Page 62 of The Naughty Week
“I know things must be crazy for you, Heath, being a huge celebrity and all that, but I’m sure Josh is right. We can keep it low key.”
He looks right at me. “I hope so, because there’s no way I’ll be able to watch you walk out of the door without me. It would be too fucking hard.”
“What’s that?” Josh asks, arriving back at our side of the pool.
I can hardly contain my excitement.
“Heath says he’s coming with us tonight! He’s coming out in Cannes with us!”
Josh is straight over to the steps, not bothering to towel himself off before he races over and launches himself on top of Heath on the lounger. He peppers his cheek with wet kisses, and Heath laughs with aneasy, tiger!But Josh doesn’t go easy. His cheek kisses turn to lip kisses, his smile beaming as he brushes our client’s hair away from his face and looks him straight in the eyes.
“I knew you could do it. I’m so proud of you,Heathy baby.”
“Fuck off,” Heath groans. “It’s not a scout’s award, Josh. I just said I’m heading out for a meal.”
“And a club. You are coming to the club, aren’t you? If you think we’re gonna wave you off in a cab while we hit the party scene, you’re going to have to wrestle us away from you before you go.”
“We’ll see,” Heath says, then lands a kiss on my boyfriend’s mouth. “No promises.”
“Sure. No promises. Cool, ok, whatever.”
Josh grinds against Heath, cocks clearly straining through their swimming shorts, and Heath moans, urging Josh on a little until he pushes him off with afuck.
“What?” Josh asks, as Heath gets up from the lounger.
Yeah, his dick is hard. Really fucking hard.
“Hold off,” Heath says. “I have things to do first.”
“Things that trump getting your cock out?” Josh laughs. “They must be high priority.”
I want to play with the pair of them myself, right fucking now, but Heath holds up a hand.
“Since I’m now coming along, I have someamendmentsto make. Urgent ones.”
“To the booking? That’s cool,” Josh says. “We’ll go wherever you want. No problem.”
Heath shakes his head, a smile lighting up his gorgeous face.
“No, my darling curvas. The locations can stay as they are, I’ll just add a plus one online. I’m about to amend the proposal.”
The proposal.
My heart races.
“Don’t even ask,” Heath says and raises a finger before I start to quiz him. “You only have yourselves to blame for this. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
I sure hope his warning is as ominous as it sounds.
I’ll be ready for it.
The atmosphere is buzzing beyond belief as we get ready together. So much for Heath binding his hair up under a cap and hiding behind sunglasses. He’s gone all out for the occasion. His hair is sleek and smooth, hanging perfectly down his back, and he’s suited and booted like a dream. Black suit, white shirt, and a dark burgundy bow tie symbolic of the Count. Josh is wearing a black suit and purple tie, looking gorgeous with the purple streak in his hair on display, and as for me?
I’ve gone all out to impress both my client and my adoring boyfriend.
I’ve chosen my red satin number, figure hugging, with drapes to the floor and a lovely long split to my thigh. I have stilettos that complement it perfectly, and black elbow length gloves that accentuate my gothic makeup just so. Yeah, this will cut it in Cannes. At least, I hope so.
We are one hell of a trio when we get into the back of the cab together. I’m between the two guys and feel Heath take a deep breath when we leave his drive. He really is out of his comfort zone, no doubt about that.
