and get out of there before she heard something she shouldn’t when the muffled voices became clearer.
    “I don’t care,” Steph was complaining. “Even if you’re right and he’s just as messed up as you say, that still doesn’t mean