About the Book
Series: Imperfect Love Kindle Worlds , 3
Author: Natasha Madison
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: June 6, 2017
Bradley Fitch has it all. A suave job, a gigantic trust fund, and an accent that makes panties drop faster than the speed of light. His new life in New York City is fast-paced and furious, but it's nothing a little getaway can't cure.
What says party and unwind like Las Vegas? Nothing. Plus, whatever happens there has to stay there.
When his best friend bails, he finds himself sitting on the plane next to his best friend's sister.
She’s off-limits—proverbial caution tape wrapped around her body. Of course, she’s also totally ball busting gorgeous.
Lexi Quinn fell in love with Bradley at eight years old and then vowed to kill him at eight and a half. What was supposed to be a romantic week away is turning into a nightmare. Her ex is actually married, her luggage is lost, and her reservation is cancelled. And she's sitting next to the man she swore to hate forever
One week. No strings attached. What is the worst that could happen?
It's all fun and games till this British bad boy gives new meaning to BBC and becomes a little bit too cheeky.
“We didn’t have sex,” I tell her as her eyes dart to mine with a look I can’t quite decipher.
“Oh. My. God! You didn’t want to have sex with me?” She looks almost more devastated at that thought than she did when she first saw the pictures. She grabs the top of her robe, clutching it in her fist to hold it closed just below her neck.
“Are you daft?” I blurt out before I can think the better of it. “Last night the farthest limits of my restraint were tested, love. It took everything I had in me not to take you up on what you were offering. Especially after you tried to do the Karate Kid kick.” I laugh as I recall it was at that moment I knew she was too far gone for anything to happen.
Her hands go straight to her face. “Okay, we can stop talking about this.” Her voice comes muffled through her hands. I take her hands from her face.
“It wasn’t that bad.” I try to tell her. “I was really impressed with how high you managed to kick.” I try to make light of it. “What really scared me was when you tried to do ninja moves in the elevator. Thank God, there wasn’t enough room for you to get a good running start. You were convinced you could run up the wall and do one of those flips.” I shake my head and chuckle at the memory of her running face first into the wall. I think it’s best if I leave that little detail out, though.
She mumbles under her breath as she groans and tosses her head back. “Why isn’t the ground opening and swallowing me up? Why am I not dead from acute humiliation?”
“It wasn’t as bad as you think.” I smirk at her.
“Are you insane?” She looks pointedly at me. “I did karate kicks and ninja moves, and then I tried to throw myself at you! It can’t get much worse than that, can it?”
“Well”—I smile with my lips closed—“it’s funny you say that...”
“Oh, just spit it out, Bradley.” She hisses.
“Well, you insisted upon stripping for me,” I start as she groans through the hand that is now covering her mouth. “And when you tried to kick off your shorts, they got a bit tangled up in your feet and you fell over, but you bounced right back up.” I try to hold back the laugh at the image of her in her thong and bra, yelling ‘Superstar!’ complete with the Mary Katherine Gallagher from Saturday Night Live skit pose. “Then you pushed me back into the bed and told me to ‘pull out that big British cock’ so you could take it for a ride, right before you crawled up over me, collapsed on top of me, and promptly passed out, love.”
She stares at me, her mouth hanging open in shock before she gets up and starts pacing. “I can’t even. I’m trying to remember, but nothing—nothing—is coming back to me.” She looks at me, mortification clear on her face. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry, Bradley. I can’t even imagine what you must be—”
“I kissed you,” I interrupt her. “So actually, it was me who started it.” I shrug as I continue. “I couldn’t take it, couldn’t go one more minute without having a taste of you.”
“You,” she stutters, “you wanted to kiss me?” she asks, confusion etched on her pretty face.
I walk over to her, cupping her face in my hands, and whisper, “I wanted to do a lot more than kiss you. I would have given my last breath to taste you just once.” I smile while my thumbs move on her cheeks. “Granted, I had no blood left in my brain to aid in the decision-making process since it was all in my cock.” I laugh. “But I walked around that club for four hours, harder than stone and ready to go. I almost went to the bathroom for a quick wank more than once.”
She puts her arms around my waist, bringing me closer. “I really wanted to see your naughty bits.”
Right as I’m about to take her mouth again, there is another knock on the door.
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