“What?”
“A shitload of money, too. But it’s okay because I’m a mill-i-on-aire, so I can afford it—money well spent.”
“You’re joking, right?”
“No.”
“Bridgette?” He scowls. “Kat, she’s not human. She’s got no heart.”
“Which makes her perfect for the job of being our window dressing. I’m not gonna bring some wonderful woman with a heart of gold into our bed who’s gonna make you fall head over heels in love with her.”
Josh rolls his eyes in complete exasperation. “There’s no danger of me falling in love with anyone else, Kat.” He opens and closes his mouth in rapid succession, apparently contemplating saying more, but nothing comes out.
Oh my effing God.Because I’m in love with you.That’s what Josh was about to say—there’s no doubt in my mind.Come on, Josh,I think.Just say it.
But Josh remains mute.
I exhale, resigned. I’m obviously gonna need a lot of lube to extract those damned words from Josh’s vocal cords—lube in theform of a certain lesbo-fantasy. “So you wanna watch me get it on with Bridgette or not?” I ask. “Should I ask the poor girl to leave?”
“You sure about this?” Josh asks.
“I’m positive.YOLO.” I wink.
Josh grins. “You’re seriously the perfect woman.”
“Yeah, I know.” I look at my watch. “Well, if we’re gonna do this, then we’d better get in there. Bridgette said if we don’t come back within five minutes, she’s leaving and it’s already been six minutes.”
“You’re not actually trying to manipulate me into ‘absconding’ with you, are you?”
“No, I told you—I’m being sincere. I want you to let your inner sick fuck out—no holds barred.”
“And you’re feeling up to it?” He gently touches my stomach, making my entire body twitch with excitement.
“Yeah. I’m feeling much better these days. Still sick now and again, but a lot better.”
“And it’s safe?”
I nod. “The doctor said sex is just fine.” I press myself into him. “So, it’s decision time. Are you in or out, Playboy?”
Josh touches the indentation in my chin with his fingertip and then licks it with a sensuous flicker of his tongue. “I’m all-in, Party Girl. Let’s do it.”
Nineteen
Josh
“Here you go,” Bridgette says, handing me a glass filled with tequila and an opened bottle of Patron.
“Thanks,” I say. I put the bottle on a little table next to me, lean back in my armchair, and shift my dick in my pants, my eyes fixed on Kat. She’s sitting on the edge of the bed in her bra and panties, her body visibly trembling, her skin covered in goose bumps.
“Can I put some music on?” Bridgette asks.
I nod and Bridgette leaves the room, striding away confidently on her impossibly long legs.
Kat and I stare at each other, both our chests heaving.
Have Kat’s tits always been this perfect? And that belly ring of hers—damn, it slays me. The way her blonde hair falls around her shoulders... I can’t get enough of her. I swig the tequila in my glass and shift my dick in my pants again.
“Sugar” by Maroon Five begins blaring—not at all what I would have picked—this song’s the musical equivalent of a fucking chick flick. But Kat’s exuberant face makes it clear she’s thrilled with the song choice and that’s good enough for me.
