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  I close my eyes, and I can feel his big soapy hands rubbing deliciously over my body, slow and intentional as he moves from the fold of my breasts down my waist between my thighs, leaving me vulnerable, wanted, breathless, and a thousand other feelings I’m not able to put into words.

  Being away from him is so freaking impossibly hard. Since I met Josh my life has changed so unexpectedly that I have to pinch myself to be sure that it’s real. Going from sitting in my room with an empty diary staring out the window wishing I had my old life back to filling up the pages with more feeling and emotion than I ever thought I’d ever experience in my life.

  Now, my day revolves around his nightly calls. He said he’d come and see me as soon as he could and even though he didn’t say much about what’s going on I could tell that it’s making him anxious.

  Ben tolerates Josh for my sake, but I knew he was waiting for something to happen, to go wrong, which made me even more determent to prove him wrong. I guess he’ll always be looking out for me, and that isn’t a bad thing. The truth is I know very little about Josh’s life. He shows me the parts that he feels comfortable sharing with me, but there is so much more that he keeps to himself.

  He knows someone who has an apartment available in Seattle and arranges for Alice to stay there until she can find a place closer to work. With less than a week before she leaves for Seattle, Alice is in her own little bubble and not very good company. Last night at dinner when I asked her if everything is okay she started crying. Now that it looks like they actually have a shot at this thing, she is moving away. She was still hopeful but the reality was just too hard for her to face.

  I finished my last assignment, which kept my mind occupied for short periods. Thursday afternoon Ben showed up at my house. He looked like crap. He said he had been out in the park, taking on extra shifts as the guy who worked with him recently got married for a second time and took his wife to Las Vegas for a honeymoon. I think he is trying to avoid dealing with his feelings.

  Alice came around with pizza, and we all sat in the lounge eating in silence. Alice scooted in underneath Ben’s arm as he stared at the television. He gave her a peck on the top of her head, and my heart melted. Ben said he’d drive up on Saturday and spend the night and then the two of us could come back home Sunday evening.

  ~Friday morning~

  Alice called to say Ben was taking the car for a checkup before she leaves. He was very sweet and brought her a coffee, and they had a good talk. They were going to try and see each other more often, see how it goes. She is even considering asking her boss for her old job back, but Ben forbid her to.

  My stomach is in knots knowing I’ll be seeing Josh in twenty-four hours. It is hard to gauge his feelings on the phone, and I can’t shake the little devil on my shoulder telling me that whatever is going on between us can never work, but I am beyond any salvation at this stage. I am ruined for any other man.

  Chapter 22

  ~Josh~

  Saturday morning

  My phone buzzes.

  Sophie: Busy packing, can’t wait to see you later tonight! X

  Josh: Me too baby. See you soon.

  Sophie: Miss you X

  I stare at the phone in my hand, not sure what to do next. I feel like a fucking villain. She is pouring her heart into this, and I am sweating just sending an x. I have to get my shit sorted out before I lose the only good thing that’s happened to me in a fucking long time.

  I look up at the ceiling fan when the sound of 6-inch heels brings my eyes back to Earth. Megan Stadler walks into the classy lounge and every fucking guy with a dick turns and drools. She gave me my first blowjob when I was fifteen in the back of my father’s Mustang, and then proceeded to fuck me senseless.

  She promised me that was the first and last time I would ever have her, and she wasn’t fucking kidding. I’ve tried on various occasions throughout the years to get it on with her, but she just waves her long manicured finger at me and reminds me of her promise. Megan is a year older than me. Her daddy is one of the richest Art Gallery Owners in Seattle and doesn’t deny her anything his money can buy. Her soft perfume overwhelms my already sensitive cock.

  “You look ravishing, as always.” I kiss her on the cheek.

  She gives me a knowing smile and sits her tight little ass in the chair

  “I’m not bailing you out or pretending to be your girlfriend Roxwell,” she says.

  I sit back. “I would never ask you to do that.”

  She looks at me, her eyes narrow green slits.

  “Why are you in such a good mood?” she lifts the flute glass and takes a sip of champagne. Megan drinks champagne no matter what time of day.

  “I’ve met someone.”

  She tips her glass and bites down on that blood-red bottom lip. “Okay, where’s Josh and what have you done with him?”

  I shrug and lift the glass to my lips.

  She sits back and flicks her crow black hair over her shoulder. “You’re fucking serious?”

  “Yep.”

  Megan crosses her long legs, “Are you going to die in like three months or something? You’re really freaking me out right now.”

  She’s the only one who knows every fucking thing, even more than Ben. She’s seen all my sides, the good, the bad, and the fucking ugly. She is the only woman that I don’t have to pretend to be something I am not around. She wants nothing of me and she doesn’t judge me…‌too harshly.

  She lifts her left hand where a rock hugs her middle finger. “Do you have to get married?”

  Her question hangs in the air for a moment before I answer, “I don’t have to do anything, you know that.”

  She smiles. “Well then I’m happy for you. God knows you deserve it.”

  “Thank you.” I tip the glass to my lips, and we just stare at each other as if trying to pick each other’s brains in silence.

  “So did you find him?” She blinks slowly.

  “A few weeks ago…‌mother had an investigator find him after he left that night. He went back to Port Angeles where his drunk-ass father lives. He’s been there ever since.”

  She uncrossed her legs giving me a glimpse of her tanned inner thigh, and then crossed it again and took a sip of her champagne.

  “Someone at the gas station told me that this girl would know where he is directed me to the house. The moment I laid eyes on him I knew nothing had changed. He still blames me for Lilly, for not going to check on her, for being drunk and not knowing she was up there with Colby. “The heaviness settles on my chest and I take a long sip. Megan puts the glass down on the edge of the table, and the waiter rushes over and refills it

  “You can’t keep blaming yourself Rox. Ben loved her like a sister, like you did. What happened is an awful tragedy Rox, but one you need to let go of otherwise it’s going to consume you.” She pauses for a moment “Have you sold the house?”

  “No, but I guess I’ll have to sooner than later.”

  “You need to let go of it, Rox. There are too many memories, and for God’s sake, stop obsessing about making Colby pay. You’re the only one paying, Rox. He’s out there, living his life, however fucked up it may be, it’s time you do the same.”

  Chapter 23

  The short flight to Seattle feels like it is never going to end. Alice puts her earphones in and takes a nap, but I keep replaying a list of devastating scenarios over and over in my mind. I can’t help but feel that it’s just a matter of time before everything falls apart. Ben’s probably right, being with Josh isn’t good for me, but he’s the only one I want.

  The moment I see him standing in the lounge I give in to the inevitable and run. Alice talks to me, but I have not heard a word she said. He smiles and opens his arms catching me as I drop my bags to the floor and slam my legs around his waist.

  “Baby.” His hands cup my ass as my lips crush his. Shit I’ve missed this man. I can feel my insides clench up as our tongues ro
ll with each other.

  “I’ve missed you so much.” My fingers fist in his hair.

  He pulls away, and I see Alice stand next to him. “Sorry guys.”

  Josh lets me down, and I climb underneath his arm. He smells so good I feel like I want to climb right into his chest and curl up there for the rest of the week. “Welcome to Seattle,” he says to her.

  “I hope you don’t mind, but I got a taxi to take you to the apartment. It’s all set up for you.”

  She looks at me with wide eyes, speechless. It takes quite a bit to get Alice speechless.

  “Wow, Josh, thanks I don’t know what to say. How am I going to repay you?”

  He looks down at me with those dark stormy eyes. “You can let me take this pretty girl home with me tonight.”

  My heart stops. My eyes dart to Alice. Shit. I really want to go with him, but I feel bad leaving her alone in a strange apartment on her first night in Seattle. I step out and open my mouth to protest, but she stops me before I can.

  “I’ll be fine, you go, have fun.”

  We walk out of the airport and see Alice off at the executive cab waiting out front. I give her a hug and a kiss before she is swept away. Josh turns to me with a wicked glint in his eyes. “Let’s go home baby, I’m starved.”

  “Oh, I’m not really that hungry,” I say from underneath his arm.

  His brow cocks slightly looking at me. “I’m not talking about food.”

  Gulp. Oh boy.

  Forty-five minutes later the Camaro pulls up in front of big black iron gates. Josh presses a button on his keys, and the gates roll open. We drive down to a house sitting on the edge of a cliff. The sleek lines of the white walls and tinted black glass perch on the edge overlooking the moonlit ocean.

  He parks in the front, gets out and walks around to open my door. My heart beats faster as he leads me up the stairs to the majestic wooden front door. The electricity between us is static as he follows behind me into the large open foyer. He flicks a switch, and the whole area floods with light.

  “Make yourself at home,” he whispers in my ear.

  I stand as if I’m planted, just taking it all in. The next level is an open plan lounge with a black piano sitting on the farthest end by the wall of glass dividing the space from the ocean below. The furniture is simple and elegant, large black leather chairs, a low coffee table, and a fireplace of glass separating the kitchen and the lounge area. The kitchen is all black and steel. I run my fingers along the black granite top. I bet he has never prepared a meal in this kitchen; it’s spotless.

  “Wow, it’s beautiful.” I breathe in the ocean air as the one glass wall slowly slides into the other. He takes my hand, and we walk outside onto the monster patio area to the glass barrier where he stands behind me with his arms wrapped around me.

  I turn my head to the side as his lips nibble my ear, and then move down to my neck, and just like that, the air between us turns static.

  His hands slide down to my hips then over my ass and in between my legs, “I need you baby.”

  My insides tug as he sweeps me up into his steel arms and carries me inside where he lowers me to my feet near the shiny black piano.

  With his eyes pinned on mine, his hands move the edge of my top, then he pulls it over my head, letting it drop at my feet. He proceeds to undress me torturously slow, kissing every inch of my quivering limbs, until I stand naked in front of him.

  My chest falls hard as his fingers trace all along my shoulder and down to the full curve of my breast. My whole body is covered in goose bumps as his hand glides down between my legs, his fingers run over my throbbing pussy. My legs are weak as I reach back to lean on the edge of the piano, but his one hand clamps around my wrist, and he swings me around.

  “Lean forward,” he says in a raspy voice.

  My skin feels feverish against the cold surface as I lean over, my nipples pressing against the hard surface. His hand runs back up my ass, palming my cheeks as his fingers graze so close to the wet triangle between my legs.

  His fingers slip in underneath the thin straps of my thong, tugging at them. He rips them from my body and I am buzzing as his breath warms the dimples on my lower back, “Spread your legs.”

  I turn my head to the side, panting as I see him on his knees behind me, and then, an explosion as his stubbly jaw grazes my tender thighs. I feel my juices flowing when his hot breath blows on my sensitive clit.

  I clench my fists, desperate for relief, but there’s none. “Josh, please” I pant, wriggling against the side of the piano, but his hands hold me firmly in place as he starts to suck, lick, and dive into my aching core with his tongue. My body feels as if it’s going to explode, as I push back against his mouth, craving more of him.

  Through the haze of intoxicating lust, I hear the buckle of his belt and his zipper, then the sound of foil ripping as my hands move down between my legs, but he grabs my wrists and pulls my hands up above my head leaning over me.

  “Baby, if you touch yourself I’m gonna blow.” he says in a low husky whisper.

  I can feel his hard muscles against my burning skin. His cock slides up and down over my aching wet core, taunting and teasing me as I roll my hips begging him to take me.

  “I need you inside of me.” I plead.

  His one hand reaches down in front of my throbbing pussy, slipping two fingers into me. The relief is almost overwhelming as I push back hard against his hand. I can feel his erection pressing against me as his fingers move in and out, quickly bringing me to climax. Then, just as I am ready to explode he flips me around, lifting me on top of the piano.

  “Lay back baby, lift your legs up here.” He guides my quivering limbs up against his chest before letting the tip of his cock push into me. I bite into my fist; ready to scream out, as he pulls back then pushes back in again, this time deeper, building a steady rhythm. With his hands around my ankles, he holds me in place as he pounds into me, his dark eyes locked on mine, his jaw tight. My eyes trace over his tan taut muscles, flexing with each thrust, breaking every barrier I’ve ever had.

  Chapter 24

  ~Josh~

  My jaw clenches as she pulls me into her tight wet sheath, sucking every fucking drop from my throbbing cock. Her fingerprints on the black top as I slam into her, burn into my memory, just like the first time I made her mine. Watching the waves of ecstasy roll from her face as she reach her peak is the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen. She bites down on her lip, her body shaking in little staccato movements as she rides out her orgasm with my pulsing cock still buried deep inside of her.

  I lift her up and walk over to the couch, lying her down as I start moving slowly inside of her. I reach up and slip my thumb in between her full pink lips. Her tongue rolls around my thumb as she sucks hard before it slips out of her mouth, glistening wet. She writhes underneath me as I pull out fully then slam into her hard.

  “You’re mine, Sophie Blake” I pound harder into her tight pussy, “YOU. ARE. MINE

  “Yes…‌yes!” she cries out under her breath.

  “Say it, say your mine.”

  She looks deeply into my eyes, breath rushing, “I’m yours…I’m yours…”

  I slow the rhythm, wanting to keep me from blowing for as long as fucking possible. “Come here baby.”

  I slide her on top of me in a straddling position, my fingers run along the curve of her breasts down to hips and her tight ass. Her body glistens with sweat as she rolls her hips slow and sexy, building a steady rhythm until she rides me hard, her perfect tits bouncing with every thrust. She leans forward, and I catch her nipple in my mouth, rolling my tongue around the moist peak. She lifts her ass up, letting my cock slide out almost to the end, and then slams down on me until I explode inside of her. It’s fucking magic.

  From the reddish pink scars on her shoulder to the cupid’s bow of her lips, I have claimed every landmark on her body. She’s given me her most precious pos
session, not just her virginity, but her heart.

  Everything I thought was important up until this moment lay crumbled on the floor. She is the only one I want to do right by, the one who has given me a second chance to live.

  Chapter 25

  Eggs Benedict has never tasted this good. I look down at myself sitting at the table, wearing Josh’s white shirt with nothing underneath. He is standing by the fridge with orange juice in his hand, his eyes on me, and that panty-dropping bad boy smile.

  I take a deep breath to still the pounding of my heart against my ribcage. Being here, with him, I am his…‌only his.

  “You look flushed, angel.” He walks over and sits down next to me. His fingers run up my leg, and I feel myself unraveling…‌again.

  After the most amazing sex ever, we take a long hot shower looking over the ocean as he proceeds to wash every inch of my body, only leaving me aching for more of him. I think he does it on purpose, but I didn’t complain.

  It takes all my willpower to finish my food as his hand strokes up and down my leg. Josh is insatiable. I feel stretched, ached and raw, but I am ready for more of him.

  After breakfast, he leads me back to the bedroom where I lay in the crook of his arm as we enjoy the view. It doesn’t take long before his hand slips underneath my shirt to my breast and just like that, the air between us is static. I turn my head and his lips are on my neck, running wet kisses up to my earlobe, gently nibbling and sucking.

  I throw my head back as his hands slide down to center of my cheeks gently tugging my pussy lips open before his thick digit pushes deep inside and I clench down around him. Somewhere in my haze I hear the tearing of a condom packet.

  He holds me in place with his one arm just below my heaving boobs, his thumb circling my nipple as he hooks his finger inside of me and presses down on my g-spot. I’m about to climb the walls when he lifts me up on top of him, my legs hanging loosely around his waist. Wrapped in each other with our hearts racing, he reaches down between us and takes himself in hand positioning his glistening head at my wet entrance. My fingers dig into the ribbons of muscles on his back as he starts to rock me.