Page 16 of Off-Limits Silver Fox Billionaire

I gasped because the rush of pleasure that zapped through me was intense.

I couldn’t remember the last time I did anything like this.

A soft groan escaped me when I imagined Josh walking into my room. His deep green eyes would go intense when he looked at me, his lips would purse, and I would hear him drag in a deep breath.

Remembering the deep baritone of his voice made me tremble. The waves of my ecstasy spiked higher, and I increased the pressure of my fingertip on my clit.

Another moan left my lips. The air in the room heated up and every nerve in me sprang into action, elevating my senses to the point where all I could do was pant and crave my release.

My strokes continued, my climax peaked, and my toes curled into the sheets on my bed. I remembered the feel of Josh's lips on my skin. His tongue had danced over my erect nipple till I begged for him to stop his torture and take me.

That night had been wild. He made love to me in the shower, then carried me to the bed, spread my legs and buried himself deep inside me till I was pinned to his bed, my wet body sinking flat into the mattress.

My thumb flickered over the swollen nub between my thighs, and I climaxed hard in that second. My hips rolled on the bed, I writhed my legs and pressed my lips together so I didn’t moan out loud for anyone else to hear.

It took seconds for my pulse to return to normal rhythm. When it did, I opened my eyes and stared at my room’s ceiling. My skin was damp, my thighs wet with my essence. I swallowed hard and rolled over to my side so I could close my eyes.

I fell asleep with thoughts of Josh on my mind, and my muscles relaxed into a sated state. However, the relief didn’t last long because I woke up in the middle of the night, sweaty and aroused from the dream I had of Josh.

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At the marketthe next afternoon, I was picking out the items on the list Allison gave me when I saw Josh's Chevy truck parked in front of a fruit stand. I turned away from him before he could notice me, and my heart did a wild deep dive into my chest.

He always had this effect on me, and I didn’t think there was a way to escape it now. I pretended not to know he was standing on the opposite side of the street as I continued picking the items I needed into a cart.

After paying with cash, I gathered the bags and headed towards my car parked just behind his. Josh wasn’t anywhere in sight when I got to my car and put my bags in the back seat, but when I closed the door and turned, he was standing behind me.

“Holy ….” I gasped, and my right hand moved to my chest. “You scared the crap out of me,” I complained as a frown crept up my face.

“That’s because you were trying to run from me. I hate it when you do that. It only makes me crave you more.”

His accusation made me flush. “What … I wasn’t trying to run,” I lied, and felt heat pool at the back of my neck. The memory of what I did last night while thinking of him flashed in my mind. The picture that seared my thoughts worsened the heat flooding me as I stood in front of him.

“Did you get what you need?” he asked as he pushed his hands into the pocket of his jeans.

“Yes,” I answered. “It was just a few baking items and Allison prefers to get them here at the local market.” I folded my hands over my chest and asked. “What about you? What did you come to get?”

“Art supplies,” he answered.

“Art supplies?” I queried.

Josh nodded. “I own an art store on Kalakaua Avenue.”

“Isn’t that where your hotel is?”

“One of my hotels, yes,” he replied, then grinned.

Right.Not like I could forget, Josh Sanders was one of the richest men on the island. His influence was also far spread as he had a chain of investments here.

“I’d like to see some of your paintings,” I said with genuine interest. Iris had mentioned once that he spent most of his time in a room where he produced his art, but I had never seen anything he painted before, and I didn’t even think it was anything other than a hobby.

“It’s more of life art,” he said. “I like to depict messages in them. For example, I could show how much love a woman has with a painting or show the suffering of a person through it too. There’s a lot to depict so it takes time to create a work to be sold. I paint because it soothes me, not because I’m interested in the marketing publicity.”

“But you don’t sell them, do you? Like, are you a certified artist who has numerous works out there under some alias?”

Josh shook his head. “My art gallery is just for those who love art to come to appreciate what I have. I’ve never sold out anything that I painted from there to anyone, but I do sell other art pieces I buy or collect.”

“Woah … That’s amazing,” I commented.

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