(UN)DRESSED FOR SUCCESS. . .as told by Josh

Trust me, I’m no saint. I’m all for skinny dipping in the pool (which started this whole business between Tess and me when that paparazzo took those unauthorized photos of my naked back and ass) and some kinky bondage (like when I let Tess handcuff me to the rail of my yacht so that she could have her way with me – and man, did she ever. If you’re wondering what I mean, just see Chapter Fifteen of our story in Close to Perfect).

Of course, as bad as I’ve been, I never once had a hot-and-heavy encounter with a woman in the dressing room of a store. At least not until I met Tess.

For those of you who’ve read our story in Close to Perfect, you’ll recall the scene in Chapter Twelve at Kiki’s. Wow. Talk about an afternoon delight. For those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about, let me give you a little insight into what happened:

“Now, take your time, you two,” the girl said to them both, then spoke to Tess. “You need anything, just holler. I’ll bring it to you.” She looked at Josh. “Have fun.”

He smiled as she closed the door. “This is turning out much better than I thought.”

“No kidding,” Tess said. “You’re finally getting to sit.”

Josh looked over his shoulder at the chair, then sidled to it and took a load off. “That’s not the only reason and you know it.”

“You bet.” Tess lifted the gowns from his right shoulder and arm and hung them on a hook. “You were really getting tired of carrying this stuff, huh?”

“I’d rather see it on you, than me, and you know it.”

Tess flicked her gaze at him, then lifted the gowns from his left side and hung them up. “Why, Mr. Wyatt, are you actually asking me to model these for you?”

Josh tried not to sound too enthused. “I believe that was the plan, Officer Franklin.”

Tess faced him. “Whatever you want.”

His gaze dropped to her hand as she quickly unbuttoned her shorts, then lowered the fly, exposing her navel and that silky skin beneath it.

Josh swallowed; he adjusted himself in the chair. Tess moved her hips gently to the right and back to the left as she eased those shorts over her hips and thighs, then straightened allowing them to skim past her legs to the floor.

She stepped out of them.

Josh stared at her white thong, a scrap of silk and lace so brief it just barely covered her dark, furry mound. In fact, a few of those hairs had escaped, curling around the lacy edges.

He adjusted himself again, then looked at that series of mirrors reflecting her plush, naked ass from every angle imaginable, especially as Tess bent at the waist to pick up her shorts.

Josh’s heart slammed into his chest at the scene that created.

Tess lifted her head.

His gaze followed her hair swaying back and forth above that gap in her top that exposed her breasts.

“Hold these.” She tossed her shorts.

They hit Josh in the mouth.

“Sorry,” Tess said.

Josh held them against his chest. “Not a problem.”

Tess straightened, then looked down as she unbuttoned her top.

Josh pressed the shorts to his face, inhaling deeply of her soft, powdery scent.

Tess’s gaze lifted. He lowered the shorts. She undid the last button then removed her blouse.

Josh put out his hand, ready to take it.

Tess dropped it over his arm.

He pushed forward in his chair as his gaze settled on her lacy bra. It was as white as that thong with tiny satin straps that must have had a hell of a time holding up her full breasts. That soft flesh strained against those cups, her tightened nipples pushed against the silky fabric, until she unsnapped the front, opened, then removed it.

Josh stared.

“Here,” she said, tossing the bra.

He didn’t move quickly enough; hell, he could barely move at all.

“Sorry,” Tess said, again, as the bra landed on his head.

Josh left it there as his heart paused, then hammered out of control, because Tess was now running her fingers beneath her hair to pull it off her shoulders, which served only one purpose – to give her breasts full exposure.

The areolas were a deep pink and as tight as the tips. There was a small mole on her left breast and a stray white thread on her right.

If Josh were to live fifty years past today, he would never forget how the end of that thread wiggled gently with her breathing as it clung tenaciously to her naked flesh.

“Josh.”

His gaze lifted to hers, then went right back to her breasts. They looked even bigger than just a second ago. “Yeah?”

“I’m ready.”

And I wasn’t? Believe me, my cock and boys were raring to go, but hey, Tess and I were in a dressing room in a public place, remember? There was also her decision not to have sex with me until she was no longer in my employ. If I had known that at the time, I would have fired her on the spot. As it was, I was suffering through that first striptease and the way she wiggled as she tried on the first gown when the sales girl unexpectedly poked her head in the door to see how we were doing.

Well, I was sporting the mother of all erections, while Tess was really enjoying the way she was torturing me. And that brings me to the point of this post. What happened after the salesgirl left.

Now, I wasn’t crazy enough to expect sex. I was hoping, all right? But I wasn’t holding my breath. In fact, I was breathing pretty damned hard as Tess asked if I wanted to see her in the next gown. You bet I did, because she had to take this one off first to get into the next. And that’s when I made my move.

I left my chair, and pulled her into me, making certain her back was to all those mirrors, because I liked the view. And then I hiked up the bottom of the red gown she’d tried on, baring her nearly-naked ass. By the time I had cupped her sweet cheeks in my hands, Tess’s tongue was in my mouth. We were going at it pretty damned hard (I know I was grunting like I’d run the six-minute mile in thirty seconds), when I heard two female voices giggling in the next room. A suite at the Ritz this was not. When I glanced at the wall that separated this dressing area from the next (the wall didn’t go all the way down to the floor, btw; there was a gap of about six inches at the bottom) I saw two pairs of feet in flip-flops with the toes pointing in Tess’s and my direction. Those ladies obviously had their ears pressed to the wall as they listened to what we were doing.

Did Tess and I stop after that? Hell, no. We just kept the volume down as she tried on one gown after the other, stripping in between for my pleasure. Wow. It was one afternoon I’ll never forget. I’m certain Tess would agree, although there’s one night that sticks out in her mind that’s even hotter.

It was when I played poker at her dad’s house with his hard-ass friends. Tess wasn’t playing; she fell asleep on her dad’s couch during the game and I had to carry her to the car, then into my house when we got back.

She told me about the dream she’d had while I was doing that. Next week, she’ll share that with you.

For now, though, it’s time for a little R&R. Tess is running her naked toes up my leg. We’re taking a bubble bath in the claw-footed tub, and this post is definitely at an end. Time to put the laptop away and see to my lady’s pleasure.

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STOP IN THE NAME OF LOVE (NOT TO MENTION GOOD SENSE). . .as told by Tess

In our last post Josh wrote: Sometimes it pays to keep secrets – at least for a little while. Like hell. As far as I’m concerned secrets should lie dead and buried pretty much forever and should never ever be posted in blogs, but then what would the fun be in that (Josh is behind me and snorting with laughter because he knows what’s coming). Anyway, the only reason I’m about to tell you what did happen while I was in the dressing room at Josh’s country club is because I have to – it’s the only way I could get him to fess up about his runathon the first night I spent at his house. So, here goes.

For those of you who read our story in Close to Perfect (and for those of you who have yet to), let me remind you what happened in Chapter Eight. Josh and I were on the lam from my father’s friends who are also ex-cops and who work at his security company as I do. Josh had the great idea that we’d spend the day alone at his country club – yep, that’s right, he’s not just a member; he owns the damned place. At the time, it hadn’t yet been opened to the public and we had that baby to ourselves – just picture it – all those lush grounds and the entire clubhouse. Talk about nice. Not that I was noticing any scenery besides Josh.

By the time we went into the clubhouse, I was wondering if the place had guest rooms with big, comfortable beds. Who knew how strenuous golf could get, right? Yeah, I know, I had promised myself not to sleep with Josh while he was my boss, but hey, I’m only human, you know? To get an idea of what I was going through, read an excerpt from Chapter Eight:

She wanted Josh as she had never wanted another man. She needed him on top of her, inside her, filling a need that grew with each passing day.

As he led her to the right, Tess willingly followed, looking down as her heels clacked against Mexican pavers, then up to an area where the country club staff would answer questions from its guests.

Passing that, Josh turned into a hall that opened up into a pro shop. At last, he released her hand.

Tess made a face at that, but only because he couldn’t see. He had already moved to a counter and was now pulling a pale green Polo shirt and a pair of beige khakis from that bag.

“Here you go.” He tossed her the bag.

Tess caught it easily and looked inside.

“Those all right?” he asked.

She lifted her white sleeveless top and white cotton shorts from the bag, then looked around them to him. “When did you get these?”

“Pulled them out of the dryer while you were outside waiting for me. I didn’t think you’d mind.”

She didn’t. She looked back down. “Did you pack my running shoes, too?”

“I thought you’d play in your heels.”

Tess kept her head lowered, but did lift her gaze.

“Not going to work for you, huh?” Josh asked, then inclined his head to the right. “Your dressing room’s over there.”

Tess looked from it to him.

“Go on,” he said. “We don’t have all day.”

That was true. Hugging the bag to her chest, Tess went into her dressing room as Josh went to his, then changed into her shorts and top.

And that brings us to my little secret that wasn’t revealed in Close to Perfect, but will be now because Josh insisted. After I changed, I pulled out my cell phone and called my friend and former partner on the force, Natalie Cruz.

“Nat,” I said in a really low voice when she answered.

“Tessie?” she said to that.

“Yep.”

“I can barely hear you. What’s wrong? You in trouble? You’re breathing real hard.”

That was true. “I’m not in danger,” I lied in a whisper, “I just need your advice.”

“Go for it,” Nat said without pause. “Have lots of orgasms. Take notes. I wanna hear all about it later. Who is he?”

I gotta hand it to Nat, she does not mince words. “Who he is is the complication,” I whispered. At that point, I hadn’t told Nat about Josh or working for him.

“He’s a priest?” she asked.

“Of course not.”

“Gay?”

“Get real.”

“One of your dad’s friends?”

I pressed my mouth into my shoulder to muffle my groan.

“Who then?” she shouted.

“Shhh,” I hissed into the cell. “He’s my boss.” I started breathing hard again. “I really like him. We’re on a golf course. I want to sleep with him.”

“On the course?”

“In the pro shop. It’s deserted. My dressing room’s deserted.”

“Then go for it, fool! Wait!” she shouted, then lowered her voice. “Does he like you?”

“He wants me.”

I could hear her sharp intake of breath on the other end of the call.

“Poor baby,” she finally said. “He’s a low down, no good player and you’re already in love with him, huh?”

Like I said, Nat does not mince words. “He’s not low down or no good. He’s just a normal guy with needs. And I’m getting real close to liking him way too much, if you get my drift.”

“Poor baby,” she repeated. “You are in love.”

As I groaned, she continued, “Make the bum wait until he’s falling in love with you. Then again, if you think you’ll lose him by waiting, go for it. Of course, hold back a little so that he wants more. But not too much or he’ll –”

Although I love Nat, I decided to end the call right there and make Josh wait for me until I couldn’t wait any longer for him. And it turned out for the best. He’s still behind me now, but instead of laughing he’s nuzzling my neck. Nice.

Of course, what happened between us in that dressing room at Kiki’s in Chapter Twelve was awesome too, especially after the salesgirl left. You didn’t read about it in our story, but you’ll hear about it from Josh next week.

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I Know What You Did Last Night. . .as told by Josh

For those of you who read about Tess and me in Close to Perfect you’ll recall the first night she spent in my house as my bodyguard. (For those of you who haven’t read about us, see Chapter Five, pages 101-122; you won’t regret it). Anyway, until Tess came along it wasn’t as if I had a different babe or even a regular babe in my house every night. Even before I was ‘exposed’ in Keys Confidential and all the lust-crazed ladies came out of their bedrooms and started pursuing me, my sex life wasn’t what you’d think. And it definitely wasn’t what Tess thought – I can tell by the look she’s giving me now – a mixture of ‘yeah, right’ and ‘watch it, buddy.’

The sad truth is I was putting in 15-hour days when Tess entered the picture and believe me the only thing I wanted to hug at night was my pillow. But everything changed my first night with Tess.

She felt the magic in the scene where she was roaming the grounds looking for all those babes who were after me. If you don’t believe me, read on:

Turning, Tess moved quickly down the path, focusing on business. Once her heart stopped thudding, she heard leaves rustling in the breeze, crickets chirping, and unknown animals scurrying about.

Suppressing a shiver at that, Tess walked the perimeter of these grounds, her gaze searching for whatever might be out of place.

A half hour later, everything was as it should be; she was the only thing that didn’t belong.

Lifting her face to the moonlit sky, Tess searched for the brightest star and called herself a fool. It was only her first night here and already she was wishing on stars, hoping that when this was all over she could easily move on.

Sure. Sighing deeply, she turned to go back to the house, but then paused.

The master bedroom doors that led to the veranda were open; Josh was inside the room.

His head remained bent to a clock he was setting.

Tess’s gaze touched his tousled hair, his broad shoulders, his powerful chest.

As if he felt her watching, he slowly looked up and turned to those open doors. His gaze searched the darkness, then seemed to touch hers.

In that moment, warmth flooded her chest, her belly, the insides of her thighs. Her heart raced out of control.

Could he actually see her in this darkness? If he did, was he as awed by this moment as she?

My answer to that? Fuck yeah I was awed. And not because I saw Tess (I didn’t), but because I knew she was out there and that she’d soon be coming inside and would be spending the night in the bedroom next to mine. Rarely have I been as frustrated.

And that brings us to the point of this post. Last week Tess wrote: ‘Of course, a man and a woman’s first night together is pretty damned special, too, even if they’re not sharing the same bed. Next time Josh will tell you what he did that first night I spent at his mansion while I thought he was asleep; something he just confessed to me the other day. Bad, bad boy.’

Uh-huh. More like bad, bad girl. That night, after Tess finally settled down in her own room (or so I thought), I still had a lot of frustration to work off. So, I took the back stairs from the master bedroom, went outside, and ran like hell until I thought my lungs would burst. When I was finally tired (though still horny), I sagged to the ground and lifted my head to Tess’s bedroom windows so that I could at least daydream about what she was doing in there just like a goofy kid might. Of course, given what she was doing, I didn’t have to use my imagination all that much.

To get you started on what happened, let’s go to page 110 of the story:

By midnight, Tess had been so tightly wound she shut off the air-conditioning and opened the French doors. Her veranda was next to his, but the lights in Josh’s bedroom were off so Tess couldn’t see a thing past his open doors, not even when she hung over the railing.

Hell, she not only hung over the railing, she straddled the damn thing and then stood on it while she clutched the overhang. There was one scary moment when I thought she’d actually try to jump from her veranda to mine. I was about to yell at her to stop, but before I could Tess eased back until she was straddling the railing again which gave me one helluva view up her boxers. When she leaned over to see how far it would be if she fell off the railing, her top pulled away from her chest and I got a billion dollar view of her very impressive breasts. At that point, I decided to stay in the shadows and enjoy the show.

It didn’t last nearly long enough, but it had definitely done some damage. When she finally went back inside her room I was back on my feet and running, running, running.

And no way was I going to tell her any of this the next morning when I came into the kitchen. One, I knew she’d be pissed that I was walking (or rather running) my own grounds alone in the dark without her to protect me. Two, sometimes it pays to keep secrets – at least for a little while (she’s frowning at me now). Why, I don’t know cause Tess kept a whopper from me. And it all had to do with what she did when we were at the country club changing our clothes in the pro shop in Chapter Eight.

It isn’t detailed in our story, but it will be in our next post when Tess finally fesses up to what really happened. See you then.

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When Worlds Collide. . .as told by Tess

Okay, so I’m being a bit dramatic, but I have to say when my dad met my mom two different people falling in love you just couldn’t imagine. Sure my dad was a real cowboy on the force, but believe it or not, when it came to the ladies he was downright catatonic. Yeah, I know, I know; when he met Peg in Chapter Ten of Close to Perfect he didn’t exactly go into a fetal position, but he’d had decades of my mom’s love to give him confidence, not to mention a few years of grief over her passing to make him lonely enough to try again. I’m sure his Carlie was looking down on him that night and smiling that he’d found Peg. That’s the way my mom was. . .carefree and simply gorgeous, while my dad’s by-the-book and not exactly Brad Pitt.

Just a sec. Josh read what I wrote and now he’s telling me that I better delete the Pitt reference before my dad goes ballistic. Not a chance. It’s not like my dad thinks he’s the most handsome guy around (or even wants to be) and if I say that he is in this blog he’ll have to hire a female bodyguard to protect his ‘assets’ from all those predatory ladies, just like Josh had to hire me to protect his. Okay, now Josh is laughing and leaving the room, so let’s get real. My dad’s okay looking, not a ghoul by any means, but without great looks and being as shy as he was, he never thought he’d have a chance with my mom.

Of course, they only met because she was supposed to teach him the tango and other Latin dances for one of his cases. Weird, huh? But at the time my dad was an undercover vice officer investigating a high-class prostitution ring operating out of this upscale club, and he needed to know all the right moves so he wouldn’t stick out like he had two left feet. I mean, his shyness worked for him because the call girls kept swooping down asking if he wanted a ‘date’, but he couldn’t be a total loser or they would have wondered what in the hell he was doing at the club when he couldn’t dance.

Since he couldn’t admit any of that to my mom, given that his assignment was undercover, he took one look at her and blurted that he was a clod and that he needed her help. Later, when I was a teen, my mom told me that she really struggled not to laugh because she didn’t want to hurt my dad’s feelings. Here was this big guy – six feet tall and muscular – looking down at little Carlita Rodriquez, who was barely five feet, and his face was dotted with sweat and his hands were shaking.

At that moment, my mom started to fall in love. She said his reaction to her was so endearing that it meant more than having him flirt or if he had brought her flowers and gifts. And my mom would know. In those days, she had a lot of guys chasing her – awesome-looking guys who promised her the world. She didn’t want that. She had seen how her own dad, who was great-looking and had all the right moves with the ladies, had treated her mom. So, what she craved more than anything was a guy who respected and really loved her. In other words, a guy who started sweating and shaking when they first met because he was so overwhelmed by what he was feeling.

And that guy was my dad. In Chapter Three of Close to Perfect, I touched upon this very thing:

That meeting, according to Carlie Franklin, had been magic, and the reason they had endured.

“It’s all in that first moment,” she had said for as long as Tess could remember. “In how a man and a woman meet.”

She had that right. After their first dance, my mom and dad were hooked. Beauty and the Beast I like to call their romance, and my dad wouldn’t be offended at all. He knows he was lucky to have her, and she was lucky to have him.

In the last blog my dad wrote: “Sure, we hit it off right away, but like Josh and Tessie we were from two different worlds. That made it hard, but fun too.”

To be honest, I never saw the hard part of it, but then I was a kid. Maybe being married to such a beautiful lady is daunting for any man. Maybe being married to a guy who isn’t exactly a free spirit is a challenge to a woman who is. All I know is that my mom gave him confidence and my dad gave her security. Pretty awesome, wouldn’t you say?

Yeah, it’s all in that first moment. . .in how a man and a woman meet. Just like my mom and dad. Just like me and Josh.

Of course, a man and woman’s first night together is pretty damned special, too, even if they’re not sharing the same bed.

Next time Josh will tell you what he did that first night I spent at his mansion while I thought he was asleep; something he just confessed to me the other day. Bad, bad boy.

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Putting Josh Through the Wringer. . .as told by Freddy Franklin

Let’s get something out of the way from the get-go. I don’t believe in this blog junk. It’s like airing your laundry in public, if you know what I mean. But my daughter asked me to tell this, like she asked me if she could be a cop instead of a dancer, and then a bodyguard instead of a dancer. Okay, now she’s frowning at me like she’s got a right to be pissed but let me tell you, as her father I know what’s good for her. Of course, being how stubborn she is, she never seems to agree with me.

Take Mr. Naked Guy Josh Wyatt for example. From the get-go I did not like the bum. Who invites the paparazzi to photograph them while they’re taking a dip in the altogether? That’s just plain – wait a sec, now I’m getting a lecture from my daughter that Josh did NOT invite the paparazzi, he was blindsided by them. Yeah, yeah, yeah. He’s rich enough to afford a pool right? Well then he’s rich enough to afford swim trunks. But that’s a whole other story.

My daughter wants me to share with all of you strangers that I don’t know and don’t want to know what Josh did to win me over before he asked her to marry him at the end of their story in Close to Perfect. Is she serious? Win me over? Bulldoze me is more like it. Threaten me is closer to the truth. Just a sec. She’s trying to take the keyboard away from me now so I can’t write this stuff I didn’t want to write to begin with. But now I’m on a roll so I’m going to finish. Josh just told her it’s okay, to let me say whatever the hell I want. While she’s glaring at him, I’ll get on with this.

As you’ll recall if you read my daughter’s and his story in Close to Perfect, they broke up near the end of it because he was being a real jerk. Thought he owned the world. Thought he could tell my little Tessie what to do. Yeah, right. Every time I read Chapter Sixteen I laugh at what she does to him to show him she’s no pushover. That’s my Tessie all right. But then comes the next chapters where she’s acting like it’s the end of the world. That was a real killer. But I’ve lived a long time and I know the score and I’m gonna tell all of you something that maybe you didn’t know – romance isn’t what you read in those supermarket books, and once you fall in love that’s not always a good thing. But try to tell that to my daughter or Josh.

A couple of days after she broke it off with him he came to see me at my house. Showed up while I was outside working on it; lucky for him I had just put my hammer down on the ground cause there’s no telling what I might have done with it otherwise. I did tell him the score though – that he was to stay away from my daughter. She’d made that very clear. You know what he said to that? He told me he was going to marry her and although he’d like my approval there really wasn’t anything I could do about it. He stood in my yard like he owned the damn thing and had the gall to tell me that. I told him he was a bum. He said I was wrong. He admitted only to being clueless sometimes when it came to women – what man wasn’t – but he had not tried to deliberately hurt Tess or piss her off. I told him it didn’t matter; my Tessie still didn’t want him. He said that she loved him and that I knew it and that’s why I was acting like I was.

He was making me real hot, you know.

But he wouldn’t back down. He told me we could talk about it again later. Yeah, like I wanted that. But the next day he shows up at my security business. And the day after that, he takes me out to lunch. And the day after that, he was fixing the broken slats on the fence around my house. Did a good job, but I still told him it’d be best if he’d just go away and hook up with one of those babes that was after him. After he finished hammering he looked at me and said ‘no, sir’; that he was in Tessie’s life and he was staying there as long as she wanted him and that it’d be easier on her if I just got used to the idea.

Was he nuts? The idea made me mad as hell, but I got to admit I do like the boy’s backbone. He doesn’t scare easily and when it comes to my daughter I could see that he really wanted her. . .the same as I wanted her mom. Not even a gun to my head would have kept me away from my Carlie. And I was beginning to see that not even my hammer in the middle of his head was going to make Josh stay away from my Tessie.

Not that it meant he had won me over. The next day while he and I were working on the plumbing in my house I told him that if he ever hurt her, if he ever made her cry that he was a dead man.

He told me he’d do his damndest to make her happy but being only human he’d probably make her cry at least once or twice without even trying or knowing how he did it, but that she’d certainly piss him off unknowingly or deliberately and that would even things out.

After I stopped laughing, I told him I wouldn’t stand in his way. He gave me a look that said I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

Like I told all of you before, he wouldn’t back down. He’s got balls, you know. He even got me to agree to help him with the way he surprised Tessie at the end of Close to Perfect.

So there you have it, what Tessie wanted me to tell you – how I put Josh through the wringer. Yeah, right. But I will tell you one thing. The hard part for them is only beginning. Take me and her mom for instance. Sure, we hit it off right away and our romance seemed as perfect as that rose picture my daughter put up with this blog, but it doesn't show you the thorns, does it? And that's the problem, because there were thorns since Carlie and me were from different worlds, just like Josh and Tessie are. And that made it real hard in the beginning, but we lived through it. And next time Tessie will be telling you about that, because that’s what kids do these days – air their personal laundry and mine with this blog junk.


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