“Sweetheart, you should probably close the refrigerator door. You’re letting all the cold air out.”
“I know.” She sighed in frustration, then lowered her voice to almost a pout. “But the cold air against my skin is the only thing stopping me from attacking you again.”
Josh bit his tongue to stop himself from smiling. He wouldn’t mind her attacking him this morning. He actually felt a bit more in control. Maybe that was all it would take to keep things from getting out of hand…for him to remain in control.
“So, how long have you and this guy been friends?” she asked in an obvious attempt to change the subject.
“His name is Nathan, and years. We worked together at the FBI.”
“The name Nathan’s nice. Do you ever call him Nate for short?”
Josh grinned at the memory. “Only once. Nathan doesn’t like to shorten names.”
She frowned. “Isn’t Josh short for Joshua?”
Josh nodded. “Yes, but I wasn’t introduced to him as Joshua. He’s always known me as Josh.” Jennifer nodded, and Josh continued. “His girlfriend’s name is Connelly. Most everyone calls her Connie, including me, but Nathan doesn’t.”
“So, he would never call me Jenn like you do,” Jennifer said.
“Nope. That’s just for me.”
She smiled briefly before turning back to the fridge. “I like it. That you call me Jenn. Perhaps I should start calling you Joshy.”
Josh frowned. “Call me Joshy, and you’ll get a spanking so hard you won’t be able to sit for days.”
The most devilish grin he’d seen on her pulled at her lips when she turned to face him, letting the fridge door shut. “You don’t like Joshy?”
“No,” he snarled.
“Oh, but Joshy’s cute,” she sang, teasing him.
“Jennifer,” he warned.
“Joshy,” she replied.
Josh set his cup down and made a move to grab her. She squealed and took off running down the hall, her laughter trailing behind her.
He caught up to her in the entry hall and then wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against him. Her feet dangled as he carried a wiggling, giggling Jennifer to the living room. Without another word, he set her feet on the floor, put one hand between her shoulder blades, and pushed her over the back of the couch so her ass was in the air.
“Josh,” she squealed as he tossed his phone to the cushions and gripped the back of her shorts.
“Didn’t I tell you not to call me Joshy,” he drawled.
His phone beeped a warning from his motion sensors, destroying the mood. He and Jennifer both tensed as he reached over the back of the couch to grab the phone. Just as he opened the screen, the rumbling sound of a large truck echoed through the house.
“Were you having something delivered from the hardware store today?” Josh asked as he walked over and stared out the window at the box truck making its way down the drive.
“Oh, crap,” she said with a sigh. “It’s the kitchen cabinets I ordered.”
Josh turned to watch her push back up. She looked down at herself in exasperation. “I can’t meet them like this.”
“Grab my jeans from upstairs, and I’ll take care of it.”
She glanced at his hard cock and snickered. “Are you sure you can get them over that thing?”
At Josh’s frown, she spun to leave the room. Josh reached out and slapped her hard on the ass, enjoying the squeak that escaped her lips.
She jerked and reached behind to rub it, her brow crinkling into an adorable frown. “Ow.”
When her pout turned into a glare, he grinned. “That’s for Joshy. Take too long upstairs, and you’ll get another.”
She stuck her tongue out at him but broke into a trot and bounded up the stairs when Josh made a move to go after her. Smiling, Josh waited for her at the bottom of the steps.
“Here,” she said, then tossed the jeans down to him over the railing.
He caught them and pulled them up just as someone knocked at the door.
JENNIFER STOOD BACK far enough that she could see Josh but the men at the door wouldn’t be able to see her. Every inch of her body still tingled because of his manhandling. She’d loved how he’d shoved her over the couch, how his voice would get deep and literally rumble through his chest as he spoke. If they hadn’t been interrupted, he would’ve spanked her, and she would’ve loved every second of it.
She shouldn’t. Not really. After the past six years, it made more sense she would be terrified of that. The thought of being tied up should make her ill, not hot. But she had a feeling it wasn’t bondage that had her squirming.
It was Josh.
She was attracted to him, more so than she’d been attracted to anyone. Just looking at him had her practically panting. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she would melt like a pat of butter on the roof of a hot car.
That wasn’t really saying a lot, though. The man who’d turned her over to the kidnappers had only been her second boyfriend. Her experience had been limited. In so many ways, she was still innocent.
She stepped back and leaned against the wall. Letting out a long, low sigh, she listened to Josh instruct the deliverymen to set the cabinets in the dining room. She and Josh still weren’t finished with the living room yet. They needed to get busy while Josh was here to help her. When he left, she would have to hire a handyman.
She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the ache that tightened her chest. He’d told her he didn’t do relationships. He put his job first. She shouldn’t fall for him or get attached to him in any way.
She could keep her heart out of it. All she had to do was remember how she’d been betrayed. But how did she stop the need that always made her nerves tingle whenever he got close? How did she keep herself from igniting the energy around them and turning both of them into horny, uncontrollable, sex-starved fiends?
“I need a cold shower,” she murmured before pushing from the wall and heading to her bathroom.
Chapter Eighteen
Josh watched as the truck disappeared down the long gravel drive and turned onto the main road. The cabinets were lined up along the wall in the dining room, but there were still so many things that needed to be done before they were installed. Why had she bought them so early?
He smiled slightly. She was new to remodeling and wasn’t aware there was an order to things. They would finish up the living room and then start on the deck before the weather got too cold outside. Over the colder months, they’d work on the kitchen.
His smile turned into a frown. What made him think he’d even be here that long? Common sense told him he needed to get back to work with the FBI. The desire to do so just wasn’t there this time. Usually, he would practically beg to go in early. Even when he was working on his own house, the desire to get back to work had him antsy.
This time was different.
This time all he could think about was Jennifer and what they would do next, both with the house and with each other. He could hear the shower water running upstairs, and all he wanted to do was join her.
Could she handle what he would want? Could she take being tied up and flogged? Would he scare her?
He hadn’t last night. He’d been surprised she’d actually enjoyed the way he’d talked to her and the way he’d fucked her. He could get rough during sex, so the fact she’d responded so beautifully to him had him getting hard all over again.
He snorted softly. Like he’d ever lost his hard-on at all this morning.
He glanced up the stairs. Her bedroom door was partially open. In his mind, if she didn’t want him in there, it would’ve been shut. It should’ve been locked. He grinned and headed up the stairs.
JENNIFER SIGHED AND let the water roll down her head and shoulders, easing the tension that had her muscles in knots. Her mind went to last night and how he’d bent her over the couch and shoved his huge cock inside her. The walls of her pussy clenched as she remembered how he’d st
retched her.
She needed to stop thinking about it. Otherwise she’d attack him again. Had she really pulled his cock out and taken him in her mouth? She still couldn’t believe she’d done that. It had been amazing, and her jaws were slightly sore this morning from his girth and having to open so wide. But it had been worth it, and if he was standing in front of her right now, she’d do it again in a heartbeat.
She could still taste him, feel the throb of his cock against her tongue and lips. Her nipples hardened, and she ran her soapy hands over them. Closing her eyes, she imagined it was Josh who squeezed them within his palms.
“You do that shit on purpose, don’t you?”
The deep rumble of Josh’s voice startled her out of her very sexy daydream. She opened her eyes to see him standing outside the shower. His hungry gaze nearly singed her flesh through the steam that filled the small room.
She stood frozen, her hands cupping her breasts, her pussy screaming to be filled.
She let her gaze slide down his naked body and swallowed at the size of his engorged shaft. He looked ready to burst, and every inch of her ached to see it.
“I didn’t even hear you come in,” she whispered as she brought her gaze back to his.
“Obviously,” he drawled.
She stiffened her spine and lifted her chin. “Don’t you like it when a woman touches herself?”
“Of course I do,” he replied; then his mouth twitched. “But I prefer to be the one to tell her how to do it.”
Jennifer’s pussy tightened, and she felt the energy that surrounded her spark to life. Josh’s eyes blazed fire and heated every inch of her skin. She wanted him to touch her, kiss her, fuck her—now, before she combusted into flames.
She watched with growing excitement as Josh stepped into the shower. He tugged her arms down, moving her hands away from her breasts, and repositioned her with her back to the shower wall. He glanced up and then returned to her.
“I have no way to restrain you in here, so you’ll have to keep your hands exactly where I tell you. Understand?”
Jennifer gave a nod.
“No, Jenn. Say it,” he commanded, and every part of her shivered in need.
“Yes. I understand.”
She watched as he briefly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Was he trying to keep himself under control? She hoped he was better at it than she was. Right now, it took everything she had not to jump him.
“Touch your breasts again,” Josh ordered as he opened a condom.
Intrigued, she ran her palms across her nipples and watched as Josh rolled the condom over his cock. He paused with his fingers wrapped around the base and studied her intently.
“Pinch your nipples,” he commanded.
The rough, almost harsh sound of his voice had her so wet and ready she wanted to scream at him to take her. God, she loved the way he talked when he was playing Dom.
She pinched her nipples and gasped at the wave of pleasure that swam through her veins. Josh tilted his head back, letting the water wet his hair.
With a growl, he leaned forward and grabbed her wrists. He pinned them against the tile, her arms outstretched at her sides. She waited, barely able to breathe as his gaze dropped to her breasts. Her nipples seemed to pucker even tighter under the heat of his gaze.
When he dipped his head and licked one sensitive peak, she cried out and arched away from the cool, wet tile.
“Jennifer, if you come, I’m going to spank that tight little ass of yours,” Josh growled.
“But…” she whined, unsure she would be able to stop herself. She was so close now she could almost taste it.
“I mean it,” he said as he stared at her. “You’ll come only when I get damn good and ready and not before.”
Jennifer swallowed but nodded. Josh bent his neck and engulfed the tip of one breast in his mouth. She moaned and arched as his tongue did wicked circles around and over her nipple in between harsh nips and hard sucks. By the time he moved his mouth to her other breast, she’d become a whimpering rag doll.
“Josh, please,” she begged.
Josh stood straight and brought her wrists above her head. “No,” he said.
Jennifer wanted to cry but at the same time didn’t want him to stop. She’d never been this turned on…except maybe last night. How did he do this to her? Would she ever find someone else who could make her this hot? Did she have the nerve to trust anyone else?
“Can you still feel the tingles?” she asked, trying to put her mind somewhere other than her desperate need to find release.
“I can,” he replied. “But because of last night, I think I can keep better control on my end. They’re not as much of a surprise this time.”
Holding her wrists pinned above her head with one hand, he slid his other hand down her side and over her hip. His touch felt like a burning flame against her wet skin, making the tingles feel like shocks.
“That’s interesting,” he murmured as he ran his hand down her thigh and back up to her ass.
She let her legs fall wider, encouraging him to touch between them.
“I wonder if we turn out the lights, we could see a spark,” he said.
Jennifer frowned at first before realizing he referred to the stinging bites of shock that ignited wherever they touched. “There’s too much light coming through the bathroom window.”
His lips twitched, and a sexy light made his eyes sparkle. “Then we’ll have to revisit this when it’s dark.”
Her stomach fell as he removed his hand from her ass. “Wait. What?”
His smile faded as he stared down at her. “Did you think I was done with you?”
“I did,” she squeaked.
He snorted. “Not by a long shot, Jenn. Matter of fact, we may still be going when the sun goes down.”
Chapter Nineteen
Josh watched her eyes widen and had to bite back a smile. The woman was damn adorable and so close to coming he didn’t dare touch her yet. Although if he did, and she came, he would get to spank her perfect ass.
He definitely liked that idea.
He glanced down at her pussy and smiled at the clean-shaven lips. He liked a shaved pussy. He slid his hand between her legs and gently ran his fingers over her labia, careful not to apply too much pressure and make her come.
“Nice and smooth. I like that,” he murmured.
Jennifer sighed and pushed her hips away from the tile, trying to get a firmer touch. When he thrust two fingers deep into her wet passage, the moan that tore from her throat was nearly his undoing.
“I also like how wet you are,” he whispered as he very slowly fucked her with his fingers.
The throbs of her pussy walls told him just how close she was to release. She bit her lip and whined, obviously fighting as hard as she could. Whether to please him or because she was afraid of the spanking, Josh wasn’t sure. Only one way to find out.
He increased his thrusts and turned his hand so it fit against her clit. She gasped and moved her hips in time with his fingers.
“Remember what I told you about coming,” he said, but he knew she wouldn’t be able to stop it.
He wouldn’t let her. He would make her come despite her best efforts and then spank her for it. His cock twitched at the thought.
Cream leaked from her opening, coating his hand. Her legs shook, and her breasts seemed to firm even more before his eyes.
“Josh,” she groaned.
“I like that sound,” he whispered close to her lips. “I like the feel of your walls around my fingers. I like all the cream that leaks from your pussy.” He added a third finger, and she cried out, her hips bucking wildly. “I like the way your hips move and your pussy takes whatever I give it.”
She made a noise that sounded very much like a growl and he grinned.
“Are you close, Jenn?” he teased.
“Yes, damn you. Please, if you don’t want me to come, you have to stop.”
“You’ll do as I say or suff
er the punishment.”
Josh thrust harder, and she panted. He would give her credit for fighting, but the second he used the heel of his hand to press against her clit, she exploded.
Josh bit the inside of his cheek hard and focused on the pain to keep from lifting her and shoving his cock into her so deep she screamed for mercy. She sagged against the wall, and it was all he could do to stay with the plan.
With a snarl that came both from holding back and wanting to give her a little fear, he turned her so she faced the wall. “What did I tell you?” he snapped.
“That if I came, you would spank me,” she replied, breathless with both fear and excitement.
“That’s right.” He placed her hands against the tile and tugged her hips out, angling her ass just right.
JENNIFER WASN’T SURE if she should run or bend a bit more. When his hand landed across her ass, she cried out at the sharp feeling of pain. Her wet skin made the slap all the harsher but at the same time sent a renewed wave of need to her womb.
He brought his palm against her skin once more. The sound of his hand hitting flesh echoed through the small shower, but it was the sting that made her shiver from head to toe.
She moaned softly and bit her lip as the heat of a blush moved over her cheeks. With every slap of his hand, her body warmed and tingled as though she’d been burned by small embers.
She began to move toward his slaps, rocking her hips slowly as her desire built higher and higher. Her womb clenched, her nipples hardened, her breathing became harsh and shallow.
She didn’t understand it. Wasn’t even sure she wanted to. All she knew was that she needed to enjoy it while she could. Once Josh was gone, that would be it. She had to hide…keep to herself. Josh was her only chance at sexual exploration.
He braced his hands on the shower wall next to hers and leaned into her. His chest pressed against her back. The tops of his thighs rubbed the sensitive skin of her ass, and she whimpered. His breath was hot on her neck. And his cock… Oh, God… He put his cock between her legs and used his hard length to gently stroke her pussy.
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