Chapter Twenty-Eight
Reagan
The wine and the conversation had warmed me up, and I was having the best evening with Josh. I could see that he was at the end of the cooking process, and I couldn’t help but ask if he wanted to kill some time while the food cooked. It wasn’t like me to be so forward, but I had no control when I was with Josh. And ever since I’d arrived I’d been desperate for more of him. He’d kissed me at the start of the night, but we’d forced ourselves to pull away. But I couldn’t take it anymore. I chuckled as he put his glass of wine down and walked straight over to me. I could see from the look in his eyes that he wanted me too.
“I’ve got an idea too,” he said.
I chuckled. “Oh yeah, what’s that?”
I gasped as he slid his hand up my shirt and leaned in to suck my neck. He pulled away and smiled at me.
“How about we give the bed a try this time?”
“From the sofa, to the desk, to the bed? Yeah, that sounds about as unconventional as we’ve been so far,” I said.
“Come on, then,” he took my hand, and we walked to his bedroom. We weren’t in there for more than a few seconds and we were already in each other’s arms. He held onto me and kissed me with so much passion I thought I was going to faint. I pulled away.
“I need to get on that bed before I fall over. Josh, you’re the most amazing kisser in the world,” I said.
He smiled. “Finally, she says something nice about me.”
“What? I said you were perfect earlier.”
“That’s when you wanted brownies.”
“I still want brownies,” I said.
He laughed. “I don’t care what you want. I want you.”
We both wanted each other so badly that we didn’t seem to bother too much with the foreplay. Instead, he took off his clothes, and I took off mine, and we both fell to the bed.
“How are you this beautiful?” he said as he pulled me up on top of him.
I moved down and put him inside my mouth, sucking him until he was hard and ready for me. I worked my mouth up and down, swirling my tongue around his shaft while I sucked him. I waited until he was just about to come before pulling away. I climbed off the bed, and he groaned and told me to come back.
“Condom?” I asked. I was proud of myself for even remembering.
“First drawer,” he said and pointed to the bedside table. He looked desperate for me to get back, so I rushed over, grabbed a condom, and took it out the wrapper. I put it on him and slowly sat back on top of him. I was wet from excitement, and he slid easily inside me. I was my turn to groan.
I leaned down over him and sucked gently on his neck as I rocked. He had his hand on my waist as if he didn’t want to let me go. It scared me a little, this feeling that I had when I was with him. This didn’t just feel like sex. Usually, with sex, I could detach myself from the person that I was doing it with. It was about the act and not about the emotions. But this was different, and as I rocked over him, and felt him hard inside me, I felt myself lose control all over again. Suddenly he held on tighter and flipped me over so that he was now the one on top. He stayed inside me and smiled down at me. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in closer, and as he began to thrust, I knew I was going to come within seconds. I closed my eyes, bit my lip, and allowed the ecstasy to take over me.
“You are beautiful, Reagan. Just beautiful.”
I smiled. “Ah, usually men say these things before they get the women into bed, not after.”
“Well, I’m not like most men.”
“You certainly are not.”
“And anyway, I’m doing that so that we can do it all over again later.”
“Ah, I see, forward thinking. I like it.”
He pulled me in and kissed me on the forehead. We stayed like that for a while, neither of us saying anything. The blanket was over us, and with the warmth of his body next to me, I found myself slowly drifting off.
I’m not sure what made me wake up, but when I did it was with a start.
“Josh! Wake up.”
Josh opened his eyes and looked around in a panic.
“What? What’s going on?”
I started laughing. “We fell asleep. The food.”
“Oh no!” he said and jumped out. I chuckled as I heard him running to the kitchen.
He came back running with a grin on his face, and the sight of his naked body standing at the doorway made me get excited all over again.
“All fine! Thankfully I had it on a very low heat. We were probably five minutes away from it burning, though. So you saved us.”
“Thank goodness. I’m starving,” I said and climbed out of bed. I looked around for my clothes, which were scattered all around the room, and groaned. “I really should’ve gone home first to get changed. The last thing I want is to get into my work clothes again.”
Josh threw me one of his t-shirts. “Here, wear this.”
“Your t-shirt?”
“Sure, why not? It’s just you and I here. Plus, I think you’ll look better than me in it.”
I put on my underwear and then pulled the t-shirt over my head. It was far too big for me and looked more like a loose dress. I chuckled as I looked in the mirror.
“Fits me perfectly,” I said.
Josh grinned. “I knew it would better on you. Come on, let’s go downstairs and have dinner. If I stand here any longer, I’m just going to pull you back into bed again.”
“If I wasn’t so hungry, I’d let you do it,” I said.
We made our way downstairs to the kitchen and sat down to eat. After our session in bed, we were both ravenous, and the food was delicious.
“I can’t believe how good this is. Not to insult you or anything, but I didn’t think it would be as good as it is.”
“I think you’re just hungry. But I’ll take the compliment.”
“So, what’s the lowdown on brownie situation? You promised me some when we finished the food, but I have not seen you make them yet.”
He laughed. “I never go back on my promises. However, I’ll have you know that I have no idea how to bake. I’ve never made brownies before in my life.”
“So you lied!” I exclaimed in mock horror.
“Well, a little. But a promise is a promise. I might not know how to make brownies, but I do know how to buy them from the shop and heat them up. And trust me, they’re better heated.”
I laughed. “You’re a genius.”
“So you accept my store-bought brownies?”
“Throw in a cup of coffee, and I’m good. In fact, I’ll even reward you later.”
“Oh yeah? Wow, this is a great deal.”
We spent the next two hours eating, laughing, and talking about everything under the sun, anything except work. It was nice to see such a fun side to Josh, and he really was nothing like the man that I had watched on TV. Sure, he was cocky, but it was all in good fun. After a busy month together, it was easy to say that this was the best night we’d had in a long time. I felt more relaxed and happier than ever before.
High on sugar and happiness, we ended the night off back in bed. This time, we made love slowly and passionately. We took the time to savor each other’s bodies and got to know every single element of each other on a more personal level. I almost fell asleep again afterward, but remembered just in time that I should probably go home. I was just about to get out of bed and get changed when Josh took my arm and stopped me.
“I think I should go,” I said. “I had the best night, Josh. This is just what I needed.”
He smiled. “You know, you really don’t have to go. It’s Saturday tomorrow, and I don’t have anywhere that I need to be. And it’s late, and I don’t like the thought of you driving back now. You’re already in bed with me. Sleep over, and if you’re lucky, you might even get brownies for breakfast.”
I grinned at him. I knew that I probably shouldn’t stay over. I was starting to have real feelings for this guy. But he was still my boss, and there was still the thought of his mother lingering in my mind. He had no idea that I had hired a private investigator to dig up information on him. I’d left it so long now, and gotten too close to him. I was sure that if he were to find out, he would hate me for it. I didn’t know what to do. But when I looked down at his smiling face, I couldn’t help but push all those thoughts aside. The thought of spending an entire night and the whole next morning with him was way too appealing to ignore.
“Well, I don’t actually have any food in my kitchen at home. And brownies do sound very appealing to me.”
“So you’re only staying for the food?” he said.
I chuckled and crawled back under the comforter with him.
“Oh yes,” I said. “Only for the food.”