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gorgeous contour of your face.
I’m going to capture your beauty in clay.” He skimmed a single finger up my
cheek, sending a tremor of excitement rippling through me. “You’re so damn
beautiful. I can already feel you coming to life beneath my fingers.”
Images of dissolving beneath his masterful hands
flickered through my brain. The erotic visuals, coupled with the champagne,
melted all my inhibitions away. Acting on impulse, I leaned in and kissed him.
Joshua started, but didn’t pull back. Instead he cupped a hand around my nape,
he laid siege to my mouth and stripped away my attempted control. He brushed
his tongue over the seam of my lips, enticing me to yield beneath the kiss.
Opening, I let him in as a voice inside from long ago sighed a contented ‘yes.’
Joshua sucked in an energized breath so deep it stole
the air from my lungs. Empowered by my surrender, his kiss turned urgent and
demanding. Our tongues dueled in a frantic dance as he slid his hand from my
neck and palmed my aching breast. Swallowing my soft moans, he gently brushed a
thumb over my turgid nipple. Gripping the jacket of his tuxedo in my fists, I
held on as he ate at me like a hungry animal.
Abruptly Joshua
pulled back, and in the moonlight I saw the gravity of desire blazing in his
eyes.
“I want you in my bed, Mellie,” he whispered in a
raspy, edgy rumble.
Jerking his head upright, he blinked, seemingly
startled by his confession. Joshua scrubbed a hand through his golden hair, and
exhaled a deep sigh. “Christ, you must think I’m a bastard. One kiss and—”
“No,” I blurted out. “You’re not… yes. Take me to
bed.”
What the hell are you
doing? You don’t even know this guy. He’s not even asked you out to dinner, and
you’re going to fuck him? You know what’s going to happen after. Right? Shame, remorse, and guilt. Tons and tons of guilt. Remember what happened the first
time you thought you could handle a one-night stand? For the love of god, don’t
be stupid and set yourself up for that mental shit-storm again.
A sensual smile tugged one corner of his mouth, effectively
wiping away the reprimanding voice in my head, and all my rationale. Leaping
from the bench as if he’d just won a trip to Tahiti, he clasped his hand in
mine. Pulling me to my feet, Joshua all but dragged me across the stone walkway
and back inside the gallery.
Bending close to my ear, his warm breath had me biting
back a moan. “I have to mingle for a few minutes. Don’t leave.”
“I won’t,” I murmured, turning to gaze into his
twinkling green eyes.
“Good girl,” he whispered. Flashing me a quick wink,
he hurried away.
My pussy fluttered at his praise and I swallowed the
lump of lust lodged in my throat.
You’re really going to
do it again, aren’t you? You’re going to wish you hadn’t when you’re crying and
beating yourself up, feeling like a ten cent whore...again.
Lifting a flute of champagne off the tray of a passing
waiter, I downed its contents in two gulps. I wasn’t aiming to get drunk; I
simply needed some liquid courage, and hoped it would silence the righteous
voice screaming in my head.
Meandering toward the back of the gallery, I caught
Joshua glancing my way while he chatted with his fans. It was impossible to
miss the lustful flicker in his eyes or the knowing smile adorning his erotic
mouth. Anticipation had those damn butterflies dipping and swooping in a
gut-churning freefall. Turning away from his enticing glimpses, I once again
found myself staring at the alluring woman on her knees. Just as before, she
held me hostage while my tattered and bruised submission stirred to life.
“You please me, girl,
and make me happy.” The familiar voice from long ago echoed in my head,
dragging with it the warmth of pleasing a Master.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I clenched my jaw as my body
grew taut. No. He
I’m going to capture your beauty in clay.” He skimmed a single finger up my
cheek, sending a tremor of excitement rippling through me. “You’re so damn
beautiful. I can already feel you coming to life beneath my fingers.”
Images of dissolving beneath his masterful hands
flickered through my brain. The erotic visuals, coupled with the champagne,
melted all my inhibitions away. Acting on impulse, I leaned in and kissed him.
Joshua started, but didn’t pull back. Instead he cupped a hand around my nape,
he laid siege to my mouth and stripped away my attempted control. He brushed
his tongue over the seam of my lips, enticing me to yield beneath the kiss.
Opening, I let him in as a voice inside from long ago sighed a contented ‘yes.’
Joshua sucked in an energized breath so deep it stole
the air from my lungs. Empowered by my surrender, his kiss turned urgent and
demanding. Our tongues dueled in a frantic dance as he slid his hand from my
neck and palmed my aching breast. Swallowing my soft moans, he gently brushed a
thumb over my turgid nipple. Gripping the jacket of his tuxedo in my fists, I
held on as he ate at me like a hungry animal.
Abruptly Joshua
pulled back, and in the moonlight I saw the gravity of desire blazing in his
eyes.
“I want you in my bed, Mellie,” he whispered in a
raspy, edgy rumble.
Jerking his head upright, he blinked, seemingly
startled by his confession. Joshua scrubbed a hand through his golden hair, and
exhaled a deep sigh. “Christ, you must think I’m a bastard. One kiss and—”
“No,” I blurted out. “You’re not… yes. Take me to
bed.”
What the hell are you
doing? You don’t even know this guy. He’s not even asked you out to dinner, and
you’re going to fuck him? You know what’s going to happen after. Right? Shame, remorse, and guilt. Tons and tons of guilt. Remember what happened the first
time you thought you could handle a one-night stand? For the love of god, don’t
be stupid and set yourself up for that mental shit-storm again.
A sensual smile tugged one corner of his mouth, effectively
wiping away the reprimanding voice in my head, and all my rationale. Leaping
from the bench as if he’d just won a trip to Tahiti, he clasped his hand in
mine. Pulling me to my feet, Joshua all but dragged me across the stone walkway
and back inside the gallery.
Bending close to my ear, his warm breath had me biting
back a moan. “I have to mingle for a few minutes. Don’t leave.”
“I won’t,” I murmured, turning to gaze into his
twinkling green eyes.
“Good girl,” he whispered. Flashing me a quick wink,
he hurried away.
My pussy fluttered at his praise and I swallowed the
lump of lust lodged in my throat.
You’re really going to
do it again, aren’t you? You’re going to wish you hadn’t when you’re crying and
beating yourself up, feeling like a ten cent whore...again.
Lifting a flute of champagne off the tray of a passing
waiter, I downed its contents in two gulps. I wasn’t aiming to get drunk; I
simply needed some liquid courage, and hoped it would silence the righteous
voice screaming in my head.
Meandering toward the back of the gallery, I caught
Joshua glancing my way while he chatted with his fans. It was impossible to
miss the lustful flicker in his eyes or the knowing smile adorning his erotic
mouth. Anticipation had those damn butterflies dipping and swooping in a
gut-churning freefall. Turning away from his enticing glimpses, I once again
found myself staring at the alluring woman on her knees. Just as before, she
held me hostage while my tattered and bruised submission stirred to life.
“You please me, girl,
and make me happy.” The familiar voice from long ago echoed in my head,
dragging with it the warmth of pleasing a Master.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I clenched my jaw as my body
grew taut. No. He
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