Page 57 of Tell Me Something

“I was thinking about you and selfishly wanting to crawl into that bed behind you and wake you up. Then you were here, so maybe I’m really asleep and dreaming.”

That admission from him warmed me completely. I shifted so that he could get my thong off fully and then repaid the favor, sliding his boxers down his legs.

He helped me out of my shirt, and his hands were instantly on my breasts.

Hovering over his arousal, I positioned myself so that I could sheath him fully.

“Jesus, are sure you’re ready?”

“Considering you’ve said my name now for a fifth time, yeah, I really am.” I got the satisfaction of his groan when I placed his wide tip between the lips of my swollen sex, coating him in my slickness. His breaths turned shallow and fast when I lowered myself down. I enjoyed every inch as he filled me to the hilt.

“Ah, fuck, you’re so sweet.”

I loved the fact that I got to control the tempo and rode him up and down, relishing the pleasure that was so evident in his eyes. When his skilled fingers found my slick sex, I completely lost my ability to control things. I moved faster and faster, now frenzied with my climax about to hit and the fact that I could feel Josh getting close. As I exploded, I leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Come in me.”

That turned out to be his undoing. A powerful shudder ran through him, and his climax rushed deep inside of me.

After collapsing onto his chest, I felt his lips on my neck. He withdrew slowly and rolled me onto my back, then gathered me close.

We lay like that for minutes or hours. I wasn’t sure. But when I realized I was about to fall asleep, I made myself get up, kissing his cheek before slipping out the side of the bed.

“Where are you going?” He pulled me back to him.

“To bed. I know you like your space—”

He snuggled me tight. “Stay. I like this.”

My head was in the crook of his arm and our legs were entwined. I sighed at the delicious skin on skin contact. “How could I say no?”

I tried not to read too much into it, but it felt good to be held in his arms.

THE DAY in the London office was uneventful. Josh was pretty much in meeting after meeting all day. Unlike Hong Kong, however, every single person was nice to me. They were professional, and I enjoyed listening to their accents.

Josh had plans for a working lunch, so I was excited when two of the assistants took me down the street to a local pub for a meal. I ordered the bangers and mash and tried my best to pretend the food was good. In fact, it had sounded better than it actually was. The highlight was ordering a round of pints. It seemed socially acceptable to have one with lunch.

I was smiling on my way back into the office. Then I came face to face with Josh as I came off the elevator.

“Do you have a moment?” He looked at me strangely.

I bit my lip. Busted. “Yes, certainly.”

We went into a vacant conference room, and I started to apologize. “I’m sorry. We only had the one beer, and it was nice. Everyone is just so kind, but the bangers and mash, not so great. I mean, I thought I’d like British food, but so far—” I was rambling and saw his lips twitch as he obviously tried not to smile.

“That’s all very interesting, and I’m glad this trip is going much better for you than Hong Kong. But what I needed to see you about is the golf charity event in Miami. I found out there’s a conflict with someone attending and need you to cancel my appearance. I’ll keep the donation, however.”

I wondered briefly if the conflict had anything to do with his ex-wife. “Oh, sorry. I thought maybe I was busted for the beer.”

That amused him even further, and he shook his head. “No, the British are different from us about drinking during the day. I’m glad you got out. Plus, I have to say you’re kind of adorable once you’ve had a drink.”

“Because I ramble?”

He nodded and gave me one of his small smiles. “I should be done at the office about five o’clock, then we can head back to the hotel. The gala starts at six. I don’t plan on staying long, only an hour or so.”

FOR THE GALA I dressed in my mother’s vintage Jean Desses dress. Aside from her wedding gown, it was my favorite piece. The layers were flattering, and the look was soft in a beautiful, bubblegum pink color. Because it was strapless and had a stunning bust line, it didn’t require a necklace.

I let my hair down and spent some time with a curling iron, putting in nice chunky curls. Then I did up my eyes. Satisfied with the look, I was about to grab my clutch and head next door when Josh framed the connecting door in his tuxedo.

I felt a burn of desire flare up simply from watching him devour me with his eyes. His slow smile caused a flutter in my belly.