Page 87 of Mistaken Intention

“Neither could I.”

I take her hand from behind my head, bringing it between us, and holding it against my erection. She strokes along my length as I dip a finger inside her soaking entrance.

We’re both breathing hard, desperate for each other again, but Josie sees sense, and after a few minutes of urgent fondling, she steps away, turning to face me. Her cheeks are glowing, her eyes on fire, and with her shorts undone, she looks like sex on legs. I reach for her again, but she holds up her hand.

“We need to eat.”

I raise my hand, licking her juices from my fingers. “Should I consider this the appetizer?”

She watches me, her breasts heaving, her eyes fixed on my lips as she says, “The main course will follow later… I hope?”

I move closer, lowering my hand and clasping the back of her neck, holding her still. “You can count on it, baby.”

I know I could easily tempt her to more, but I need to take care of her in other ways, too… ways that include food. So, I re-fasten her shorts, shutting away temptation… for now.

“What have we got to eat that takes no time at all to prepare?” I ask, reaching around her and opening the refrigerator again.

“I don’t know. I was just wondering that.”

We stand side by side, arm in arm, and check out our supplies. “We’ve got cold chicken.” I pull it out, handing it to Josie to put on the countertop.

“There’s some salad, too.” She opens the drawer at the bottom, finding lettuce, tomatoes, radishes, cucumber, some olives, and a red onion. “We can make something out of this.”

“Something quick?”

She smiles up at me. “Yes. Something quick.”

We gather the ingredients, and between us, we chop them up into a large bowl. Josie prepares a dressing while I set the table, and before I know it, we’re sitting opposite each other, ready to eat.

“This looks good.”

She nods her head. “It does.”

“Not as good as you, though.”

She smiles, dishing up the salad into two bowls, and handing one to me. I pour us a glass of chilled water each, and smile as Josie tucks in with gusto.

I join her, and after a couple of mouthfuls, she looks up at me.

“What are you going to do with those photographs?”

“The ones I took of you, you mean?”

“Yes.”

I shrug my shoulders, spearing a slice of cucumber. “I’m not sure.”

“You’re not?” she says, frowning at me.

“No. I’m guessing I must have had software of some kind for editing photographs, but it would have been on my laptop, and I can’t remember the password yet.”

“You want to edit them?” She looks disappointed now and I have to smile.

“Yes, but not because I don’t love the way you look. I just think the images would look great in black and white. I think the contrast of your skin and the sunlight will look amazing.”

“You’re not thinking of displaying them, are you?” She puts down her fork, her frown deepening to the point where she looks worried.

“Not if you don’t want me to… but even if I did, it would have to be somewhere private, where only I could see them.”

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