Stanton Box Set

“So you see my precious girl you have nothing to worry

about. I will never see any of them again. They were all high–class prostitutes though.”

I frown. “Excuse me, idiot. There is no such thing as a high–class prostitute.” He nods quickly, realising he has said the wrong thing. “Josh, how in the hell am I supposed to keep you sexually satisfied when you are used to…you know…such variety?”

He tenderly cups my face and gives me a gentle loving kiss. “Tash, you are all I see…all I want, you mean everything to me and I have missed you desperately for seven long years. In fact I think I have fallen for you harder all over again. I fucking adore you. Give me a chance to prove myself. I am not going to fuck it up. I promise.”

I smile a weak smile. Ok, I can live with that…for now. I reach up and run my fingers through his stubble.

“I just feel out of my depth here,” I whisper. “I have no sphere of reference for this level of debauchery.”

“Thank god,” he whispers with his lips against my temple. “I can’t stand the thought of you with anybody else. It kills me.” Guilt hits me and I know I should elaborate. Should I tell him? No, he will think I’m an idiot. Actually I am an idiot, who am I kidding.

“Why do I have a bodyguard, Josh?” He frowns.

“Because if you want to be my girl you have to be protected.”

“Why?”

“You just do and I don’t want to fight about that. In fact I need to ask you another truth. How do you feel about my money?”

I pull back to look at his face and I frown. Of all the nerve. “I don’t want you for your money, asshole. How could you even think that?”

He smiles. “No, I mean, are you going to leave me because of my money?”

I frown again. “You think I’m going to leave you because of your money?” He nods. “Why?”

“I am a very wealthy man, Tash, and I live a very expensive life. I have been very careful not to expose you at all to it because I didn’t want to frighten you off.”

“How wealthy are we talking?” He shrugs. “Around about?” I raise my eyebrows.

“Nearly a billion.” What?

“Fuck off—you’re a billionaire?”

He winces. “Nearly,” he whispers. I stare at him open–mouthed. Holy shit, this is unimaginable.

“Joshua Stanton, you are a total mind–fuck do you know that?”

He smiles. “I’m your mind–fuck if you’ll have me.”

“That depends.” I smile as I cross my arms in front of me.

“On what.”

“On whether you’re going to show me how that I–love–you sex you mentioned last night goes.”

He smiles and kisses me. “Does it have a happy ending?” he whispers into my neck. I bite my lip as I smile.

“Yes but this time the happy ending is going my way.”

An hour later we are in the shower and Josh is soaping up my back with deep massaging strokes. My eyes are closed, I am leaning onto the glass and am deeply relaxed. In all honesty I just want him to myself for the day. Bang work I say.

“Can’t you stay home with me today?” I know I sound like a whiny kid but I don’t care. I turn and kiss him as I put my arms around his neck.

“No, you’ve already made me late.” He pulls my hips into his by my behind. He smiles down at me tenderly. I find myself returning the goofy grin.

“What?” I frown. He hunches his shoulders and bends to kiss me softly, his tongue swiping through my lips. He grinds his hips into mine and once again I feel his beautiful length against my stomach.