Stanton Box Set

“With you,” he replies gently.

Oh god, me too. I smile. “Ok, but I am not being your booty call remember.” I raise a brow.

He smiles. “Maybe I can be yours.” His eyes penetrate mine and he’s giving me that come fuck me look he does so well.

I bite my lip to stifle my smile. Yes, that’s exactly what I want, Joshua Stanton as my booty call. Be strong, Natasha, you can do this.

“Shall we go to bed then?” I ask nervously.

He smirks. “No, if I go to bed with you now, your feet are going to be around my ears in about seven minutes flat, especially in that little purity number you have going on.” He runs his tongue over his bottom lip as his eyes drop down my body.

I smile again as I visualise him on top of me, my feet around his ears. Shit. I need sex.

I nod and walk into my bedroom and retrieve the quilt from my bed and two pillows. I walk out and put them onto the lounge next to him.

“We will watch television out here for a while then,” I smile.

He frowns at me as I spread the quilt out and put the pillows up one end. I pull the covers back.

“Are you cuddling my back?” I ask.

He smirks. “I think I can do that.”

I lie to the front of the lounge and lie on my side. “Get in behind me,” I say.

“I thought you were never going to ask.” He smiles as he stands and pulls his jeans down. I instantly look away. If I see he’s aroused it’s all over. I am only human after all. He leaves his t-shirt and tight trunk underpants on and crawls in behind me. He puts his bottom arm under my head and his top arm around my waist and kisses my temple.

“That’s better,” he whispers into my ear as goosebumps run over my body.

I smile at the feeling of him wrapped around me and his lips on my temple. This is more than better. This is heaven. I start to relax and listen to his regular breathing.

I hold my hand up and he takes it gently in his and we lie together in silence watching a stupid show on Ice Truckers.

After a heavenly comfortable silence of about half an hour, Joshua kisses my temple again and I smile into him.

“Josh,” I whisper.

“Mmm,” he answers sleepily.

“If I could be anywhere in the world tonight, doing anything I wanted …”

“Mmm,” he answers.

“I would want to be here with you, doing just this.”

I feel him smile behind me. “Really?” he replies.

“Really,” I smile. He kisses my temple again.

“You can be quite endearing when you want to be, Miss Marx, and very easily pleased,” he whispers.

I smile again and turn my face so he kisses my cheek. “You can shut up and look pretty now,” I whisper. I feel him smile behind me as he kisses my temple again.

“Goodnight Josh,” I smile.

“Goodnight Tash,” he whispers.

I struggle to break free. The sound of Joshua groaning as they hit him echoes through the dark wet tunnel. Three men are holding him while three others are taking turns in hitting him.