Page 74 of Blue Moon Mistress

Joshua takes my plate when I’m done and I follow him back to the kitchen. “I can get those.”

“I know.” But he starts washing them, anyway.

Watching the muscles in his back and forearms flex as he scrubs the plates down and sets them in the other side of the sink… “I can think of a better use for those hands.”

He smiles, but his jaw is clenched as he dries off. “So can I.”

“When do you have to head back?”

“I’m the boss, remember? Technically, I don’t have to go back at all.”

His hands grip the counter on either side of me. “I was thinking about it the other day… What if this is all some enchantment? What if this lust we feel is just a thin veneer and when it wears away, we’re left with nothing.”

“It’s not.” I reach up and hook my hand around his neck. “We’d already feel the cracks if it was. I want you. Just as much as I did when I made my offer last month.”

“I think we might want you more.”

“Good, because you can have me.” I drag my finger down the seam of my robe, and the bows holding it closed unravel.

“I know it’s cliche,” He traces down my body with his eyes. “But I’m definitely ready for dessert.”

My laugh comes with a flicker of my stomach as he slides his fingers over my skin. His touch is torturously soft.

Right up until it isn’t.

He sweeps his hands around and pulls me up, gripping my thighs and sets me on the counter top.

“You like picking me up and throwing me around, don’t you?”

He nods, his lips finding mine. “We all do.”

His kiss is so sweet, it makes me melt against him.

The counter is cold beneath my skin, but Joshua is all warmth against me.

Hand on the back of my neck, he holds me in place—even though I have no desire to move.

All it takes is a simple shake of my shoulders, and the robe falls down to pool on the counter and I’m naked for him.

“Have I mentioned how much I love that you don’t wear real clothes at home?”

“Public decency is the only reason I wear clothes when I’m around you at all.”

The growl that reaches my ears makes me shift my hips, adjusting for that ache that’s started to build inside of me, making it easier…

His hand slides over my thigh, holding me open to his gaze, and his thumb drags up me.

“Always so wet for us, sweetness.” His thumb circles my clit and he looks up at me with a dark smile as he steps closer.

His jeans rasp against the skin of my inner thighs and I shiver, wanting them to stay on… and wanting to tear them off as well.

Either way… I reach for the zipper, but he catches my hand. “Not yet.”

“No?”

He shakes his head. “Like I said, I’m ready for my desert.”

When he sinks down to his knees, I lean back, hands on the countertop, but my eyes are on him.

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