I laugh with him. “I was wondering why you didn’t take your shirt off during the Bridgette thing—I just thought you were being extra careful not to piss me off.”
Josh laughs. “Well, yeah, that, too.”
“Thank you so much,” I say, running my fingers through Josh’s hair. “The tattoo is incredible. I love it.”
“My supreme pleasure.” He kisses me.
Damn, my clit is throbbing like crazy. I do believe this man’s about to get lucky again.
“So, Madame Terrorist,” Josh says, pulling away from our kiss. “Do you concede?”
I raise an eyebrow. “Concede?”
“Yeah. Do you admit my tattoo empirically proves I was gonna tell you I love you, whether or not you arranged the Bridgette thing?”
I squint at him.
“Well?” he asks, a smug smile dancing on his lips.
My nostrils involuntarily flare.
“You’re seriously gonna be Stubborn Kat about this?” he asks.
I smash my lips together and narrow my eyes further.
Josh shakes his head. “You’re such a little terrorist. You know full well this tattoo proves I would have—”
I place my fingertip on Josh’s lips, shushing him. “Josh,” I whisper seductively.
He abruptly stops talking.
“In the big picture, it really doesn’t matter who’s right and who’s wrong, now does it?”
“It doesn’t matter? Ha! I’ve finally got Stubborn Kat dead to rights for once in my life.”
“Josh,” I coo quietly, shushing him again.
He shoots me a wicked smirk. “What?”
I lick my lips. “What’s the cardinal rule for bagging a babe?” I ask, reaching underneath the sheet and sliding my fingers down his abs to his penis. “What’s the most important thing I taught you and Henn about bagging a babe?”
Josh’s cock instantly responds to my touch. A lascivious smile spreads across his gorgeous face. “Oh,” he says.
“What’s the rule, Playboy?” I whisper, skimming my lips against his, sliding my hand up and down his thickening shaft.
Josh smiles into my lips. “Ask yourself, ‘Is what I’m about to say more or less likely to get me a blowjob?’” He presses his pelvis forward and his hard-on presses emphatically into my palm. “‘If the answer’s yes, then proceed—and if not, then shut the fuck up.’”
I nod slowly. “So, based on that one simple rule, what do you think you should do right now?”
Josh smiles. “Shut the fuck up.”
“Give that man a salami,” I say. I touch the tip of his erection and swirl my finger around and around. “And to answer your question,” I whisper. “Yes, I’m gonna be Stubborn Kat about this. Surprise, surprise.” I shoot him a naughty smile. “But I truly don’t think you’ll mind.”
Josh nods, but, smartly, doesn’t say a word.
“Congratulations, baby,” I whisper, biting my lip. “I do believe you just bagged yourself a babe.”
Josh’s hard-on twitches in my hand.
