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“Is he always like this with you?” I shrug, unsure what to say, and slightly embarrassed. What must he have seen in the past? How many girls has he had this conversation with? I push these negative thoughts out of my mind. Stop it Natasha. Thankfully we arrive at my apartment shortly after and the burly bodyguard gets out and opens the door for us.

“Josh, wake up,” I whisper.

“I think we had better help you get him upstairs.”

“Thanks Adrian, that would be great,” I gently pat Josh’s face and he wakes.

“We are home Josh, get out of the car.”

“Hmm,” he stumbles out of the car and wraps his arm around my shoulder. I guide him through the foyer and into the lift with the two men behind me, and a horrifying thought crosses my mind. Shit, is my apartment a mess? I can’t even remember. I definitely didn’t expect company tonight. We get to the front door and Adrian must be able to read my mind because he turns to the other man.

“We should be good from here. I will meet you in the car.” He nods and disappears back into the lift. I smile.

“Thanks Adrian, I really appreciate it.” He takes over holding Josh up while I find my keys in my bag and unlock my front door. I flick on the light and silently thank the lord my house isn’t as messy as I envisaged.

“Come in,” I gesture to Adrian. He nods as he leads Josh in. I grab Josh’s hand and lead him up the hallway towards my bedroom.

“Get into bed, baby. I will be in in a minute.” He nods and starts stripping off in the hallway in front of us. I smile and turn back to Adrian. He raises his eyebrows as he puts his hands in his suit pockets.

“I’ve seen a very different man tonight to the one I know, Tash.”

I smile. “It’s funny you say that, because tonight I have seen the first glimpse of the man I do know.” I flop onto the lounge. He sits down next to me and looks around my apartment.

“Nice place.”

I smile. “Thanks, I like it. Do you want the tour?”

“Sure,” he smiles as he stands.

“This is the living room,” I gesture around the room. “Kitchen,” I wave my hand around. “Bathroom,” as I show him the bathroom.

He frowns. “I am so organising a bathroom renovation for you tomorrow,” he laughs. Ohh, I’m shocked. How rude, my bathroom might be brown nineteen–seventies shit but how dare he insult it. Who in the hell does he think he is, Donatella fucking Versace? He must have realised he’s insulted me. “I’m sorry… I just am so used to organising things. I just assumed that I am your personal assistant too. Now that you’re with Josh.” He has the ordacity to look embarrassed.

“I don’t need a personal assistant,” I snap. That came out harsher than I meant it to. I look up and I can see the hurt in his eyes. Poor bastard, he’s trying to be nice. You’re such a bitch, Natasha.

“But I could use a friend,” I smile. He smiles back and grabs my hand and pulls me up the hallway. There we see Joshua, spread–eagled and naked on the bed like a starfish, asleep. I look down.

“I imagine you must have seen some sights. I mean, being with him all the time.” I walk past him back towards the lounge room, uncomfortable with where this conversation was going.

“No, funnily enough I have never seen Josh touch a woman at all.” I frown at him. “Josh doesn’t date. Girls drape themselves off him, but I have never seen him like he was tonight. He’s different with you.”

I smile, poor misguided Adrian. “Thanks for trying to save my feelings but I know what Josh is like. He’s way too affectionate to not touch girls. I’m not stupid.”

He rubs my arm. “I think you underestimate him, Natasha.”

I smile. “I wish. Do you want to grab a coffee in the morning?”

He nods. “I will call you.”

“Ok, sounds good,” and then he was gone. I was alone with my beautiful man, my beautiful, unconscious, smelling–like–a–brewery man who was sleeping like a baby. I take my phone out and snap a photo of him. I smile as I look at it; there’s one for the family album.

“Wake up, precious girl,” his husky, whispered voice splinters my dreams and brings me into consciousness. “I need you.” He kisses my neck and runs his open mouth down its length to my collarbone. I slowly come to and inhale the strong scent of soap and toothpaste. He’s showered—what the hell time is it? It’s still dark. Why is he even awake? His strong body radiates with need. His arms are straining to hold his weight off me. I can feel the muscles contracted and the overwhelming power emanating from his body. He wasn’t exaggerating—he does need me I can feel it oozing from his every pore. “I’m aching for you, aching to be inside you.” Hmm, I like this wake–up call. I rub my eyes as my legs fall open.

“Josh, what time is it?” I whisper.

“It’s make–love–to–Josh time,” he smiles into my neck. His smile is contagious and I find myself mirroring him like an idiot. “Roll over presh. I need you from behind.” He rolls my hip so that I am on my stomach and then hitches my right leg up. My knee is level with my breastbone. Then he is on me. He pulls my hair to the side to gain access to my neck. His heavy breathing into my ear from behind sends goose bumps across my body, awakening every cell. His hand runs from my knee to my behind and back again. His fingers gently slide between my legs and he hisses when he feels me. “So wet,” he whispers. “You need me too. Do you know what a turn–on that is.”

“Yes,” I whisper darkly. This is what his touch does to me: it leaves me vulnerable and begging, submissive even? Before I have time to analyse my thoughts on this, his fingers are inside me. Long, stroking, circular movements, stretching me open. I instantly lift my hips in a silent beg. I need more. My body needs more. As he bites my neck, he slowly sinks his heavy length into my wet sex.