A strong arm wraps around me and pulls me back until I’m nestled against Josh’s warm, hard body. Waking up in his bed—well, our bed—is my favorite thing in the world. After I quit my job last summer, Josh asked me to move in with him. It seemed crazy. Hell, it was crazy, but our whole relationship was crazy, so I figured why stop now?
The last twelve months? Honestly, it’s been overwhelming, but in a good way.
After I left Malcolm’s firm, I had some time on my hands. My priority was making sure my license wasn’t in jeopardy, given the scandalous nature of my relationship with Josh and how we were outed. He had his family’s attorney approach the bar to inquire about my situation, and since my boyfriend was truly pleased with how I handled the negotiations with Caligula and the deal I brokered, I learned no one was interested in pursuing any kind of ethics review. That might’ve meant no one wanted to piss off the Cartwright family with another embarrassing situation, but I was grateful to have it behind me, regardless of how it came about.
But that didn’t mean I wanted to return to Waller, Goldman & Associates.
Apparently, Josh’s architecture firm had plenty of work to keep me busy, which he cleared with the bar. Since we were already in a relationship when my work for him started—and we disclosed it—I wasn’t in any kind of legal jeopardy moving forward. Josh’s firm does amazing work, projects that excite me, like the new homeless shelter that he’s not only renovating, but also outfitting with full employment and education resources to really help people get back on their feet.
Seriously, the man inspires me. And I’ve learned to never underestimate him.
So I shouldn’t have been surprised when I came home one day to find he had created a blog for me. No, not like his. He designed a Do It Yourself blog for my renovation projects and helped me post all of the improvements I made to my fixer-upper.
And since this is Josh we’re talking about, Mr. I Never Do Anything Half-Assed, the blog was beautifully designed and got an amazing response. Within three months of my first post, it was being featured on Huffington Post and BuzzFeed with headlines like “The New DIY Girl Can Grout” and “The Next Bob Villa.”
I’m sure it didn’t hurt that Josh made a few cameos. Even with all of his clothes on, he’s sexy as hell.
No one seemed to mind our goofy selfies. In fact, people ate it up. Along with my step-by-step breakdown of how to re-tile your kitchen backsplash. Our only rule for the blog was that we have fun because life is too damn short to not do something you love.
Once we finished the renovations, we had my dad move in because we loved the house too much to sell it, and then we started looking around for another project to flip.
And we found it. That’s where we’re headed later this morning.
Josh’s grip tightens around me as I sink deeper into his hold. Our bed is warm. The last thing I want is to get up, but we have a lot on the line today.
“Mmm.” I tilt my head and shiver when his lips run along my shoulder. “We can’t or we’ll be late.”
“Ten minutes,” he whispers, his voice gravelly, as he tilts his hips so I can feel exactly what I’ll be missing out on.
“You’re not playing fair.” I thrust back against the huge erection pressing against my ass. “But my face will be flushed if we don’t stop now, and I’m not sure I can go on camera like that.”
Groaning, he plants another kiss on my neck and then releases me. “Who decided on this obscenely early call time?”
Sitting up in bed, I don’t bother grabbing the sheet when it falls to my lap. Josh’s eyes travel over my naked body, his hungry expression heating my skin. “You did, Einstein.”
I plant a quick kiss on his lips and slide off the bed, letting him watch as I bend over to grab my robe. Letting him watch as I slowly pull it on but leave it open.
“Evil woman.”
“I’ll make it up to you.”
He snorts. “Yes, you damn well will.”
I smile, and he smiles back, and then I’m hustling into the bathroom because we can’t be late.
By the time I jump out of the shower, my phone is lighting up with a notification from @CockasaurusRex. I can’t fight the smile on my face or the pulse between my legs as I swipe my finger over the screen.
This one is for my dirty girl. A promise of what she’s gonna get tonight.
He’s posted a video to his blog, but now it’s private with entries just for me.
I still can’t get over how he deleted AATD. He walked away from it like it was no big deal. His family wanted him to denounce his blog while the media seemed hell bent on getting him to admit those pics were him, but he shrugged it off. He’ll only smile and say no comment. I know he doesn’t want me to face any backlash, because if he’s the guy in those photos, people will assume I’m the girl who was wrapped around him. At the same time, he’s one of the most honest individuals I know, so he won’t lie and deny it.
I fucking love that. All of that. That he’s willing to go up against everyone. For me.
Of course, his ambiguity has only made the speculation skyrocket, which meant Caligula sales went through the roof. Along with his brother’s poll numbers. Josh’s situation actually helped his brother’s senatorial race. Apparently, voters thought Spencer Cartwright was too stuck-up and blue-blood, but having a potential porn blogger in the family showed him in another light, one liberal Oregon voters liked. Go figure.
So now I have this hot man candy all to myself, which is fine by me since I’ve learned I have a teeny jealousy problem, but Josh and I try to talk about it whenever his fangirls accost him when we’re out in public. He knows I get jealous. I think some part of him secretly enjoys it, but if he can stop showcasing his wang because he loves me and wants to reserve that intimacy for us, then I can get a grip and trust him. Because I do trust him. With my whole heart.
My eyes widen as the video plays. I turn up the volume to hear his breath, choppy and rough. But it’s that low growl that makes me want to toss my towel aside and race back to the bedroom.
I flush all over as I watch his hand shift over his thick cock that glistens at the tip.
You’d think this would get old. But trust me, it doesn’t. Watching your guy jerk off because you made him so hot never gets old.
Wait. Why did I turn him down this morning?
His thrusts get more intense, his hand tightening with every stroke, and it’s all I can do to not stick my hand under my towel to relieve the pressure.
But just when I think he’s going to come, the camera lifts to his face. His sexy grin melts me. “Nope. Not giving you the full show.”
Then the bastard winks before the screen goes black.
Shaking my head, I roll my eyes.
Even though I need to get my ass in gear and get dressed, I decide to leave him a little something to think about and click on the comment box. Because a little tit for tat is fair play.