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“I don’t believe it,” Ian gasped. “I just witnessed history in the making. Mellie, you’re the first woman I’ve ever heard say ‘no’ to the great and powerful Joshua Lars.”
Ian let out a loud laugh.
“Bite me, bro,” Joshua drawled in a low, sarcastic whisper. “Don’t believe him, Mellie. Ian’s a habitual liar.”
“I think you’re both just trying to rattle my chain.” I grinned.
“Oh, so you like chains, do you, princess?” Ian winked.
“No,” I lied with a roll of my eyes. “Are you two brothers or something?”
“No, we met, ahhh,” Ian stuttered. “Through some mutual friends a few years back.”
“He’s my brother from another mother,” Joshua smirked, then quickly sobered. “Hey, we’re going to sneak out of this soirée and grab a drink or something. I’ll see you this weekend.”
“You need a co-pilot to help pour the drinks?” Ian asked cryptically. I couldn’t miss his hopeful expression.
“Not tonight, bro. I’m flying solo,” Joshua replied with a shake of his head.
I felt my brows furrow. Seriously? Was I reading the gist of their conversation right? Was Ian asking to be a third in our pre-arranged sexcapade? My heart skipped a beat and a rush of arousal flooded my thong. Holy crap! They share women? The thought made my aching clit throb even more.
“Fuck, my luck sucks,” Ian groused with a grin as he slapped Joshua on the back. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t enjoy. It was a pleasure meeting you, Mellie. Oh, and if Joshua disappoints, give me a call.”
“Prick,” Joshua mumbled under his breath before wrapping his fingers around my elbow and gently pulling me to his side.
“I doubt you’ll be hearing from me, but it was nice meeting you, Ian,” I giggled as Joshua led me away.
“You’ll have to excuse him. He doesn’t have much of a filter,” Joshua whispered in my ear.
“It’s okay. I don’t shock easily,” I reassured him.
He winked, then ushered me toward the door leading to the rose garden. But before we could make our escape, our plans were thwarted by a group of adoring fans that converged around us. Joshua’s smile was warm, his voice calm and collected, but his fingers gripped my elbow tighter as a palpable tension vibrated between us. I wondered if being thrown back into the limelight made him uncomfortable, or if he was simply as anxious to get naked and start fucking as I was.
Christian chose that moment to make a toast. I almost laughed when Joshua issued a barely perceptible growl from the back of his throat. It was comforting to know I wasn’t the only one anxious to leave—or suffering raging hormone syndrome.
Like a quintessential gentleman, Joshua thanked Christian and his fans for their steadfast support and announced his hiatus was over. After Joshua promised to have additional exhibitions in the near future, the guests seemed placated enough for us to finally slip out the back door.
As soon as we stepped outside, Joshua spun me against his chest and crashed his lips down against mine in a hot and desperate kiss. Gripping my purse in one hand and the stunning work he’d given me in the other, I whimpered at my inability to slide my hands inside his tux jacket to feel the ridges and planes of his body. When he pressed his heated shaft against my sweltering pussy, I quickly gauged the size of his massive erection. The man might very well kill me, but oh hell yes, what a way to go.
His tongue swept inside my mouth, and passion erupted like a volcano. Squirming, Joshua trailed his tongue in a deviant path from my mouth, along my jaw, and down the column of my neck.
“I’m two seconds away from laying you on the ground and driving into your soft body, Mellie. We need to get out of here.”
“Where are we going?” I asked in a breathless whisper.
“Next door. My studio. I own the loft. It’s where I live,” he mumbled against my skin.
“What are we waiting for?” I asked with a lustful laugh.
“My lips don’t want to be apart from your sweet flesh that long.”
When he sunk his teeth into the lobe of my ear, I purred, “Take me here, or take me there. Right now, I don’t really care. But dammit, stop torturing me. I need to feel you.”
A low chuckle vibrated in his chest. “Sassy little minx, aren’t you?” Raising his head, he stared into my eyes. “I can fix that. Come on.”
Tucking his arm around my waist, he pulled me to his side before lifting my feet off the ground and racing past the padded bench.
“Here, you carry this,” I instructed, handing him the sculpture. “My hands are shaking so bad, I’m afraid I’m going to drop her.”
