Screwed In Sin City

“Derek! Danny!”

Daniel’s little hand is tucked in mine as we make our way off the plane into the Cleveland Airport, tugging our wheeled luggage bags behind us, and we both turn at the sound of our names being shouted out.

Daniel sees Josie at the same time I do, and I let go of his hand as he bolts toward her, leaving his luggage behind and jumping up into her arms with an excited “Josie!” tumbling from his lips.

I think he’s fallen for her just as hard as I have. Hell, Josie’s the only one who gets away with calling him Danny.

“Hey,” she greets me. Daniel’s already chattering in her ear.

“A guy on the airplane was staring at Daddy’s tattoos.”

Josie’s eyebrows raise, stealing a quick glance at me, the designs on my neck evident above my shirt collar. “Yeah? Well, that guy doesn’t know you’re Daddy like we do, huh? We know not to be so darn judgmental, don’t we?” She makes it sound like a joke, tickling the boy as she speaks, but I know from past conversations, Josie still chastises herself for judging me based on my job. I jut remind her that my actions didn’t much help the situation, and it all worked out in the end. That seems to ease her mind.

“You sure look good.”

Her eyes are on me a few beats later, and her immediate admission makes my mouth twitch. Christ, it makes my mouth water. “Well, that just made five hours on a plane completely worth it.” I lean forward and kiss her, probably longer than is acceptable in such a public place. It’s been three weeks since I’ve seen her, and my body is aching for her something fierce. “Tell me,” I ask with a smirk. “Is that pure need talking, or just a general observation?”

She scoffs, shifting Daniel in her arms so she’s facing away from him. “Let’s get you two back to my place, and we’ll find out.”

Daniel slept on the plane, zonked out for almost half the flight, but the time zones have him all messed up and he can barely keep his eyes open once we make it back to Josie’s apartment.

It’s small, and definitely cramped when Daniel and I come to visit, but we’ve all managed to take it in stride. One small inconvenience that allows for us to spend much needed time together. You won’t hear me complain.

“You said on the phone you had something you wanted to talk about?” Josie’s voice sounds from behind me, and I turn to face her. I’d already tucked Daniel into the sofa bed we’d pulled out in Josie’s spare room she used as an office, but my little dude had requested that Josie come and say goodnight, too. It’d pulled at my heartstrings that he wanted to see her face before he went to sleep.

It also made my chest constrict wildly at the realization of how much Josie wanted to. I fucking adore the relationship between those two, and I couldn’t be more grateful that Rhonda’s cool with it, too. I meant it when I told Josie that Rhonda and I had an amicable split—she wants me to be happy, just as much as I want that for her.

“Is Daniel asleep?” I ask, ignoring her question.

“I think he was merely sleep-talking by the time he said goodnight to me for the thousandth time,” she grins, pulling the bedroom door closed behind her. “I think he’s out for a while.”

“Then the last thing I want to do is talk right now.” I take the few steps that separate us and close the gap. My arms are around her in a heartbeat, but it’s not quickly enough. I press her back into the wall of the living room, my mouth tasting hers as though I need her to sustain myself.

The little gasp she makes is lost amidst our kiss, and her hands are already ripping at my shirt to untuck it from my jeans.

“God, I’ve missed you.” I force out the words between heavy, labored breaths, ridding her of her shirt and bra with fevered movements.

Josie’s arms come up, wrapping them around my neck, and I slide my hands down her hips to her ass, giving it a rough squeeze before lifting her up against me. Her legs encircle my hips, and I blindly make my way to the bedroom on the other side of the room, managing not to knock over any of the lamps or tables by a sheer stroke of luck.

I lower her to the bed, lowering myself with her, crushing my mouth against hers again. I can’t get enough of the sweetness of her kiss or the way her body seems to fit so fucking perfectly with mine.

“I’ve missed you, too,” she breathes out, her fingernails raking up the smooth contours of my back.

The sensation causes me to growl against her mouth, and I taste and kiss and suck my way down the side of her face, neck, and chest, taking one hard nipple into my mouth. Christ, I almost come undone at the erotic whimper she makes as I flick my tongue against it.

“How much?” I growl out, undoing her jeans and tugging them down her hips, taking her panties off with them. Black lace. Someone’s had sex on their mind, I think smugly. Good, I’ll give her exactly what she wants. “Tell me how much you missed me, Josie.”

She’s laying there, completely naked before me, propped up on her elbows. There’s a coyness in the way she smirks at me, but the fiery blaze in her eyes betrays her. “Why don?

?t you find out for yourself?” she whispers. Then, she silently spreads her legs open in front of me, her gaze never leaving mine.

Oh, hell no. This woman just gets hotter and hotter. Just when I thought I might explode with how much I need her, she goes and does that.

I undo my jeans and push them off, with my boxers following close behind. My eyes never leave her, and I swear I can see her pulse beating wildly in her throat. “Have I told you lately how much I love you?” I ask. I lean over her, pushing her legs further apart. I let my finger glide over the wetness I can see glistening between them, and Josie’s head falls back, a gasp escaping her lips at the intense sensation. “If not, you’re about to find out.”

I should be more playful, take my time with her. But I can’t. I’m desperate for her. I position my hardness against her and bury myself inside her without another word.

The sharp intake of breath that passes her lips lingers in the air with the deep, guttural groan I can’t contain. She’s so wet, so ready for me. “Oh, Josie.”