I throw my head back arching my back but he catches my head and pulls me back to his lips to kiss me.
He kisses me as we both come. The spray of his hot cum floods my passage making it quake, and my release mingles with his.
We’re still kissing even as I climb down from the high and the luxuriating sensation of being his.
Josh pulls away from my lips, but he’s still holding me.
He studies me, and I see it in his eyes. The same thing I feel. I see it.
The need for more.
“Spend the night with me, Giselle,” he says and I nod.
“Yes.”
Chapter Four
Josh
I’m always thrown when I get back to the real world.
This time, though… damn.
I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything like her.
Giselle….
She was the last thing I saw when I closed my eyes as sleep came for me.
I can never beat sleep when it does that.
I can go for a max of two days without sleeping before I crash. Last night it practically came for me and swallowed me whole after I devoured the beautiful brunette.
As a VIP guest of The Dark Odyssey and a close friend to Gabe Giordano, one of the club owners, I get certain privileges.
Call it the VIP treatment with access to one of the suites reserved for special guests. Gabe and the other owners have private suites but they set the place up so that there are a few other suites guests like me can book, or have at short notice like last night.
That’s how Giselle and I ended up exploring each other's bodies in every which way all night. I think I tried out every sexual position I could conjure up to try on her.
Foolishly when I woke, I imagined waking up with her in my arms.
But she left.
She left as expected and reality of the distraction she’d been come rushing back on me. All I have left is her coin.
I rub it between my fingers as I sit back in my office chair listening to my father talk to me like I’m a child.
I’m pretending to listen and trying not to show just how mad I am at him for the shit he’s decided to dish me, all because he doesn’t approve of the way I live my life.
“Joshua, are you listening to me?” he says staring at me hard. He was pacing around delivering his speech. The man didn’t even allow me to get coffee before he barged into my office to start the daily sermon.
Lesson one: I’m not to sleep with the new associate.
Lesson two: I’m to hire a decent secretary and stop fucking the temps.
Okay. He didn’t say ‘fucking’. Dad never swears. I’m sure he thinks God would strike him with lightening if he did.
I stare at him, my face brazen and deadpan like I used to when I was a child.