Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
“Were you scared?” he asks.
“Yeah. I was shitting it. But once I got there, it just slotted right back into place. Just like old times.”
Josh raises an eyebrow at me as he reaches for the sugar pot.
“And how about your client, did he slot right back into place? Was he a good one?”
“He was great.”
“How great?”
I take my drink from him with a thanks, and we stand opposite each other, both of us holding our mugs. So domesticated. And so different from drinking scotch with a random man in Canary Wharf earlier.
Or is it?
The tension radiates.
How great?
I know what Josh is referring to. The dirty sparkle in his eyes say it all.
I stare at my boyfriend through fresh eyes. Holly’s eyes. His black t-shirt is like a second skin on his ripped abs. His cargo pants are hanging low. Casual.
“Hmm, not great enough to go to sleep on…”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah, really.”
“Not keen to curl up for cuddles and Cake Baker? I’d tolerate at least one episode, if you wanted me to.”
I laugh out loud.
“Nah. I’ve watched enough Cake Baker for seventeen lifetimes. Time to concentrate on the things I’ve been missing.”
It makes no difference that I’ve just spent three hours getting fucked solid by a client out to vent his frustration on my body. I’m still like a bitch in heat now I’m back home with my crazy hot boyfriend.
“I love it when you come back from proposals horny as fuck,” he says.
“Have you missed it?”
“I’ve missed so many things about you, Ella. Having you rock back up and keen for more dick is only one of them. Call it a relief as much as anything.”
I grin as he takes off his t-shirt and tosses it aside.
“It’s good though, right? Me turning up desperate for more. Desperate for you.”
He pushes down his cargo pants. “Damn right it is.”
I reach for the zipper of my dress and free myself from the satin. Slowly. Shimmying it down my hips.
There is a certain kind of chemistry between us that’s been dormant since Cannes. Another sensation that comes back with a bang.
“Were you thinking about me and the filth I was getting up to tonight?” I ask him.
His green eyes are stunning. The way his lip curls into a smile is enough to drive me wild.
“Want the truth?”
“Always.”
“I spent most of the night worried sick about how you were doing, checking my phone every thirty seconds even though I had the volume set to maximum.”
That gives me butterflies.
I can imagine it. Josh would have been as scared as I was about me getting recognised and shit kicking off somewhere, but his fears would have run even deeper than mine. He’d have been scared about me being scared. Scared and alone.
“I was fine,” I tell him. “In fact, I was more than fine. I was having fun. Real fun.”
“I know. As soon as I got the D&S through, I waited for the review to come in.”
My heart lights up.
“You saw the review? Already?!”
“Yes, I saw the review. You smashed it. Holly is back in business.”
“Holly is clearly back, here and now. And she’s missed you.”
Screw the way I’m shimmying my satin dress off like I’m doing a strip tease, Josh steps in and takes over, tearing it straight down my legs. He drops to his knees and buries his face between my legs, sniffing my pussy through my soaking wet panties.
“Holly is clearly back, and leaking another man’s cum.” He teases my slit through the creamy lace, lapping at me with a pointed pierced tongue.
“He took my ass, too. I’m dripping from both holes,” I tell him. “He had two mega loads ready to blow for me.”
“Only two? What a lightweight,” he says.
“No, actually. I took a third load, right in the face.”
“Nice,” he says. “Guess I’m gonna have to fuck his cum right out of you.”
“Now you’re talking.”
Josh gets up from his knees to land his lips on mine, and that seals the deal. I’m insatiable as I rove my hands down his chest, moaning into his mouth as I take hold of his raging cock.
Not many women are lucky enough to have a man like Josh for a partner. Filthy and unashamed of it. Adoring, but not possessive. Alpha, but not a bully.
“I love you so much,” I whisper against his lips between kisses.
“Ditto,” he says, and I hitch myself up as he lifts me from the floor. My legs wrap around his waist, my arms around his shoulders as he walks us through to the bedroom.
Kisses, so many kisses, all of them filled with love.
Tumbling onto the bed together is like old times coming back to life. We’ve made love plenty of times since Cannes, but not like this. Not dirty fucking, with our primal nature to the fore.
I have a whole whirlwind of butterflies as he kisses his way down my neck to my lacy bra. I adore the heat of his breath through the lace as he samples a taste.