But before I can move or react beyond screaming in terror, the blackened figure grabs my hand and places something in my palm. I look down, my throat burning and my hand trembling.A poker chip.Holy shitballs. Every single drop of blood in my body whooshes into my crotch, all at once. Is it possible to have a heart attack and orgasm at the same time?
I look back up at the menacing figure in the ski mask, but before I can react further, he wraps me into a stifling bear hug, sending the unmistakable scent of Josh’s cologne into my nostrils.
“No!” I shout, wiggling and squirming in my deliciously scented attacker’s arms. “Let me go!”
But the brute won’t be deterred. He grabs my wrists roughly and slaps soft cuffs on them, immobilizing me with his strong arms as he does.
“No!” I shout again, trying desperately to free myself from the dreaded cuffs. “Let me go!” I squirm and writhe with all my might, but, goddammit, I can’t free myself from my bindings or my attacker’s strong arms. (Yay!)
“No,” I choke out, even though every fiber of my body wants to yell, “Yes, yes, yes!”
I feel something slipping over the top my head and then over my eyes (soft satin!) and suddenly everything goes completely black.
“Let me go!” I yell. “Right now!”
But the horrible man—or dare I say, thehorriblysexy man?—doesn’t stop. He lifts me completely off the ground, crushing my body against his, and, in a flash, I feel myself being carried out of the bathroom in long, delicious, cologne-infused strides.
“Please,” I whimper. “Let me go.”
He doesn’t reply. He’s carrying me in loping movements. I nuzzle my face into him and breathe in his sexy scent, my clit burning with intense arousal. This is incredible.
“Who are you? Why are you here?” I shout. Oh, God, he smells good. I’m already twitching with desire.
I hear a door opening. The sound of shoes on hard cement. There’s the sound of a car door opening followed by the sensation of my body being laid down in an extremely small space. Oh fuck, no—Josh isn’t putting me in the trunk of his car, is he? Oh shit.
“From Justin to Kelly!” I shriek.
His movement freezes.
“You’re not putting me in the trunk of a car, are you?”
“No, babe,” Josh’s voice says soothingly. “I’m laying you down in the backseat of my Beemer.”
I exhale. “Oh, okay. Whew. I get really claustrophobic—I should have mentioned that.”
“Babe, I’d never put you in the trunk of a car. You could get hurt.”
I exhale. “Okay. Whew.”
“Babe. Come on. I’ll never risk your safety.”
I exhale with relief again. “Okay. Good. Thank you. Proceed.”
“You okay?”
“Yeah. I’m great.” I grin. “This is so awesome, Josh. Oh my God. When you burst into the bathroom, I had a freaking heart attack.”
He laughs. “You should have seen the look on your face. Sorry if I scared you.”
“No, no, it was a good kind of scared. I loved it. My panties are already soaked—or, then again, maybe that’s pee.”
He laughs. “Okay, you ready to keep going now?”
“Yeah. Sorry I pulled the safe word so fast. I won’t do it again.”
“No, no. Use the safe word as much as you need. That’s what it’s for. I never want you to be scared. This is supposed to be fun.”
I exhale. “Okay. Thanks.”
