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Regardless of the fact we were in the process of making love, if I could have conveyed everything I wanted to tell him through looks alone, I’d have done it right then. What I felt for this man was insane, but sometimes sanity was overrated, and we needed the opposite to feel like we were living. That’s what he made me do. After years of feeling like I was just ‘living,’ I now felt alive because of Joshua.
He wasn’t exactly a small man in the penis department, so he was careful with his movements at the beginning, knowing I needed time to adjust to his girth. I had obviously read romances where the women described feeling full, but I’d never experienced it myself until him. It felt like he was stretching me in the most delicious way, something that made me come hard every time—something else I’d thought was a myth.
Gripping his waist between my thighs, I raised my hips and tilted my pelvis, so each stroke skimmed across that place inside of me that soon had me climbing toward another orgasm.
“I feel it. Get there, baby.”
Pushing his hand between my back and the mattress, he lifted me higher into each thrust. I hadn’t realized I was as close to coming as I was until I felt all of the muscles in my lower abdomen tighten, and the explosion hit me soon after. Lowering his head down to kiss me, Joshua grunted into my mouth, signaling that he was following me over the edge into the abyss.
As he rocked back and forth, his movements now slow and with less power behind them, I tightened my limbs around him and pressed my face into his neck, never wanting this moment to end. I knew it had to, I wasn’t living in a deluded fantasy world. But if I could have stopped time, I would have, just to have the feeling of being safe, surrounded, and cared for a while longer.
Almost like he could read my mind, Joshua whispered, “Everything’s going to be okay, I promise.”
In my hazy state, I found comfort in the words, but if I’d been thinking normally and rationally, they probably would have warned me that something was coming that I wasn’t expecting. Unfortunately, I wouldn’t realize that until it happened.
Chapter Five
JOSHUA
ONE WEEK LATER…
I hadn’t seen Eva for three days because shit hit the fan in the club. The longer it dragged on, the more irate I was becoming.
“Okay, Mr. Reagan, I think we’ve got everything we need from you,” Officer Thompson said as he stood up and held his hand out.
Shaking it, I glanced at the screen of my phone, which had been going crazy for the last twenty minutes with calls and texts from Harry.
“Thank you for your help with all of this, Officer.”
“No need to thank me. We’ll be in touch as soon as we finish questioning them and have some updates for you,” he said over his shoulder as he walked out of my office.
Knowing Ashton, the manager of Shingle, would show him out, I sat back down behind my desk and pressed my hands into my eyes to try and stop the headache that just wouldn’t quit.
I’d come in on Tuesday after I’d spent the night at Eva’s to find some of the day staff restraining five men who’d come into the club to “collect.” While we waited for the police to arrive, we discovered that three of my team had been stealing alcohol and stock for the guys, who were selling it off at a significant profit.
Somehow, the three working for me, one woman and two men, had also gotten into debt with them, so the assholes had come to cause some damage to scare them into paying up. At the same time, Asher had discovered we were down almost eight hundred dollars from the night before, and it’d all merged into one massive shit storm.
After the police had arrested and removed the men, they’d gone to pick up the three Shingle workers to question them about the incident and the missing money. As there wasn’t any evidence, we had to go through weeks of security footage to get proof of the stock theft, and we’d also found evidence for the money.
It hadn’t been as straightforward as watching it and seeing them pick it up and walk away on our screens like they did in the movies. No, we’d had to play and rewind it multiple times until we could isolate the time and dates when they’d walked out of the stock room with bottles hidden in hoodies, uniforms, and garbage. Fortunately, we had high-quality footage, otherwise, we likely wouldn’t ever have been able to see the outlines of it all.
We had hours of video footage that I’d handed over to the police. The idiots had even used our garbage bags, semi-transparent ones with a recycling logo on the side of them for the paper and cardboard waste only, which showed them carrying multiple bottles at a time.
It was a pain in the ass. Sure, we were insured, but it left a bitter taste in my mouth that some of the people I’d trusted had done this to the club.
That wasn’t the only thing leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. Picking up my phone, I braced myself for what Harry had said.
H: She has a storage place. Did you know?
H: Am sending you the location.
H: We need to go and see it.
Glancing at the clock, I tried to recall what hours Eva was working today, but I was so tired, and frankly so fucking over all of the shit going on, that I couldn’t do it.
Just then, my phone rang, and his name popped up on the screen. I’d blame my stupidity for not texting her to double-check on exhaustion and a pissy mood. It wasn’t a lie, but even then, I should have just done it. It would have saved me going into another messy fuck up blind and unprepared.
Snatching my car keys up off the desk, I walked out with my phone pressed against my ear.
