Chapter 11
Natasha
Who in god’s name would want to be saved from the fire I have just had for the last four hours? I was right. The man is a frigging Lamborghini, either that or a sex god from another planet. I smile into his chest as we sit on the bottom of my shower, both too exhausted to get up.
“Up, Presh,” he whispers. “You’re falling asleep.”
“Mmmm,” I groan. I don’t want to get up.
He kisses me on the forehead. “Come on.” He helps me off his lap.
I slowly stand and he helps me out of the shower and wraps me in a towel, cuddling me in an embrace like a child.
His lips gently kiss my temple as he whispers, “I’m sorry, beautiful.
I’ve been hard on you tonight, you make me lose my head and I can’t stop. ” He continues to dry me.
“Mmm,” I answer again, too exhausted to open my eyes. My head is resting on his shoulder. “Be as hard on me as you want. My body is yours for nine weeks, remember,” I mumble.
I can feel him smile into my neck. “Careful, keep talking like that and you will be on your knees again.” He kisses my neck with an open mouth.
I don’t even have the strength to open my eyes to see if he’s serious.
He picks me up like a bride and carries me to bed.
He slowly removes the towel and lays me down as he snuggles in behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, then he gently starts to trail kisses across my shoulder and up my neck.
As I slip into an orgasm-induced coma, I hear him whisper the words, “I fucking adore you, Natasha.”
When I wake up, he is gone.
Joshua
“Cabin crew, cross-check.”
I look out the window to my left as my private plane hurtles to take off down the runway.
I glance at my watch—6:00 a.m. She will be waking up soon.
I run the side of my pointer back and forward over my lip and close my eyes as disgust twists my gut.
What a dog act, sneaking out in the middle of the night.
She’s going to fucking hate me, and who could blame her? I run both my hands through my hair.
“Can I get you some breakfast, Mr. Stanton?” The blond stewardess is overattentive. She has been fawning all over me since I got on the damn plane.
“No, I will just have a Cointreau and ice. Actually, make it a double.” I glare at her, silently telling her to back the hell off. She looks shocked and immediately nods and leaves me alone. I look over to see Adrian narrow his eyes at me.
“What?” I snap. He shakes his head and looks back out his window opposite me, his annoyance apparent.
I am not in the mood for his shit today.
If I want to drink Cointreau for breakfast, then I fucking will.
I don’t need another mother telling me what to do.
The one I’ve got is enough of a nightmare.
I glance at my watch again—6:25 a.m. I strum my fingers on my table.
I’m so worked up I don’t think I can sit on this plane all the way to Melbourne.
I stand and walk up the end of the aisle and turn and put my hands on the back of the two opposite aisle seats.
With only fifteen people on board for the meeting we have with the Australian Medical Board this morning, the plane is relatively empty.
I stand for a while as my mind wanders back to the night before, to Natasha.
I can’t even bear to be near my colleagues this morning.
They are just too…in my space. I check my watch again—6:40 a.m. She will be waking up soon.
I check my suit pant pockets for my phone and then my jacket pockets, shit.
I stomp back down the aisle and look on my seat for my phone.
“Lost something?” Adrian asks a little too sweetly.
“My phone,” I reply.
“Expecting a call?” he asks. He holds my phone up as he smiles at Ben.
“Fuck off!” I snatch the phone off him and storm back down to the other end of the plane. I fall into the seat and rest my arm on the window base. This is a fucking nightmare, a total fucking nightmare. Last night was supposed to bring closure; instead I feel sick to my stomach.
My mind flicks back to when I woke up next to her, and I put the heels of my hands into my eye sockets. What the fuck was that about? I fucking had sex with her while she was asleep. I’ve hit a new low. I close my eyes, the memory so vivid it is forever burned into my brain.
I woke up to the feel of her gentle breath on my shoulder, she was on her back and my arm was draped over her stomach. I leaned up onto my elbow and flicked the lamp on so I could see the time.
What I saw instead was the exact vision of the fantasy I’ve been having for seven years. Natasha on her back and all mine. I slowly peeled the blanket back so I could drink in her beauty, absolutely fucking breathless beauty.
I remove my hand from her stomach and she gently groans and moves her hand around looking for me, then she relaxes as she finds my chest. Instantly my cock twitches.
I slowly bend to kiss her breast and instead find her erect nipple in my mouth—so fucking perfect.
She groans and her legs fall open, inviting me in.
My breath starts to quiver as I slowly run my fingers from her throat down over both her breasts down her stomach and down to her beautiful tight cunt.
She groans again and opens her legs farther apart.
I don’t believe this. She’s asleep and her body is responding to me.
This is every fucking wet dream I’ve ever had.
I wonder if I can feel my semen inside her.
I slowly sink in one finger. She groans and spreads her legs again farther apart.
Her body starts to ripple around my finger—holy fuck this woman is hot.
I add another finger and then another and her body starts to slowly pump my fingers, begging for more.
This is unbearable. Sweat is beading over my body.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so aroused in my life.
Her body starts to gently ride my fingers and her soft sighs are going straight to my cock.
Just the thought of watching her body orgasm as she sleeps is fucking with my head BIG-TIME.
Every muscle in my body is aching to be inside her, screaming at me in a deafening sound.
Her legs fall to the mattress and she moans, her body wanting more.
Her tight channel ripples around me and I groan as I put my head into my pillow trying to control myself.
Willing myself to stop. Then her words from earlier come back to haunt me.
Do what you want with my body, Joshua. It’s yours, remember.
It’s those words that tip me over the edge and I slowly rise above her.
Being as gentle as I can so as not to wake her, I ease myself in slowly.
The excess semen makes my entry easy. Her body instantly responds, and I hold myself still.
My god, this is too good to be true—she just feels too good.
My arms shake as they struggle to hold my weight.
I don’t move and instantly her body starts to contract around me, milking me and silently begging for my come.
Her breathing is labored and she moans a deep sound, one that I haven’t heard her make before, and the tingles in my balls force me to start to slowly move.
With five gentle pumps she sighs and falls spectacularly into the most beautiful orgasm I have ever witnessed and I gently follow, knowing that I am thoroughly and utterly forever ruined.
Shit, I’m aroused again at just the memory of her…and her beautiful fuckable body. I rub my temples—talk about a total mind-fuck.
“Cabin crew, prepare for descent.”
I look at my phone again—7:10 a.m. She’ll be awake by now and she will be spitting nails.
We sit in the limo en route to the hospital and I check my phone for the hundredth time this morning.
She hasn’t rung—she’s definitely pissed.
I’ve fucking blown it. It’s probably for the best as I can’t have her anyway.
What was I thinking? I rub my forehead. I’ve had enough of this day already and it’s seven o’clock in the morning.
My phone beeps a text and I scramble to check if it’s her. Adrian and Ben laugh, and my eyes snap up to them.
“Expecting a call?” Adrian smiles as he deletes the text he’s just sent me.
“Just fuck off, Adrian. I’m not in the damn mood,” I snap. “Adrian, I want you to do the presentation this morning,” I sigh as I adjust my cuff links and stare out the window. “I’m not up for it.”
He doesn’t answer. The silence is stifling, and I look up to see what they are doing.
“Josh, this is a twenty-two-million-dollar deal, you can’t not do this. What the hell is going on with you?”
“Nothing, I just haven’t slept and I’m…off.”
“Just ring her if it’s that important.”
“Her name is Natasha, and this has nothing to do with her.”
“Josh, you better get your shit together or two years of work is going down the drain, I mean it. Snap the fuck out of it.”
I rub my forehead and put my head back into the headrest.
This day just keeps getting better and better.
Three p.m.—the meeting went well, and we are having a late lunch in a bar.
The techs are on their commercial flight back to Sydney.
Ben, Adrian and I are staying in Melbourne overnight so I can see my parents, although I would rather be alone.
Not in the mood for socializing…or living for that matter.
I order another Cointreau and ice—it seems the only thing that I can stomach today. I’m so tired.