too. Talk to me, Josie. What are you thinking about?”
“I’m thinking about you kneeling here in front of me,” she whispered, even in her arousal aware she was still at work. “You put your face between my legs, and you lick my pussy until I come.”
Jack gave a wordless groan she recognized. “And then what?”
“And then you’d fill me up with your cock and fuck me.”
As she said the words, her body shook with climax. His muffled cry told her he’d come, too. Josie pressed her palm to her beating clit as the shudders wracked her. At last, she was still. She pulled her skirt back down and put her feet on the floor. “Jack?”
“I’m here.” She heard the smile in his voice. “Oh, shit. I’m going to be late. I’ll see you tonight. I love you.”
The words never failed to move her. “Love you, too. See you later.”
He disconnected, and she hung up the phone. There was something to be said about middle-of-the-day sex, she mused as she bent back to tackle her To Do list. It made going to work a whole lot more fun.
Chapter 3
“Are you planning on moving back home for good or just going for a few days?” Jack watched Josie carrying the last load toward his car.
She looked down at what she had in her arms. “I need my body pillow and my bed pillow. Sleeping on the futon is not going to be fun.”
He waggled his eyebrows at her. “I’ll make it fun.”
“Don’t be so sure,” she replied. “You know Mom will have the old army cot set up for you.”
Jack took the bag she’d slung over her shoulder and shoved it into the trunk. “You didn’t tell her yet, did you?”
“I tried to. But you know my mom. It’s hard to get a word in edgewise.” Josie stuffed her pillows on top of the suitcases and closed the trunk, then turned to face him sternly. “Did you tell your parents?”
Jack made a show of looking at his watchless wrist. “Oh, man. Look at the time. We’d better get on the road. Traffic is going to be nuts.”
“Jack.” Josie reached for his arm. “Maybe we don’t need to tell them for a while.”
He linked his fingers through hers. “Why don’t you want to tell them?”
“I don’t know.” She sighed. “I guess I just want this to be ours for a while longer. Just ours. I don’t want to share it with anyone.”
He nodded and pulled her close for a hug. “We share it with our downstairs neighbors about five times a week and twice on Sundays, Josie.”
Their downstairs neighbor, a cranky Goth artist who insisted on being called Mina in homage to Bram Stoker’s heroine, had taken to pounding on her ceiling whenever they made the least bit of noise. They’d been making quite a bit of noise since they’d moved in.
Josie sighed. “Once we share it with family, though, it’ll get too big.”
“I didn’t think it could be too big.”
“Jack, I’m serious.”
He squeezed her. “I know you are, baby.”
She tilted her head to look up at him. “They’ll start making insinuations about getting married, having kids. All that stuff.”
He got a funny look on his face. “And?”
She shrugged. “I’m not ready for all that speculation.”
“We’ve been together for seven months. You’re going to have to tell them some time.”
“Oh, listen to you,” she countered. “You haven’t told your folks either!”
He grinned without shame. “You’re right.”
She looked at the car, filled with their luggage. “If we tell them now, they won’t let us sleep together, you know.”
“Then we won’t tell them!” Jack’s protest made her laugh. “Not until it’s time to go home. Okay?”
“Okay. Let’s go.”
She was silent on the drive. Thinking. There was really no reason not to tell her family she and Jack were now a couple. She looked over at him, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel along with the music from the radio. Her love for him made anything she’d ever felt for any other man seem like a schoolgirl crush. She couldn’t imagine the rest of her life without him.
And still, she wanted to keep him to herself for a while longer. It was selfish. She knew that, but as soon as they told their families, the speculation would start. When were they going to get married? Settle down? Have kids?
For now, Josie only wanted to ride what they had, enjoy it. Love Jack without thinking too hard about the future.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Jack said. “Fifty