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“Guys, I have chips, dip, and booze,” Millie yells, getting Joshua and Cole’s attention. I’m not sure what man would turn down chips or booze, so to watch them actually jog over here is comical. And to think, all I said is that I needed a drink.
“We should play Never Have I Ever,” Amanda suggests, and my stomach turns instantly. Depending on the questions I may have to lie. Like if Amanda were to say “never have I ever had sex with a celebrity?” The answer is no, but I can’t tell anyone that. Amanda would ruin me. Her talons would come out and she’d scratch her way to my man.
“Sounds fun,” Gary replies as he sits down next to her and I want to gouge his eyes out because no, this isn’t fun.
Joshua sets up six red cups as our shot glasses and pours tequila in each of them. Cole slices enough lime to get us started. I’m thankful to whatever producer makes sure we have ample booze on hand because I’m going to need it to get through this game. I have a feeling I’m going to be the winner.
Once the cups are ready, Joshua sits back, putting his arm around me. I take advantage and lean in. I mean, why the hell not, right? He’s my husband so I should be entitled to touch him whenever I want. If someone would give him the memo on the rules of being married, I’d be forever in their debt.
Amanda perches on the edge of the couch, pushing her boobs out for Josh and Cole to see. I glance quickly at Josh to see where he’s looking and I’m met with a piercing stare. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s happy to be sitting next to me, but I do know better. He’s content and simply playing the game.
“Never have I ever. . .” Amanda looks at all of us, pushing her blonde hair off her shoulders before shrugging in her attempt to be cute. It’s not working for me, but maybe it does for Gary. “Touched my own boobs,” she giggles, but drinks, defeating the purpose of getting others drunk first.
“Stupid, that’s what self-breast exams are.” I lean over and lick the top of my hand and add the salt, slam my drink, and put the lime between my lips. “I hate this game already,” I mumble as the tequila burns my throat.
“My turn,” Millie says with far too much excitement. “Never have I ever been to a strip club.” She drinks, much to my shock, and gives a little shrug. “What? I’m a police officer, it’s a job hazard.”
“Okay.” Joshua and me are the only ones that don’t drink. “I’m happy you’re with me on that one,” I tell him as he suddenly downs his shot.
“My turn,” I blurt out, needing a break. I’m not a lightweight, but I haven’t eaten and I’m afraid that it won’t take long to turn me into a touchy feely unwanted wife. “Never have I ever had sex in public.” Only Amanda drinks, giving us all a break.
“Never, huh?” Joshua whispers to me. I shake my head and keep my eyes locked on anywhere but him.
“Never have I ever been arrested,” Joshua says, and this time it is just Gary who drinks.
“Do tell,” Cole blurts out.
Gary blushes but tells that one night in college he was dared to go streaking and ran in front of a police officer. Millie tells us she’s had to arrest a streaker before and it’s not fun.
“Never have I ever had drunken sex,” Cole says as he sits back, smiles, and watches the rest of us pound our shots. And here I thought I was the prude one in the group, but even I’ve done that.
Our game continues and turns fun. I’m up to seven shots, or maybe eight. My tongue is numb and my speech is somewhat sideways, not slurred, but I’m actually enjoying myself. Joshua’s hands have been roaming from my shoulder to my ear. His fingers play in my hair before he removes his arm and rests his hand on my bare thigh. His lips have touched my shoulder, my ear, and the back of my hand. He’s killing me slowly, but it’s worth it. It’s worth having the memories of what I could’ve had if he didn’t insist on living by his stupid rules.
“We should go to bed,” he whispers as his lips move from my ear to my neck. He doesn’t have to ask me twice.
I stand abruptly and announce that I’ve had enough. The fact that Josh laughs doesn’t help because the snide comments start from Cole and Gary. I want to yell out “be jealous, bitches,” but there really isn’t anything to be jealous of. We’ll kiss, he’ll tell me no, but hold me while I sleep and fight the tears.
As soon as we’re back inside the house, firm hands catch my hips and guide me toward the master suite. Joshua’s chest is pressed to my back as we walk awkwardly to our room. I could stop and ask him what’s going on, but the anticipation I’m feeling needs to be explored. I’m going to make a move once we’re behind the closed door.
I open the door and he slams it shut. A smile creeps across my face when I hear the lock slide into place. Turning to face him, I rake my eyes over his body. I step closer, bridging the gap between us, and trail my fingers over his skin. A slight giggle escapes when I see him react.
“Joey.” His voice is quiet, sexy.
My fingers find their way into his hair and his eyes close. Yes, the attraction is definitely there, he just needs to act on it. I wet my lips and place them on his chest, moving my way to his ear. “You’re my husband. I’m entitled,” I whisper as I tug lightly on his earlobe.
Joshua’s hands grip my hips as he growls. If that’s meant to discourage me, it’s not. I kiss along his jaw to his other ear where I flick my tongue and his hands respond by pulling me closer. His hand slides up my back until his fingertips are touching the clasp of my bikini.
My head is screaming,Yes, yes, yes. I’m winning.
I’m afraid to pull away and look into his eyes. I don’t want to see hesitation or regret. I trail my nose along his cheek and when my lips are in perfect position, I make my move. He has two options: let me kiss him like I did before, or push me away.
He chooses the former and plunges his tongue deep into my mouth, giving me what I’m asking for. I grip his hair tighter and grind my body against his. I’m pulled against him when he cups my ass earning a righteous moan. Joshua moves us toward the bed and I have to keep myself from pulling away and fist pumping out of happiness.
Everything about Joshua is just how I fantasized it would be. We don’t plop on the bed, but glide down gently. He never lets go and our mouths continue to work against each other. Part of me wishes this were being televised so his fans could see that he’s serious about me, but the other part is thankful this is being done in private so when he rejects me, only he can see my disappointment.
Joshua grinds his hips into mine making me gasp. He uses this moment to break away and lavish me with the most sensual kisses I have ever experienced. His hips move against mine as we rock into each other. My back arches when his tongue licks along the swell of my breasts. The tie of my bikini top falls away, the cool air making my nipples pucker. My hand moves the waistband of his shorts, pushing inside. He moans and I take that as a green light to continue. My hand moves up and down his shaft as my body teeters between reality and a stupid wet dream. In every fantasy I’ve had, we’ve done this, except we weren’t drunk.
Drunk.
