Stanton Box Set

I storm out of the room and see Joshua standing over near the coke machine. I storm over.

“What the hell was that?” I snap.

“Shut up,” he sneers.

“I will not shut up. Who in the hell do you think you are?”

“Who in the hell do you think you are?” he snaps.

“Over it,” I yell.

“Stop this immediately.” Robert’s voice cracks through the room. Oh shit, we both look around to see we have an audience. Joshua narrows his eyes and pulls me by the arm into the fire escape stairway door.

“I’m not finished this conversation,” he yells as the door slams behind us.

“I am,” I yell.

“Listen here, you spoilt little bitch. You will not tell me you are over it, because I am the one who is fucking over it.” He jerks me with his grip on my arm so I am up against the wall. He leans into my face. “I will not lie to my dying grandmother about our fucked-up relationship.” He jerks me closer again.

His proximity steals my ability to speak and my eyes flick to his lips.

He jerks me again but says nothing; his eyes widening, he feels it too. I can feel the heat emanating from his strong body. I put my head back up against the wall as I am filled with want, want for him and what his body can give to me. I’ve so missed this beautiful man. He bends and, starting at the base of my neck, licks up to my jaw. His hand is still painfully tight on my arm, his other hand moves up to my breast and he kneads it as he bites again. His lips linger on my neck. Oh boy, mechanical meltdown. The sound of our heavy breathing echos through the space. He bites me again and a whimper escapes my mouth. And then he is on me, his strong lips take possession of my mouth, his tongue swipes against mine. He pushes his hips into me and I am rewarded with the feeling of his large erection up against my stomach. His hands move down to my behind where he grinds me onto his hips as he kisses me aggressively. He’s so big, so hard. So fucking perfect. I’m like putty in his dominant hands. His hands run up and down my body as if he can’t get enough, as if he doesn’t know where to feel first. I can’t help it, I need to feel him. It’s a need, not want. I run my hand down over his chest where I feel his heart going crazy, down over his rippled abdomen. I have missed this man and his perfect body. He puts his head back as his eyes hold mine and I keep going lower, lower. Oh shit, I am instantly rushed with a wave of wet arousal and my knees nearly buckle from under me. I run my hand over his huge throbbing erection through his pants, and his eyes close at the contact. I gently stroke it upwards as I lean forward and bite his neck. I kiss him again and this time I don’t hold back. I kiss him with everything I have as I stroke him again.

“Does that feel good, baby?” I whisper. I am desperate to please him.

His eyes snap open in realisation. He pulls away from me in disgust and my body cries out in withdrawal. “I’m not your baby,” he snaps, as he stands still looking at me while panting. With that he opens the door and leaves the stairwell in a rush. Huh …what the hell happened? Come back. Oh shit, how embarrassing. I can’t go back out there now. My heart is still racing, and I’m so aroused that if the wind blows and hits me I will burst into orgasm any second. Damn that robber taking my vibrator—this is all his fault. I’m like a dog on heat. With security following me every minute I haven’t been able to replace it—six months without an orgasm is unfucking natural. I rub my hands over my face as I think: what am I going to do? I look up and then down the stairwell. I will go downstairs, then outside and get some fresh air. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry at what just happened. In excitement I start running down the stairs as adrenaline pumps through me. He’s still attracted to me. This outfit is fabulous—I’m wearing it all week.

When I get to the bottom I open the doors tentatively, as I don’t know where they are opening up to. I peek around the door. Oh good, around the side of the hospital. I exit and start to walk around the front of the hospital. There is thick hedging that surrounds a path along the side of the building. I turn the corner to the front of the hospital. Up in front is the large staircase leading into the main entrance and on the other side of the hedge is the grass going down to the road and car park. I am walking along the path back to the front steps when I see Joshua leave the hospital in a rush. Cameron is hot on his heels.

“What in the hell is the matter with you?” Cameron asks as he follows Joshua down the steps. Ben is just behind them.

“I’m a fucking idiot. Glutton for punishment,” Joshua snaps as he runs his hands through his hair in frustration.

“What happened?”

“I just kissed her, actually more than that I dry humped her up against the wall.”

“What!” Cameron squeaks.

They get to the bottom of the stairs.

“Where are the cars?” Joshua angrily snaps at Ben as he looks around.

“At the back of the car park. I will ring them now.” He pulls out his phone and starts dialling.

Oh shit, this is bad. I’m on the path minding my own business and now I find I am a Russian spy hiding in the hedge. My eyes bulge—what if they see me? Joshua will go feral. I sink deeper into the bush. Shit, shit, shit.

“Why are you acting so crazy?” Cameron asks.

Joshua glares at him. “Because I’m not fucking going there.”

“You already went there, dumbass.”

“Shut up,” Joshua screams and Ben raises his eyebrows at Cameron, signifying psycho chicken.

“Book the VIP room tonight, Ben,” Joshua snaps. “I need to get laid.”

Ben smiles. “Yes,” he mouths at Cameron while he starts dialling another number.