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“Hard not to.”
“Don’t tell him I told you so, but Harold thought you needed a little toughening up. He suggested we put a few speed bumps in your path.”
I was fed up with the testing, and since when was it Harold’s job to decide what I needed? “And you agreed?”
“We think you’ve done great.” Theweshowed how the two of them had ganged up on me.
“So making things harder for me has just been a game for you two?”
“It’s not at all like that. You need to be ready for London.”
I turned and left. That’s exactly what it had been for them; a game. He didn’t realize these testing games of his had driven my brothers out of the company.
“Josh,” he called after me just as the door closed.
I shook my head. I had a dinner to get to, and much better company than this.
* * *
Nicole
We returned from Aldolfo’s,finally having had the complete dinner—including tiramisu for dessert—that we’d promised each other since getting back from the Caribbean.
Josh closed the condo door behind us and flicked off the light I’d turned on. “No need for that.”
“Oh,” I said breathlessly.
“Did I ever tell you what tiramisu does to me?”
In the moonlight, I found the first of his shirt buttons. “Pray tell.”
He moved my hands away and slowly unbuttoned my blouse, without answering my question.
“Josh,” I whispered as it slid to the floor. His finger came to my lips.
“Shh.”
Evidently this wasn’t a time for words. It was a time for touching, a time for hands and lips and tongues.
I went back to work on his shirt as his fingers traced the outline of my bra and teased the sensitive skin up to my collarbone, out to my shoulders, and back to my neck. Then he dipped inside my bra, coming teasingly close but not touching the hardened peaks of my nipples.
He slipped a hand behind me and with a quick pinch of practiced fingers, undid the hooks of my bra as I finished his buttons.
I unzipped my skirt and slid it past my hips, kicking it aside. I stood in front of him naked, save for a thong and my heels.
“My God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he said in a voice raspy and coated in lust.
Without words, all I could do was show him. I circled a hand behind his neck, pulling myself up to him, my mouth to his. I kissed him like I had never kissed a man before.
I covered his mouth, and my tongue demanded entrance and began the dance with his. I tasted the wine on him as we exchanged breath, hunger for each other, and lust. I tried to give back to him as good as he gave me.
His hands found my back and my ass, pulling me against him, hard. I could barely breathe. I didn’t care.
I broke the kiss and pushed away enough to reach his belt. In a mad dash of hands, we stripped each other bare, save the heels I still wore.
We fell back onto the bed, me on top of him, heels and all. My legs straddled his as I rubbed my soaked slit the length of his cock. I leaned over, my breasts scraping against his chest, my eyes conveying my wordless wishes.
He kneaded my breasts as I sat up. Then he tweaked my nipples, sending shocks through me.
