Dinner and a Movie

By S.D. Grady

There’s only one dish on Liam’s menu tonight—Miss Bernie Watkins. After devouring the entrée, he dismisses the dessert cart in favor of snacking on her delectable generous curves at the local movie theatre. Stunned by Liam’s displays of passion, Miss Bernie discovers her inner wanton and beauty.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Purple Sword Publications
• Release date: Nov 20, 2011
• ISBN: 9781612920146

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Dinner and a Movie

S.D. Grady

Published by Purple Sword Publications, LLC at Smashwords

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are fictitious in every regard. Any similarities to actual events and persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Any trademarks, service marks, product names, or named features are assumed to be the property of their respective owners, and are used only for reference. There is no implied endorsement if any of these terms are used. Except for review purposes, the reproduction of this book in whole or part, electronically or mechanically, constitutes a copyright violation.

DINNER AND A MOVIE

Copyright © 2011 S.D. GRADY

ISBN 978-1-61292-014-6

Cover Art Designed By Dawné Dominique

Edited By Traci Markou

Stop and Look Twice

Liam rolled to a stop right behind the shiny, fat ass of a 2010 Chevy Camaro. Under the amber glow of the city, the maroon paint glistened. The taillights dulled as it pulled away when the light changed. Damn, he always wanted one of those—some hot little sports car, with a motor able to leave anybody in the dust. He revved his pale blue Volvo and grimaced. Maybe he didn’t drive a muscle car, but he could still dream.

He pulled up by the Camaro at the next light. The blue circles of the dash glowed from the interior. The dark shadow of the driver, a woman, swayed back and forth. She flipped her hair in time to the music…his music, he realized. He spun the knob on his radio and let the thump and twang of Brad Paisley take the fantasy to the next level, her shoulders continuing to move with the rhythm.

In his mind she would be tall, slim with plump cherry red lips. There would be no talking, just hard, fast sex on the hood of her car. Five inch heels and a tight leather skirt wouldn’t hurt, either.

He shifted in his seat, adjusting his cock, until the magic popped in his brain. Who was he fooling? The driver wouldn’t be his dream girl. She would take a look at his athletic, 6’2" build, conservative haircut, tasteful suit of pin-striped black and peg him for money and her next sugar daddy. He loosened his grip on the wheel and sighed.

Stifled, he rolled down his windows. The warm, summer breeze wafted into the car. He checked his mirrors and paused when he noticed five long fingers with nicely manicured nails flick a butt out the window of the Camaro. Slim and sexy…damn.

Her elbow rested on the door while she played with curly, red-brown locks. A pretty chin, he allowed. And even from here he could see the generous swell of her breasts. She was tall and full of curves. Perhaps not so far from that dream girl, after all.

The song ended and segued into something slow and mournful.

She checked her mirror, giving Liam a better view of full cheeks and long lashes. Eye color? He chuckled. Why would he