Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
He lurches forward and grabs hold of my behind. “Tash,” he
whispers into my neck.
I put the palm of my hand over the end of his shaft and pull him hard into it with my other hand, signifying hitting the inside end of me.
“Tash,” he whispers as he lurches forward, and I kiss him deeply again.
“Come for me, baby,” I whisper.
His eyes roll back in his head and he groans from his stomach as he comes in a rush into my hand. I smile a triumphant smile into our kiss, that’s it, that’s it. I keep gently stroking him to empty him completely as he kisses me tenderly. He rests his head into the crook of my neck as he breathes heavily, and I can feel his heart beating hard in his chest.
He lifts his head and looks at me and I smile. He kisses me again as he pushes the hair back from my face. His hands drop down my body. “Your turn,” he whispers.
I shake my head and pull back from his grip as I continue kissing him.
“This isn’t about turns, Josh,” I murmur through the kisses. “What’s it about?” he frowns.
“Love,” I smile as I kiss him again. “This is about love.” He smiles into my neck and cuddles me tightly.
“Remind me to comfort you from your nightmares more often,” he murmurs into my neck.
I laugh and shake my head as I open the shower door. “Get to bed, sex maniac.”
He smiles and smacks me hard on the ass as he brushes past me. “You know it, baby.”
Deja vu…Why, oh why, is it coming back to haunt me? I wish I was having it about Joshua telling me he loved me. But no, I am having it because I woke alone this morning. No note, no kiss, no goodbye. Just a memory of some intermittent tenderness last night…or did I dream that too? I am sitting in the cafeteria at the hospital where I work, it’s lunch time. My phone beeps a message and I look at the screen in hope. Jes, my heart drops.
Hi Doc,
Can we have dinner tonight?
I frown. I do not want to have dinner with you, Jes, I want to have dinner with Joshua. I type him a message.
Sorry, I can’t.
My gran is sick, and I am tied up at the moment.
I will call you in a few weeks.
A reply bounces back.
When?
I miss you.
I haven’t seen you for two weeks.
My stomach drops, he shouldn’t be missing me. We are just friends. I smile and text him back.
Call up short and slutty Barbie.
Take her for dinner
Unlike me, she will repay you with a blow job.
I smile as I imagine him reading it. A message bounces back.
Call me.
I laugh and drink my coffee. He really is gorgeous. Jes and I have become friends and, unlike the relationship between Joshua and me, it is just so uncomplicated. I don’t care if he sleeps with anyone else, I don’t want to go out with him, but I have an underlying affection for him. It’s strange. I have never had it before with any other male. Either I wanted them, or I didn’t, but with Jes it’s different. He makes me understand Abbie in a way I never have before. She has a deep affection for the men she dates but she is not in love with any of them, yet she cares for them and she has sex with them. Until I met Jesten, I could never understand that, but now I think I do. He makes me laugh and he calls me every couple of days, either with a dirty joke or to arrange coffee or something and, if he doesn’t call me, I do notice it … but it doesn’t bother me, weird.
Back to Mr. Stanton, did we have a moment last night or was that wishful thinking on my part? How did it go from him comforting me, to me jacking him off in the shower and then him being wrapped around me affectionately all night? He said before that he never stayed with me because he couldn’t say goodbye to me. Was that the case this morning or was he just dying to chew his arm off to get out of there without waking me up? I rub my hands over my face in frustration. Joshua Stanton, you are a total mindfuck… welcome back!
Joshua
It’s 7.30 am and I have been back from the gym for an hour. I am showered and ready for work. I sit at my computer in my hotel room as I plug my phone into it. I didn’t watch this yesterday because I didn’t want to see it before I went out with Natasha last night. I didn’t need further ammunition to weaken my resistance. On Saturday night, when we got back from the club and she was drunk, she made me film her while she danced for me. I press play.