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.
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