Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 132464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Josh knocks again. “Kat?” he yells through the door.
“Hang on!” I yell. “Don’t forget,” I say to Bridgette. “You’re only allowed to touch yourself and me, but—”
“Not Josh,” Bridgette interrupts. “Yes, yes, you’ve made that perfectly clear. I’m a hooker, you’re my client, and Josh is your client—you’ve already told me all that. Trust me, I have no desire to touch that asshole ever again. I’m here for no other reason than I want to fuck you, plain and simple—so let that kinky bastard in so I can finally get my hands on you.”
“Before I let him in the room, I’m gonna talk to him at the door for a minute, just me and him.”
Bridgette looks at me suspiciously.
“We’re not gonna ditch you, I promise.”
“I’ll give you five minutes, and if you don’t come back into the room by then, I’m outta here.”
I open the door and quickly slip my body in front of it, keeping it open just a tad with my backside.
Josh’s eyes instantly blaze at the sight of me. “Please answer the door dressed like this every fucking time.” He sweeps me into his arms and devours me with a passionate kiss. “Oh God, I’ve missed you. I was such a prick to you this week—forgive me.” He takes my face in his palms and kisses me again. “I felt like I was dying without you all week long.”
Oh God, I wanna tell him I love him. I’m aching to say the words, physically aching. “I’ve been in pain without you,” I mumble into his lips, my heart racing.
“I can’t live without you, baby,” he replies, kissing me furiously. “I...” He pauses and every hair on my body stands on end. “I...”
I hold my breath. This is it. I can feel it.
“I can’t live without you,” he finally says.
Oh, well, not what I was hoping for, but I can’t complain. I run my hands through his hair and kiss him passionately, pushing my pelvis into his hard-on.
Josh breaks away from kissing me and cranes his neck, obviously trying to look through the small gap in the door. “Why are we standing at the door?” he asks.
Oh yeah. Bridgette. When all the blood in my brain whooshed into my crotch, I instantly forgot all about the supermodel on the other side of the door.
“We’re standing at the door because I have a surprise for you,” I reply.
Josh cranes his neck to look past me again, but the crack in the door is too narrow for him to see inside. “I got your note,” he breathes, his voice brimming with excitement. “You said you’re gonna be my window tonight?” Josh looks like he’s literally holding his breath.
“Yeah,” I say. “I’m your window—and I’ve invited someone quite lovely to be our window dressing.”
Josh’s eyes blaze.
Oh, wow. The look of arousal on his face is making my clit zing.
“Tonight’s all about you, babe,” I purr, pulling away from him and stroking the hard bulge in his pants. “You’ve delivered all my fantasies to me, one after another on a silver platter, and now it’s time for me to return the favor.” Josh’s erection jolts under the fabric of his pants. “Tonight, I’m gonna give you what turns you on the most, baby—no holds barred.”
“You’re what turns me on the most,” he says softly, kissing my neck.
Damn, he’s good. “Well, then,” I say, “I’m gonna give you what turns you on the second most.” I press the entire length of my body against his. “I wanna do it this time, babe—I really do. This isn’t reverse psychology, I promise. All I wanna do is turn you on and let your sick fuck run amok.”
Josh eyes me, obviously not completely convinced of my sincerity.
“I’m serious, babe. I want you to enjoy this without reservation—and so will I. Whatever gets you off, whatever it is, you can always tell me and show me and do it to me or with me, and I promise I’ll never ride off on a polo pony with a guy wearing an ascot.”
The look on Josh’s face is priceless. I can’t imagine he’d look any more touched if I’d just said, “I love you.”
“As long as you don’t touch her—same as before,” I caution. “That’s the only rule.”
Josh nods, his eyes smoldering.
“So is that a yes? Are you in, my beautiful sick fuck?” I ask.
Josh nods. “I’m in.”
“Excellent.” I grab Josh’s hand and begin pulling him through the door.
“Wait a sec,” he says, dropping my hand.
I stop and stare at him, but he doesn’t speak further. “What?” I finally ask.
“I... ” he begins.
Oh my God, my Scooby Doo senses tell me he’s about to tell me he loves me. It’s on the tip of his luscious tongue—I know it. I can practically hear the words rattling around in his head like gumballs in a chute.