Page 54 of Consummation

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’rewhat 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 thesecondmost.” 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 tome 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.

“What?” I whisper fiercely. “Whatever it is, just say it.” I pinch the width of Josh’s face between my fingers and thumb and squeeze, making his lips pucker like he’s a blowfish. “Say it,” I say, squeezing Josh’s cheeks, trying to physically coax the words out of him.

Josh bats my hand away, chuckling. “What the fuck are you doing?”

But I’m not laughing. I feel like a woman possessed. “Say it,” I coax. “Please,Josh.”

Josh’s eyes drift to the gap in the door. “Now’s not the time for chitchat.” He kisses me, pressing his hard bulge into me again. “I can’t think straight right now, babe—you’ve got me too wound up, talking about windows and shit.” He grins. “All I wanna do is fuck my beautiful window and make her come.”

“Well, who doesn’t?” I say. “The line forms behind the hot blonde inside the suite.”

Josh’s eyes flicker. “Is she a hooker?”

I bite my lower lip. “It’s Bridgette again.”

“What? Bridgette? Fuck, Kat.No.”

“Yeah, she graciously flew up to Seattle to fuck me for your viewing pleasure.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Come on, Kat.”

I shrug.

“Kat, notBridgette.” Josh takes a step back. “How the fuck did you even convince her to—”

“I paid her.”

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