“You’re doing the lip thing,” Josh says once the credits roll. “What are you thinking about?”
“Just stuff.”
“Want to discuss how we move forward again? We can give up on the giving ourselves a break. Get our imaginary project plan out, as Heath would say. Fuck, I love his sarcasm.”
I shake my head. “Not yet. There isn’t anything there to discuss.”
He pulls me closer, and I mould into his side, lovely and safe. This silence isn’t scary, or awkward, it’s natural.Home.I’m me here. Loved for me. Both Ella and Holly.
Josh enforces that with anI love you, baby. I’d have taken the pain off you and carried the load myself every step of the way, if I could have.
I kiss him in response. A thanks without speaking it aloud. It’s already been said enough. My roundabout ofsorryandthanksis over.
Now is a time for joy, I tell myself.
I close my eyes and switch my focus.
We have Heath booked in again in just one week’s time, and some exciting proposals in the meantime. And at home we have this. Us.
It’s more than enough to be happy about. It’s incredible. Amazing. A thing of pure dreams, and I’m the luckiest girl in the whole goddamn world.
I’d be shouting it from the rooftops, if I could.
“Josh?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I’m ready for another round.”
My gorgeous boyfriend chuckles. “You serious?”
“Deadly.” I reach for his crotch and give it a squeeze. “Come fuck me.”
“Thought you’d never ask,” he says.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
User 2813. Male. 34.
I can’t wait to see what a hot fucking chick you are in the flesh.
Show me what you can do, girl. I’ll leave the specifics in your scarlet nailed hands.
Proposal duration: 10 hours.
Proposal price: £100,000.
One hundred fucking grand!
Jesus Christ, this one is going to be a hell of a stormer in my bank account, and no doubt one in the bedroom.
“I’m nervous,” I say to Josh as I get ready to leave. “It’s easier when the client selects from the menu themselves, isn’t it? Especially when they’re paying such an absolute fortune for it. I mean, what does he want? Shall I go in there and beg for bondage? For him to whip me senseless? Does he want me to do that in reverse? Does he want me to plug myself up with a trafficcone? Urgh.” I laugh, hitching my tits in my black latex dress. “It’s like going for an exam when you haven’t been given the revision guide. And it’s a mega one, with that kind of cash on the table. That’s founders’ level.”
“That doesn’t matter for shit. You’ll rock it, baby,” Josh says. “You don’t need a revision guide. You’re a professional. A hardcorer with a rating that speaks for itself.”
“Guess we’ll find out what grade I hit when the review comes in.”
“You’ll hit a five starrer. I know it.”
