“Yeah, baby,” I whisper into her ear. “Here we go.”
She bites my finger. “Fuck. Oh, Josh. Oh my God.”
She buckles, almost like she’s dry heaving, and then every bit of warm, wet flesh surrounding my cock suddenly squeezes and clenches around me, like a glorious dam breaking. It feels so good, I release into her like a tsunami, slamming myself into her as I do.
The minute I’ve got my equilibrium back, I turn her around, grabher face and kiss her deeply. “I missed you, baby,” I say. “I couldn’t wait ’til Saturday to see you.”
She kisses my lips, cheeks, neck. “I’ve been going crazy all week. It’s been torture.”
I wrap my arms around her, bury my nose in her hair, and inhale. “I wish I could bottle this smell so I could sniff it whenever I’m lonely in L.A.”
“Bumble and Bumble Crème de Coco Shampoo and Conditioner,” she says. “Seventeen ninety-nine per bottle.”
I laugh.
I pull back from our embrace and zip up. “Okay ‘slut who ditches her boring date at a bar to fuck the hot bartender in the bathroom.’ What happens next? I do believe you’re supposed to slip out of the bathroom, rejoin your boring date, and never look back, right?”
Kat shrugs. “Yeah, that’s what the script says.” She tilts her head. “But there’s no fucking way I’m letting you go back in there and serve that bitch another drink.”
I laugh. “So I take it we’re changing the script?” I say.
“Damn straight we are,” she says.
I smirk. “How ’bout this? What if the bartender goes out there and quits his job because he can’t stand the thought of you leaving here to fuck that other guy? And what if he does it right in front of the woman who was hitting on him all night?”
Her face lights up. “Oh, I like that ending to the porno a whole lot better.”
“Yeah, except now it’s not a porno—it’s a fucking rom-com.”
She smiles. “When Josh Met Kat.”
I return her smile. “So, hey, I should tell you. Jonas and I are waking up at chicken-thirty tomorrow morning to go climbing for the day. I’ll take you home, see your place—but then I’m gonna stay at Jonas’ tonight since we’re heading out before sunrise, okay?”
“That’s cool with me. I’ve got to work tomorrow, anyway.”
“When are you gonna quit your job already, you puss? I told you I’ll help you.”
She makes a face.
“What are you waiting for, PG?”
She considers for a beat and then nods decisively. “You know what? You’re right. Fuck it. I’ll quit tomorrow.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. YOLO, right?”
“Damn straight.”
“Starting my own business can’t be that hard, right? I’m smart. I can do it. If I fail, I’ll just pick myself back up.”
“Atta girl.”
There’s a beat.
Damn, she’s gorgeous.
“Hey, Jonas’ house is really close, right?” she asks.
