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“If we stopped to fool around every time you turn me on…”
He groans. “Promises, promises.”
Josh suddenly rolls us, so that I’m pinned beneath him in the sheets. I writhe against him, loving the solid weight of his body as his fingers move more surely now, touching me so perfect, until I’m a gasping mess of sensation. “Please…” I whimper softly.
“Is that a ‘please stop, so we can go meet the others?” he teases, sliding one finger inside me.
I throw my head back and moan, louder now. “Josh…”
“Maybe it’s a ‘please, keep touching me slowly, just like that…”
He adds another finger, flexing now, and I gasp, clenching around him, eager for more. God, I love how he knows exactly how to drive me crazy, sending me to the precipice of pleasure, that sweet, thick rub hitting inside me just right.
“Baby,” I gasp, and I feel the tension coiling deep inside. “Oh god?—”
Josh groans. “I could watch you like this forever,” he curses, eyes dark above me. And then he claims my mouth, kissing me deeply, his fingers still working, pulsing,fuck.
I come apart, pleasure rippling sweetly through my body, but of course it’s not enough for him.
I love how it’s never enough.
Josh parts my thighs, spreading them wider with a possessive grip.
“You want me to make it quick?” he teases, positioning his cock against me. “Since you’re so worried about being late…”
I shake my head, flushed and reeling, because coherent thought is definitely not on the menu right now. “More,” I gasp. “Now.Please.”
“Anything for you, sweetheart.” Josh leans down, and kisses me softly. Sweet, and tender. Full of gentle promise.
And then he fucks me into next week.
“You’re early!”
Ivy greets us at the door of Reeve’s old place in Hollywood, looking flustered.
“Sorry, there wasn’t any line at Portos,” I reply, hoisting paper bags of goodies. “Which never happens. Is it OK?”
“Fine!” she blurts, wide-eyed from behind her square-rimmed glasses. “Just… you’ll see.”
She disappears into the house again.
“Early?” Josh repeats in my ear, draping an arm around my shoulders as we head inside. “What happened to, we’re running out of time, and need to be quick?”
“You take any deadline as a challenge to…distractme.” I reply with a smirk. “I automatically add an extra half-hour now any time I tell you we’re supposed to be somewhere.”
He chuckles, low and smoldering. “See, now you’ve told me that, I’ll just take my time.”
I feel a happy shiver. The things this man can do with an extra ten minutes… “Good.”
We follow Ivy inside, and now I get why she looks so frazzled. They have a tenant moving in on Monday, but the place is still a bomb-site of half-empty packing crates, mounds of clothing, and random piles of DVD boxes and junk. We pick our way carefully through the debris, to the kitchen – which is just as messy. Reeve and Lottie are ransacking the cabinet drawers, tossing things in random boxes, still dressed in their pajamas.
“Rusted forks?” Lottie asks, holding them up.
“Junk!” Reeve declares.
“How do you still even have all this stuff here?” I ask, looking around at the chaos. “Reeve, you said you already moved!”
“I did. Kind of. Apparently not. Mini-waffle-maker?” he offers.
