We are so off the reservation right now, but I’m a little more than tipsy, and Josh is sitting here looking so goddamn sexy, I can’t help myself. And I find that the more I share about myself, the more he shares with me, and I want to know it all.
“Don’t laugh, but I’m kinda into erotic massage, which I’ve only recently discovered because someone’s account required that I do all of this research.” I put air quotes around research, and Josh laughs.
“So it’s a massage with a happy ending?”
I stare at my wine glass as I think about why I like these videos. “This is going to sound stupid, but it’s more than that. I like that there’s usually no stupid dialogue or music. It’s just two strangers meeting in this really intimate setting where he has his hands all over her. He’s usually really built and oh, look, he conveniently takes off his shirt. Then he drizzles warm oil all over her back in what ends up being this teasing, sensual foreplay where he skims his hands over the sides of her breasts and up her thighs. Until, whoops, her towel falls off her ass, and he just has to drip oil in her crack and rub out all the tension hiding down there.”
Josh is quiet before he lets out a moan. “Guess I’m ready to try our next clone.”
I turn to look at him, but he’s staring down at the raging boner in his lap.
“Shit. I’m sorry. I’m being so inappropriate.” Me and my big fucking mouth.
He pulls me in for a side hug, and I automatically wrap my arm around his shoulder, careful to avoid his pocket rocket. “Shut up. I want to know everything about you,” he murmurs before he kisses my forehead. “Forget all the attorney bullshit, okay? Tonight you’re here as my friend and former lover. Besides, Jill and her two dicks weren’t really doing it for me. See how number four is smaller than the others?”
“The T-Rex got bored.”
We laugh, and I relax in his arms. Even though this has to be the strangest scenario ever, everything about him feels so right. How we can talk and hang out. The way he helps me get over feeling self-conscious about inconsequential things and just be. How he makes me want to tell him things I’ve never told anyone else.
Josh keeps his hand on my shoulder as I sit up and return my attention to the dicks. “The first one looks the proudest, like a strutting peacock,” I muse. “He only needs feathers.”
“Too bad the side was touching the canister. That one was the easiest. It’s hard to stay hard without the right stimulation.”
“It ain’t easy being a dick,” I joke, and we both crack up.
When I finally catch my breath, I realize that our faces are about two inches apart.
I stare up at him, feeling so caught up in the way he’s looking at me, and I don’t want to break the spell.
“Josh, what are we doing?” I whisper.
His hand cradles my face and then his thumb slowly moves across my bottom lip. “I don’t know, but I like it. I like you, and I don’t give a shit about the rest of this. Let’s give it a shot, Evie. We can keep it quiet and see how things go.”
I look down. God, I really want this. My whole body feels like it’s wired to this man’s frequency, and my veins buzz in his presence. All week, I’ve missed him so much, and now, being here with him feels like standing in the rain after a long drought.
But I’m not the girl who sleeps with a client.
Except… Josh doesn’t feel like a client.
“Baby,” he says softly, “we could be so good together.”
It takes everything in me to break away from his hold. “Let’s… let’s finish your project tonight. At the very least, I can make sure you get this done. Then we can talk.”
He nods, his eyes softening. “Yes, ma’am.”
I move to the vanity where I organize the materials we need. As Josh is heading to his bedroom, I ask him to hand me the bag of alginate powder, but when he reaches for it, he places his hand on my side and brushes against my back.
The contact makes me still, and when I look up at our reflection, I see the desire in his eyes, and everything in me flares to life with an overwhelming roar.
He drops the bag on the counter and stands behind me, clutching my hips. When his nose brushes against my neck, my head tilts back to rest on his chest.
“You know how I said I was having trouble staying hard?” he murmurs in my ear.
Before I can respond, the feel of him, thick and firm against my ass, makes me want to groan. “Not… not a problem anymore, I see.”
As we stare at each other in the mirror, something clicks. Maybe it’s the way he watches me or the way I feel alive for the first time in my life, but all I can think is that something that feels this right can’t be wrong.
Fuck it. Fuck all of the reasons why I wanted to stay away from him, because I can’t do it anymore.
Giving in to the tide pulling me to him, I reach back and run my hand through his thick hair.
“Wanna help me with that second step?” he asks between open-mouthed kisses on my shoulder. “Bet you can keep me hard.”
My hips tilt back as I grind back on him, and his hands slip under my sweater and grip my breasts. I’ve barely uttered “yes” when he rips off my top and starts unbuttoning my jeans.
When all I have on is my black lace bra and thong, he holds my back to his chest. “I could stare at you all day,” he says to our reflection as his hand dips into my panties.
Oh, God. It feels so good. “I can’t… I can’t get so distracted,” I stutter. “I don’t want to mess up your last clone. Let’s try the last one before we take this to the bedroom.”
He laughs and pulls me closer. “I’m so hard right now, I don’t think I can walk three feet, so we might not make it that far.”
Turning in his arms, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. It’s a frenzy of lust and hunger and need that drives us together, and I can’t keep in the sound of satisfaction when his tongue licks against mine. For a few minutes, I give in and revel in how he feels against my skin.
And as much as I hate what I have to do, I know it’s what’s best for him.
“Honey,” I gasp into his mouth. “Let me mix the alginate. We should try it one more time. We’ve come this far.”
He closes his eyes and drops his head to my shoulder, but after a moment, he nods. When I turn to the vanity, it takes every ounce of energy I can muster to focus on the directions, especially when Josh’s hands are in my bra and he’s grinding his huge cock against my ass.
As I adjust the temperature of the water, I glance up to see him watching me, and I smile because being here with him makes me happy.
“There’s my girl,” he says as he leans down to suck on my neck.
A full-on blush paints my cheeks as I stir the powder. It’s hot to know he’s this turned on by me. After I pour the mixture into the canister, I hand it to him.
“You gonna help me?” He motions toward his pants, and I kneel down to shove them off his slender hips before I take him in my mouth. We have at least thirty seconds before he needs to fit himself into the mold, and I plan to make it the best damn thirty seconds of his life. Suddenly, I’m so glad he washed off that powder in between molds.