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“Oh. Oh. Oh!” Candy moaned.
I didn’t want to imagine what Josh was doing, but I couldn’t help it. Not with the action just two steps away.
“Wait. This way.” Josh stepped toward the curtain. I couldn’t see him, but my sixth sense told me so.
Nash went flat against the wall and pulled me close, my back to his chest. Not the place I wanted to be, but we had no choice.
Another zipper unzipped — Josh’s fly? — and something struck the curtain, then fell away. Candy’s underwear?
“Oh, baby…” Josh groaned.
Pippa liked to joke that sex was like softball — more fun to do than to watch. And while I wasn’t watching, my other senses filled me in on exactly what was going on. The rocking of hips. The muffled slap of Josh’s balls. The scratch of Candy’s talons — er, nails — across his back…
“Oh…Oh…” Candy moaned on.
I couldn’t help wondering. Did Harlon mind sharing? Did he care? Or were these Josh’s last hours of life as a man before he was turned into a toad?
That was one little corner of my mind. The rest went in a totally different direction, and I couldn’t help but get a little…um…warm. Achy. Hungry — for sex. And not with Josh.
With Nash, I was appalled to realize. That was where my mind went.
What would it be like to be on a desk with Nash’s corded arms braced on either side of my head? What would it be like to wrap my legs around him and buck every time he thrust?
I puffed a little air up over my cheeks. It didn’t help. Especially with me pancaked up against him, my rear to his groin.
I gritted my teeth. I was not interested in anything about Nash. Especially sex.
If only my girl parts would get that message.
“Oh… Oh…” Candy went on, cueing more groans from Josh.
Apparently, they were reaching the climax of their little romp. The sooner, the better. Because another few minutes of this, and I would start twerking against Nash.
“Yes…” Josh breathed.
Nash inched sideways. Shit. It was bad enough that I was getting turned on. Him too?
Crap, crap, crap. How had it come to this?
Finally, the two banging bunnies came. But that only led to throaty sighs, light giggles, and soft touches.
I was not a giggler. And I doubted Nash was a throaty sigher. But soft touches…
Funny how much I yearned for that. My last friend-with-benefits had been quite a while ago now, and although Nash was aggravating, he was also undeniably hot. Really hot, in an off-the-charts, superhuman way.
Which was when it struck me.
Superhuman…
I didn’t have space to turn, but in my mind, I examined him from head to toe. Those sparkling brownish-green eyes — really sparkling, edging over to a glowing bronze color sometimes. Strength that exceeded what even his impressive muscles ought to be able to exert. The cagey, animal-like restlessness…
What if the man I was stuck behind a curtain with wasn’t all human?
An idea I’d come back to later. My brain was already processing too many inputs.
“Baby, you’re beautiful,” Josh murmured.
I tried not to picture Candy splayed out on Harlon’s desk.
