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Anyone who’s known me for more than two seconds realizes I absolutely freaking hate to shop for groceries. That’s why fast food joints were invented, right? That’s why we’re no longer living in caves and can get our meals by going through a drive-through.
Okay, now Josh is groaning. He likes real food – and by that he means, something he’s shopped for and prepared or what he can get in a restaurant where appetizers start at $100 or more. (Now he’s accusing me of exaggerating). Maybe. But hello. I don’t like to go to grocery stores. . .or at least I didn’t until he and I hooked up.
As those of you who’ve read our story in Close to Perfect may recall, we had some fun when we shopped. For those of you who’ve yet to read what happened, here’s a little snippet from Chapter Seven:
Josh’s eyes grew hooded. “You could come with me tonight.”
“To protect you?”
“And pretend you’re my girlfriend.”
God, she was loving this. “Where?”
“Grocery shopping.”
Tess’s smile paused. She curled her upper lip.
“It won’t be so bad,” he said.
“It’s grocery shopping, Josh.”
“With me.”
Okay, so Tess was on board and Josh knew it, because he took care of too damned much business before he was finally ready to go.
Tess lifted her head from the desk and forced her eyes to open. “We’re going now? It’s after midnight.”
“It’s an all-night market. This way we could avoid the crowds.”
They were back to that? “What about vampires? Don’t they go shopping in the dark?”
“Hank and Sammie don’t.”
Josh saw Tess’s mind running around that concept, the same as his had earlier. It was so late, the place was so public, they could essentially hide in plain sight, just like a normal couple.
“Come on.” Josh took her hand and played with her fingers, pleased that he didn’t have to keep his distance any longer. Besides, she was right; those photos from the conference couldn’t be bad. “I’ll get you something good.”
“Oh, yeah? Like what?”
For starters, one of those scooters that really old people use to zip around the store because their legs were bad.
Tess took to that little sucker right away, driving it to the right, the left, forwards, and backwards. She giggled. “Cool. Buy me some candy on the way out and I might just go home with you.”
Josh quickly backed up before she ran over his foot, then looked at an older woman frowning at them. “Kids,” he said to her. “Give them a permit to drive and see what happens.”
Tess laughed so hard she was soon hanging over the left side of that thing.
The older woman shook her head and left the aisle.
“Will you behave?” Josh asked in a lowered voice.
Tess’s laughter turned to giggles, then a lusty sigh as she stretched. “Sure you want that?”
Not when she was this radiant. Josh was aroused by every inch of her, yet humbled by what he felt. Making her happy after so many awful days meant more to him than closing a zillion dollar deal. So as far as he was concerned, from this moment forward he would be making everything right for her. Lifting his hand, Josh gently ran his knuckles down her cheek.
Tess swallowed. Her gaze and voice got soft. “Now I can see why you like shopping.”
He smiled. “We haven’t done any yet.”
Which brings us to this post and what really happened in the store. It wasn’t in the book, and thank god for that because it might have made the tabloids, which would have given my dad a stroke. Once Josh insisted that we get serious and start shopping, I decided to play along. Fighting him would’ve made our stay in the store that much longer, you know? Anyway, I told him to do his thing and I’d follow in my scooter. Well, Josh went down one aisle after another without picking anything. He just kept reading labels. After awhile I got super bored and wasn’t paying attention to where we were headed. That is, until he walked through the double doors in the back of the store where only employees are supposed to be. Being an ex-cop I figured we shouldn’t be going back there. Being intrigued, I followed him in my scooter not giving a damn about the rules.
Josh didn’t care about them either. After I followed him past one stack of boxes after the other, we finally ended up close to the loading doc. When he turned to me with lust in his eyes, I knew what was coming, but I wanted to play with him a little.
“You own this place, too?” I asked. The man’s so rich, he owns every freaking thing.
He gave me a slow, sensual smile. “Not yet. But I spend a lot of money here, and they like that.”
Uh-huh. “So you can do whatever you want?” I asked.
“Yup.”
Okay, my pulse was racing and my voice was almost as husky as his. “What now?” I asked.
Josh didn’t say. He didn’t have to. I was out of the scooter faster than this and into his arms. We necked like two teenagers who’ve just discovered sex. Oddly enough, none of the employees came back there and interrupted us. After I gave Josh a hickey on his neck, marking him, I asked him why we were so lucky to be left alone.
“Because now I’m going to give you a hickey,” he said.
I laughed and then I got serious. “Oh baby, you’re not. I’m packing heat, remember?”
That got him off the subject of hickeys and wondering where I was carrying my gun. His hands were suddenly searching for it and fondling me. After a few minutes of that, I told him to cut it out. Believe me, if he hadn’t, I might have slept with him right then and there.
After all, I had kissed the man during my interview (Chapter One in the book). It’s not as if I’ve ever done that before, but Josh was so damned special, I couldn’t help myself.
And next week, you’ll hear about that. This time it’ll be Alan (Josh’s attorney) and Peg (Josh’s secretary) who’ll be blogging. They were in the outer office when Josh and I first kissed, and they’ll let you know what it looked like from their end, and what they were thinking.
Until then – have a good one.
For those of you who’ve followed Tess and my story in Close to Perfect, you know we enjoy sharing our food. For those of you who don’t know that, let me give you a little excerpt from Chapter Four:
“Go on, try it,” he said.
Tess’s face got hot, she looked at him, then at the slice of cucumber he held between his thumb and forefinger. That vegetable was drenched in the pinkish dip, but quickly forgotten as he slipped his free hand beneath her chin.
Her lids fluttered and her heart raced.
“Open up,” her murmured.
Tess finally did, then held back a moan as he eased the food into her mouth with one hand, while stroking her throat with the other.
“Good?” he asked.
If he was talking about the food, Tess had no idea. A dribble of perspiration wiggled down her temple as she finally remembered to chew.
Using his thumb, Josh eased the perspiration from her cheek. “Is it good?” he asked again.
Yup, it was very good. Just read more of that chapter and the others to find out more. But for now let’s get to what was promised in the last blog. Two treats that are good enuf 2 eat, especially off of a lover.
KEY LIME ICE CREAM CHASED WITH CHOCOLATE SAUCE:
This is one of my personal favorites. Living in such a hot climate it’s nice to have something cool and slightly tart in your mouth. But then there’s the chocolate sauce chaser that makes it oh so sweet. Since the ice cream is soft, Tess likes to play with it. She swirls it over her nipples, fills her navel with it, then strokes it over her delicate curls. Wow. When I get through eating her, it’s her turn to dip my cock in the stuff and eat me. Like I said – wow.
Ingredients:
A cup of thick cream (more if you want it really rich)
Sweetened condensed milk (15 oz)
Six egg yolks
Fresh key lime juice (about a half cup)
To prepare:
The cream should be brought to a simmer in a saucepan. After that, mix (or beat) the cream into the yolks (they should be in a bowl). Transfer the mix into the saucepan and put it on a low heat. You want to make certain to stir it constantly until it thickens a bit. Once it does, remove it from the heat and pour it through a strainer into another bowl. Let it cool a bit, then stir in the key lime juice and the sweetened condensed milk. Refrigerate until it’s cold. When it is, stir it really well, then freeze it in an ice cream machine (follow directions).
CHOCOLATE SAUCE TO DRIZZLE OVER THE ICE CREAM (AND YOUR LOVED ONE):
This is easy – simply melt a cup of semisweet chocolate and about three-fourths of a cup of whipping cream. Stir it constantly over low heat until everything’s melted. When it is, stir in the vanilla. Let it cool (obviously) until it’s skin temperature, then have some fun!
CHOCOLATE DIPPED STRAWBERRIES WITH A KICK:
This is Tess’s personal favorite. After I make these, she always wants me to hold one between my lips while she nibbles on it. Nice. When she’s through, I always like her to hold one between her lips – and I’m not talking her mouth here – where I nibble on it until I get to what I really want. Very nice. BTW: The kick I’m talking about in the recipe title doesn’t have anything to do with that, but with the liqueur that’s used to marinate the strawberries.
Ingredients:
Chopped bittersweet chocolate (5 oz)
Fresh strawberries (about a pint)
Any liqueur you want to use. Wine’s also good.
To prepare:
Marinate the strawberries in the liqueur or wine of your choice for about a half hour. When they’re ready, melt the chocolate using a double boiler (or nuke it in the microwave). Stir it so that it’s smooth. When it’s ready, dip the strawberries into the chocolate and place on a clean cooking rack. After that, pop them in the fridge until they’re properly chilled.
That’s it for now. Just noticed we’re running low on food and I have to make a trip to the store. I might just bring Tess with me. It’s much more fun that way. Next time she’ll tell you what we did while grocery shopping in Close to Perfect – all that stuff that didn’t make it into the book.
Until then – enjoy!
(Image by IMSI)
Josh: Think we’re being a little dramatic here? Well, let me tell you something – being without Tess for all those freaking weeks before the end of our story in Close to Perfect was pure torture. I kept obsessing about our last night on my yacht and what happened. Let me give you a little taste of that and you’ll understand why I was losing it:
Before Josh could even think to comment on that, Tess turned and padded toward the forward deck. As she did, she unzipped her gown and pushed it off both shoulders.
That garment fluttered in the breeze as it slid to her waist, then over her hips.
At last, she stopped, allowing it to puddle at her feet.
Holy shit. Josh locked his knees so he could keep standing. She was nude, except for a frilly garter on her left thigh. A red garter that made her taut, moon-washed flesh appear even paler.
He moistened his lips, but forgot to swallow as his mind kept dancing around the same thought.
She had been fucking nude beneath that dress all night? She hadn’t even worn a thong?
His gaze followed the curve of her calves, the perfect lines of her thighs, that unbelievable garter, her plush buttocks and sleek back, and finally her face as Tess looked over her shoulder at him.
Her honeyed eyes sparkled in the moonlight. The breeze played wither hair. Her smile was seductive.
Josh finally swallowed, then looked back at her garter. Was her weapon in the front of it? Had she carried it that way all night? How had he missed feeling it?
“Something wrong?” she asked.
He swallowed again, then pointed. “You’re actually wearing a garter.”
“Until you take it off.”
His gaze snapped up as she stepped out of her dress, then tied it around the railing so the wind couldn’t blow it away. With that accomplished, she padded to the forward deck, her naked cheeks bouncing.
Josh liked that. He followed, holding the beach towel between his teeth as he unbuttoned his shirt as fast as he could, then tore it off himself and tied it to the railing. By the time he reached Tess, he was bare-chested, the towel was under his left arm and his hands were heading for his fly.
“Uh-uh,” Tess said, turning to face him. “I’ll do that.”
His gaze fell to her hands on his trousers, then to her garter and what she had slipped beneath it on the inside of her thigh. Not a gun, oh no. “You brought cuffs?”
Want to read more? Then go to Chapter Fifteen of Close to Perfect. While I keep smiling at my memory of that night, I’ll let Tess bring you up to speed on what we promised last week – what happened when we got together at the end of our story. Tess?
Tess: Right here, babe. Okay, you can see from what Josh just wrote that Chapter Fifteen was pretty much it for him – at least until the end of our story when we got back together. Like I said in our last blog, we didn’t exactly stick around my father’s house after we kissed and made up. Hell no. I stuck my hand into Josh’s front jeans’ pocket, stroked his rod, grabbed his keys, then split.
Josh: She was driving so fast I thought we’d be arrested.
Tess: I’m a former cop, I don’t get arrested. I get frustrated. And wow, was that happening to me that night. I kept looking for places to pull over so that Josh and I could make love in the backseat of his Mercedes.
Josh: Like I said, she was hell bent on getting us arrested.
Tess: I’ll admit, I was a little crazy. I kept telling Josh what I wanted him to do to me and what I wanted to do to him. When I finally figured out that that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon since my place and his place were equally far away – too damned far, in fact – I thought about heading for his golf course.
Josh: That’s when I reminded her that my office was closer.
Tess: And that’s where we ended up that night, in Josh’s office – specifically in his conference room. As you’ll remember in our story, I suggested he have blinds put on the windows so that the paparazzi couldn’t take any unauthorized shots of what was going on inside.
Josh: Good boy that I was, I did just that.
Tess: Good boy? Oh, baby, you were certainly not that. The moment we got into the conference room and it was flooded with light, Josh tore at my clothes. When I tried to tear at his, he said, “No fucking way, baby. You made me wait too damned long for this to wait any longer.”
The man stripped me bare in what seemed like less than a minute.
Josh: Seemed like several days to me.
Tess: Uh-huh. Anyway, the moment I was buck-naked, he swept me in his arms, put me on the conference table, then wrapped my tee around my wrists and tied it to one of these rotating trays that were bolted to the center of the table.
Josh: It’s called a Lazy Susan, I think.
Tess: Whatever. Josh had obviously taken to heart what I’d told him in the car. You know, my fantasy about the first couple that had owned his mansion in the eighteen-hundreds. Anyway, once Josh had me restrained and spread wide (he was still dressed by the way), he unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock, then mounted and rode me like there was no tomorrow.
Josh: Actually, there’d been no yesterday because we were broken up, because you were pissed at me.
Tess: My bad. But I made it up to you, right? (He’s grinning now). After Josh tied me and took me in every conceivable place in that room, we drove back to his place and continued our reunion on the master bedroom’s veranda.
Josh: Damn, it was nice. And it’s gotten me to thinking. . .
Tess: Me, too. We’re going to sign off for now for a little R&R.
Josh: Make that a lot.
Tess: Yes sir, Mr. Wyatt. As far as our next posting is concerned – it’s been awhile since Josh has shared one of his dynamite recipes with you. Next time, he’ll give you the lowdown on the best treats to eat off a lover’s body. . .just like what he’s now going to do now with mine.
Ever since I was old enough to notice that guys aren’t always a pain in the ass, I’ve heard about their big, bad wet dreams. Like that’s something women should aspire to, if only they could.
Get real. When I’m conked out, my libido isn’t exactly snoring. And the proof of that was the night of the infamous poker game at my dad’s house (Chapter Eleven in Close to Perfect for those of you who haven’t read it as yet), when I had the mother of all erotic dreams. It started when Josh was driving us back to his house. I was asleep in the passenger seat of his car and my mind was right back to where it had been the first night I came to his place. At that time I started imagining (some might call it hallucinating) about the original couple that had lived there in the late eighteen-hundreds. It’s all in Chapter Four of Close to Perfect, but I’ll give you a little peek:
Ahead was a wide stairway leading to the second floor, the master bedroom.
Tess went to that first step. She looked up. The landing was washed in the day’s waning light, the doors closed.
Even so, her mind saw a room dominated by a four-poster with lacy linens, mosquito netting, and a fireplace for cool nights.
Had that night, more than a century ago, been sultry and still as the master carried his new bride up these stairs to his room? Tess believed it was. She imagined that man lowering his wife to her feet, so that he might open the French doors leading to the veranda. Fragrant, moist air would have wafted inside. Faint voices of the workers would have been heard.
Not that it mattered. Those men would hardly have dared to come near this house while the master was enjoying his bride.
But she would have known those workers were outside, and that would have added another layer of tension to this night.
Tess imagined the questions running through that woman’s mind. Would they hear her moans as her husband aroused her? Would they know she was naked, her flesh bared to a man who would use her as he willed?
Would they guess when his mouth suckled one of her nipples, while his long fingers so aptly invaded her, driving deep to prepare her for more? That moment when she would no longer be a girl, but a woman. That moment when her husband finally mounted her.
Would she spread her legs widely then; would her gaze be on this man who was muscled and hard above her, while the featherbed was achingly soft below?
Did she gasp as he finally entered, breaking through any barrier that kept them separated, that stopped her from being his?
Did her body at last dance with her husband’s as she wrapped her legs around his lean hips, and threw back her head, then opened her mouth as she cried out again and again and –
You get the picture. That night as Josh carried me from his car and across the front porch of the house and up the stairway to my bedroom, he and I were starring in that dream that would’ve made a triple X-rated film seem downright tame. There was bondage (he did me this time, unlike the time I did him with my cuffs on his yacht in Chapter Fifteen), voyeurism (the servants barged in wanting to ask the master something or at least that’s what they claimed in my dream) and there was even some spanking (Josh is laughing now).
The dream was hot, to say the least. And it gave me some very good ideas that I tried out when Josh and I got back together at the end of Close to Perfect. (And here you thought we stayed at my dad’s house for another round of poker? No freaking way.)
Next time we’ll both tell you what happened after our official story ended and the fun really began.
(Image by IMSI)
Anyone who’s known me for more than two seconds realizes I absolutely freaking hate to shop for groceries. That’s why fast food joints were invented, right? That’s why we’re no longer living in caves and can get our meals by going through a drive-through.
