Page 46 of Just Joshing
"Sorry," I bumped Josh, getting back into position. "Thanks for that."
The day dragged on and any hope I may have had of doing my groceries or relaxing or catching up on work or Netflix was quickly squashed when a caterer appeared, setting up an elaborate picnic scene outside.
Finally, when the sun sat low in the sky and the shadows were long, Bess and Pete called it a day. We all trooped off while they headed back to their apartment for a couples' shoot.
"When I get married," Josh said, pulling out his mobile to order us a car. "It's going to be a small intimate wedding. And I'm not subjecting anyone to photos outside of the wedding day."
"What if your future wife wants something like this?" I teased, gesturing at the exhausted wedding party. "She might want to do a five-hundred-person wedding with a twelve-tier cake and horse drawn carriage."
"Do you?" He gave me a hot look.
Heat flushed my cheeks. "No."
"Happy with an intimate wedding?"
The blush deepened. "Yes."
He watched me for a moment, raw desire darkening his features. "Honeymoon?"
"Somewhere warm," I whispered, feeling my body sway towards his. "With a place to swim."
"Wedding at your winery, honeymoon somewhere we can walk around naked. Got it."
A car pulled into the curb. Josh checked his phone, then nodded. "This is us." He held the door open, letting me slide in first.
"Where t-" The driver gasped. "Mr. Greenfeld! Sir!"
What were the odds that we'd landed back in New Jersey actors' car? About a million to one I guessed.
"Mr. Greenfeld, I took your advice. I got a role! It's a walk on in a SVU crime show. Even got some lines and everything." He held up a hand for a high-five.
We both slapped his palm, offering our congratulations. He pulled out into traffic gifting us with a blow-by-blow of the audition process. We arrived at my apartment, bidding farewell to the driver.
Hands tucked into pockets, Josh stood staring up at my apartment building, a small frown on his face.
"What?" I asked.
"You don't suit this place." He nodded up. "It's too soulless for you."
I chuckled, "try and tell my parents that."
"I put an offer on the brownstone."
My heart leapt into my throat. "Good." I whispered, feeling a small fire warm my blood. "I like it."
"You wanna move in?"
I laughed. "No. But thank you for the offer."
"Don't worry," he winked. "I'm not above using my library to seduce you."
I laughed, then gasped as he wrapped me up, pulling me close. He bent his head, pausing a fraction away from my lips.
"Tell me you don't want this," he whispered.
My heart skipped, "I want it."
His lips met mine. He tasted like sunshine and spice. I whimpered, letting him deepen the kiss. Need thrummed through me, deliciously painful and achingly persistent, pooling low and deep. My fingers clutched at his coat, pulling him closer. His hands shifted, settling on my hips, slowly easing us both back.
