Stanton Box Set

“Scrubber,” Natasha smirks.

“Internal?” I snap. I can’t believe this shit.

“Huh?” She questions.

“Did he touch you internally?” I yell as my anger hits a new level.

She smiles cheekily and rolls her eyes dramatically. “Not yet … but who knows what will happen on my next visit? As soon as I work out where a female VIP room is I’m going there too. Aren’t we Didge?” Bridget laughs and nods.

Right, that’s it. I grab her arm. “We are going home now and you and your smartass mouth are going to fucking cop it.”

She giggles as I start to drag her toward the door.

“Joshua … I have to go and tell Simon I am leaving,” she stammers.

I jerk her again. “The only person you need to worry about is me. Get that through that thick head of yours.”

She giggles and goes to run away from me. I grab her and throw her over my shoulder and smack her hard on the ass.

“Behave,” I snap.

“Make me,” she squeals in laughter.

My eyes flick to Ben as I storm toward the door. “Car,” I mouth.

He nods and smirks as he takes out his phone.

Chapter 15

I’m hot, so hot I may vomit. Oh god, I feel bad. I blow out a deep breath and rub my face in disgust. I don’t even remember getting home last night … how in the hell did I get home? I put my head back down on the pillow and close my eyes as my head starts to thump. I’m not getting out of bed today. I just feel too sick. A hand slides up my leg and onto my behind, my eyes widen and I jump in shock. I roll over in a rush. I didn’t know I was in bed with someone. Who in the hell am I in bed with?

To my utter relief it is my love.

Joshua is fast asleep and naked next to me … holy shit. I look down in a rush. I’m naked too. Shit. We had sex and I was too bloody drunk to even know about it. What an idiot. I need to do some immediate repair work. I hop out of bed as quietly as I can and tiptoe to the bathroom. My eyes widen at the mirror. Holy crap, I look like total shit. I quickly jump in the shower and start to wash myself double time as I dry-retch. Why do I feel so sick? I don’t even feel like I’ve had sex, not that I would remember what that feels like. I wash my hair, brush my teeth, remove my makeup and exit the shower in three minutes flat. Please let him still be asl

eep. I head back to the bedroom and thankfully he is. I take off my towel and hop back into bed with him. He feels so warm, so hard. I nuzzle into his chest and cuddle him as I pull the blankets back over us. Being so warm and in his arms again I feel myself relax and doze back into slumber.

I wake gently to the feeling of gentle kisses trailing down over my shoulder. I smile while my eyes still stay closed.

“Morning,” I whisper.

“Morning, Miss Marx,” he whispers as he bends and kisses my neck.

Mmm, that feels good. His hand runs freely up and down my body as he leans on the other one for support.

My eyes open slowly and I look at him. “How did we get home last night?”

He smiles. “You were very drunk so I brought you home and ended up staying with you.”

I smile shyly. “Oh.”

“We didn’t have sex, don’t worry,” he whispers as he kisses my neck again.

Why in the hell would I worry? That is the last thing I would ever worry about. My head drops back to give him better access to me.

I frown. “We didn’t?”

He shakes his head. “No, I didn’t want you to hate me and accuse me of taking advantage of you.”