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He hoped “a productive direction” was code for between her thighs.
She shook her head as if to clear it. “Have you tried journaling?”
Josh’s head snapped back and he blinked stupidly. “I’m sorry. It sounded like you said journaling.”
“I did. You should use all of your erotic energy as fuel for next week’s scenes.”
“Oh. Yeah. That’s the plan.” Just because he’d never attempted to produce something academic with his sex drive before didn’t mean he would fail. The fact that he’d never written anything longer than an email wasn’t a bad sign. He’d take all of his pent-up lust, all these inexhaustible urges and he’d . . . package them. Make them neat and useful instead of messy and maddening.
When they finally made it to the checkout counter, Clara placed their purchases into designated rows for the manager.
The tall woman with a pink Mohawk totaled them up, including the promised thirty percent discount, and handed over an impressive number of bags. “If you don’t mind me asking, is all this stuff for business or pleasure?”
Clara blushed. “I guess you could say our business is pleasure.”
As soon as they got home, Josh was going to lock himself in his bedroom and journal until his hand fell off.
chapter nineteen
CLARA HAD INTENTIONALLY put on the least sexy sleepwear she owned in an effort to smother the inferno of her libido. Even though she normally wore cozy, rather than alluring, sleep sets, this evening she’d gone so far as to wear a pair of extra-large men’s pajamas she’d ordered by accident last Christmas. She looked ridiculous, like the ghost of her great-grandfather had spit plaid all over her, but she didn’t care. At least these pj’s didn’t antagonize her carnal thoughts.
For the umpteenth time in the last hour, her eyes jumped from her computer screen on the coffee table to Josh’s closed bedroom door. Behind that thin strip of wood, she knew he was writing X-rated fantasies. All the moisture in her mouth relocated below her waist.
Going to that sex shop was a mistake. Watching Josh select items for their project with authority and expertise fired off a thousand pleasure sensors in her brain. She tugged her top away from her heated skin. Cotton wasn’t as breathable as the manufacturers claimed.
In order to complete her to-do list for the evening, she needed to secure a domain name. Unfortunately, she, Josh, and Naomi still hadn’t agreed on what to call the project. LadyBoners.com and Orgasms4All .org, Josh’s latest suggestions, didn’t exactly roll off the tongue.
The man of the hour opened his door. “Hey.” He had a worn black notebook in his hands.
“Hi.” Clara crossed her legs. “How’s it going in there?”
“It’s going all right.” He pointed the open notebook in her direction and fanned through several pages full of his dark, spiky handwriting. “Once I got started it turned out I had a lot to say.”
Clara swallowed hard. “I can imagine.” So many things. A million Josh fantasies played on loop in her mind. She needed some kind of anti-libido medication. Or a therapist. Probably both.
Josh descended onto the sofa beside her. Close enough for her to feel the heat rolling off his body. She gritted her teeth to keep from inhaling his scent.
“The trouble is, I can’t tell if any of it is good or if I’m dribbling garbage across the page.”
“Do you want me to take a look?”
“Actually, I was thinking maybe I could read it to you?” His voice held a hint of insecurity. “Since it’s supposed to be delivered as narration.” Josh ruffled the fluff of curls in front of his eyes. “Unless that’s weird? Since it’s sexy. I could always call Naomi.”
“No.” She shoved her computer under the coffee table and faced Josh with her legs tucked together in front of her. “I can listen.”
“Oh, okay. Great. So it’s a part of the introductory series. For partners who are getting to know each other sexually and figuring out what works. I thought that rather than diving right in, the woman, the performer in our case, could show her partner how she pleasures herself. Help them get a sense of where she likes to be touched and with how much pressure.”
“That sounds smart.” Clara forced herself to look away from his mouth. Damn it. She wanted him bad.
“Okay. I’ll start then?”
“No time like the present.” She steeled herself. No one ever died from an overdose of desire.
“Begin by helping your partner get in the mood.” Josh altered his pronunciation slightly so that his syllables came out with more authority than his average speaking voice. He poured the magic of his charisma across the innocent words, making them smoky and tempting. “Ask her to describe one of her favorite fantasies. As she gets comfortable, encourage her to touch the parts of her body that become stimulated by the story.”
Josh lowered the notebook as Clara ran her hand up and down her thigh. “What do you think of that exercise? Heather, one of Naomi’s friends from Cal State who’s a certified sex therapist, suggested it.”
Her tongue felt big in her mouth. “I think it’s good. And the tone you’re using, deep and slow. That’s good too. It’s sexy but not over the top.”
