“Excellent night vision,” he countered.
He gripped her hips and lifted to meet her downward slide with an upward one of his own. When she couldn’t quite get the friction she wanted, she stroked her clit.
“That’s it.” Josh encouraged her. “Take what you want.”
A streak of pleasure shot through her, and she closed her eyes, grabbing onto passion and sensation and straining for more. Then it was there, claiming her. She caressed her nub more gently now, to prolong the blissful sensations. The pleasure spread, a moan of delight escaping her as her orgasm shimmered, gradually growing bigger, better.
“I can feel you tightening around my cock,” Josh murmured. “So good.”
She leaned forward to kiss him, and without warning, he rolled. She laughed up at him, barely making out his features in the dark.
He surged into her, filling her again. Ashley gripped his shoulders and savored his unleashed power as he invaded and retreated. His strokes quickened then he stilled, balls-deep inside her.
Their lips met, and in that perfect moment, Ashley felt so close to Josh her heart ached. Yes. She intended to fight for Josh, fight for their fledgling relationship, fight for a future. Because, despite her brother’s opinion, Ashley thought they had a chance, and that was worth fighting for.
18 – Things Get Much, Much Worse
The next morning, Ashley let Josh take the first shower while she checked her email. One stood out, and her hand trembled as she clicked on it.
You were warned. This is your fault.
The email was a throwaway fake address, but she sent the email to her printer to give to Nelson.
“Something wrong?” Josh strode into the bedroom, naked apart from the towel wrapped around his waist.
“A love letter from my stalker,” Ashley said. “I’m printing it now.”
Josh retrieved the single page and frowned as he read the message.
“He’s done something else.” Ashley’s gut tangled in knots. “I’m so over this.”
“Take a shower. Get ready for your day. We’ll worry about things when we meet them.” Josh claimed a slow kiss, giving her comfort and diverting her mind, for an instant, to more enticing, enjoyable topics. “Nelson, Gerry, and I have your back.”
“I know. Thanks.”
“Any preference for breakfast?”
“Toast and cereal. Coffee.”
“The usual,” he teased.
“Please.”
“The coffee will be ready when you are,” Josh promised.
“Thanks. I won’t be long.”
A short time later, Ashley walked into the kitchen. Today, in deference to the overcast weather, she’d chosen a charcoal gray pants suit with a buttercup-yellow silk blouse beneath the jacket. She’d left her hair loose and wondered what the press would make of that.
“Are we nearer to discovering this guy?” she asked Nelson. “The publicity might make the senior Labor party management happy, but I’m over it. It’d be nice if Josh and I could walk on the beach or have a coffee at the local café without the logistics. I want my life back. Right now, even a supermarket shop would thrill me.”
“Understandable. We’re still searching for Robert. The guy has your personal email, right?”
“Yes.”
“And, he’d know bits and pieces of your private life,” Nelson said.
“Well, we’re not BFFs, but we do work together. He doesn’t share every detail of my life, but anything party-related—yes.”
