you’re remarkable at it.”
He shows me his latest commercial about toilet paper with kittens fighting gladiator-style on a mat made of the product to show how strong but also how soft it is. It’s easily the silliest ad I’ve ever seen.
We’re still laughing as we pack up and Damon puts away his laptop when the door opens and Joshua walks in.
“Joshua!” I spin around and grin at him before he pulls me into his arms and kisses me. It’s an act of possession, ownership, and I like it.
“I was just going,” Damon says, clearing his throat. “Thanks again, Jen.”
I manage to disentangle myself just long enough to walk him to the door.
“Hey, don’t forget to call Carmen. I’ll show her the portfolio you made for me. I think you’re exactly what she’s looking for.”
I promise to call, and watch Damon walk down to his car before closing the door.
I turn to find Joshua’s large frame standing right behind me.
He’s not smiling and I remember that it was my friendship with Damon that made him so mad the other night. But I fully intend to show him that he is the only man I need.
“So,” I say smiling as I look up at him. “Shall we go out for dinner or order in?”
Joshua grabs my wrists and pulls them above my head, pinning me to the door with his larger body.
He overwhelms me.
His aftershave is sharp and spicy, his hands are huge over mine, and there’s wine on his breath as he brings his mouth close.
“I’m hungry now,” he growls.
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“Go into the bedroom and strip,” he murmurs against my lips. “Don’t turn the light on.”
His tone makes me shiver.
Joshua backs up and goes to make himself a drink. I can hear ice tinkling in the tumbler, but I don’t wait for him.
Instead I do as I’m told.
In the darkness of our bedroom, I feel myself trembling at the possibilities.
What does he have planned?
How angry is he at me?
I know Damon was the reason he got so angry last time, but surely I’ve shown him that he’s the only man I want or need...
Would I understand if Joshua had spent the day with Grace?
I sigh.
Probably not.
Just the idea that he might have even spoken to that bimbo today makes my blood boil.
I pull my blouse over my head and throw it in the direction of the hamper, then my shorts, bra, and panties follow.
I’m starting to wonder if I should call out, let him know I’m ready, when I feel the air shift behind me.
Hot breath gusts against the back of my throat and I whimper when Joshua’s mouth kisses the tip of my shoulder, the junction between my shoulder and throat, the side of my jaw.
“Joshua...”
He shushes me, the tips of his fingers grazing down my arms and over my elbows, and finally he grabs my wrists and holds me in place.
For a long time he drives me crazy, kissing and nipping at my sensitive flesh. I am naked and open to his needs.
I want to touch him too, feel and taste every inch of him.
I tell him so and he just chuckles and tightens his grip around my wrists.
“I want to do very bad things to you, Jennifer,” he murmurs. “I’ve been going mad with wanting you today and now nothing is going to stop me taking what I want.”
That makes me giggle. “Have I ever said no to you yet?”
His fingers tighten on my wrists almost painfully and I gasp.
I know it shouldn’t, but the edge of pain sends hot shock waves to my already soaking pussy.
He pulls my arms back and takes both my wrists in one hand, leaving his other hand free. He pulls me back sharply, forcing me to fall against him, then his hand is on my breast.
I gasp at the sensation of his strong hand squeezing my breast, his thumb tweaking and circling my erect nipple. The deep darkness is just intensifying everything.
Every touch, every kiss sends tantalizing thrills through my whole body. I now understand why blindfolds are so popular.
Slowly, so slowly his hand slips down my front, teasing the sensitive flesh around my belly,
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