Max speaks first. “Natasha Stanton to see her husband.” I smile at the floor—that sounds really, really good.
The bored receptionist’s voice echoes through the speaker. “Yes, come in.” The doors open. We reach the receptionist’s desk. “I would like to see my husband. Which room is he in?”
“Of course, the last door on the right.” I smile at Max and we head down the corridor towards the last door on the right and it opens to a large private lounge area complete with television, cable and a kitchen.
I frown at Max. “This is random.” He smiles and nods. There is a cleaner in there restocking the kitchen.
“Hello,” I smile.
She smiles. “Hello.”
I frown at her. “What are these large rooms? Where are the hospital rooms?”
“This is the private wing for celebrities who need more privacy from the press, and more room for their bodyguards and things.”
My eyes widen. “Oh,” I reply, shocked. Jeez … this is so … over-the-top Hollywood.
“Yes, most of the LA celebrities have been in here at one point or another for substance abuse issues.” My eyes drop to the floor. Yes, like my so-called husband.
“Hmm I see, where is my husband?” This gossipy bitch is starting to piss me off.
“The door to his room is around the corner next to the television.” I nod and head in that direction.
“Tash, I will just stay out here tonight, ok?” Max states.
I turn and frown at him. “Max, that’s not necessary. Go home honey. I will be fine. Nobody can get in here. There is security. It’s safe here.”
Max narrows his eyes. “No, I will be staying. I’m good. I will watch the game on the screen.” My eyes flick to the gossipy kitchen girl who is now listening to our conversation. Buzz off big ears.
“I will be out to see you soon,” I reply as he flops into the lounge chair. I walk into the room and my jaw drops. Bloody hell, this room looks like a luxury hotel suite. There is even a double bed. What in the world? Joshua walks out of the bathroom and throws me a swoon-worthy smile.
“There’s my beautiful girl. I was starting to get worried. I thought that maybe you and my mother may have killed each other. I was going to send out a search party.” He bends and tenderly wipes the hair back from my face. I smile and put my arms around his neck and inhale his wonderful scent. I feel better just being in his vicinity… I need to put this paternity shit out of my head.
He kisses me gently. “So …” he steps back to scan my face. He wants to know what was said between his mother and me.
Guilt fills my stomach … I can do this. “We are calling a truce, for your sake Joshua. Only because we both love you.”
His eyes light up and he smiles warmly. “Thank you … I really appreciate you doing this for me.” He bends and kisses my neck. “I will make it up to you presh. It will be well worth your while.” He grabs my behind and grinds me forward onto him.
My eyes close instinctively. “That’s great big boy, but stop. We are in a hospital. No fun for you until we get home,” I smirk.
He sits on the chair and pulls me onto his lap. “I’m hungry for you,” he whispers darkly. I smile. God, me too actually. The little two pumps I got yesterday have only heightened my need for a long hard sex session.
“Patience, baby … later.” I smile into the top of his head.
“Prick tease,” he whispers into my neck.
“Baby I am going to tease that prick until you’re crying with want. You have no idea.” I gently run my tongue through his lips and pull back to smirk at him.
“There’s my beautiful slut. I’ve missed that filthy mouth of yours Natasha.”His eyes darken as they drop to my lips.
Just him calling me beautiful slut awakens memories that send a throb of arousal to my centre. “Well I’ve missed that beautiful strong tongue of yours, so we are even,” I whisper.
“If you are trying to get yourself fucked you are going the right way about it.” He licks my neck.
My eyes close as I feel my legs start to open by themselves. Mmm, I need to be fucked … hard. “It’s working then,” I whisper.
He pats the bed next to him. “Come and lie with me.”