Page 144 of Stanton Unconditional

“You feel so good. Fill me, harder, faster,” I cry.

He seems to lose control as he stands suddenly, lifts me and pushes me against the wall. His hips are now pumping into me at such a fast pace all I can do is hang on. Oh God, my head is against the wall and he is taking me hard, ripping into me as his body starts to drip with sweat. He drops his head to my shoulder and groans from his stomach as he jerks in orgasm while he breathes heavily into my neck. We stay still, lost in the moment. The connection between us is so intense I can hardly breathe. I tenderly pull his face back to mine and kiss him gently as once again the emotion I feel for this man nearly brings me to tears.

“I love you,” I whisper through glassy eyes.

His haunted eyes meet mine and I frown. What was that look?

Why did he look at me like that?

“Baby, what’s wrong?” I whisper as I gasp for breath.

He shakes his head and drops it to my shoulder again as he appears to try and compose himself. What the hell is going on here?

“Nothing’s wrong, Presh, that’s what’s wrong,” he says sadly.

I frown as I try to understand the meaning of that statement.

He gently pulls out of me, eases my feet to the ground and he kisses me again.

Trying to erase the last twenty seconds, I smile. “Shower?” He smiles broadly. “Are you feeling dirty, my beautiful

slut?” I smile shyly.

“As a matter of fact, Mr. Stanton, I am.”

I slowly wake to the sound of heavy breathing. Joshua is out cold next to me. Having sex for hours will do that to a man. He must be exhausted. I know I am. I sleepily trudge to the bathroom and return to the bed and lie down. Joshua throws his arm over my stomach and he leans over and kisses me while his eyes stay closed.

“Morning, beautiful,” he sighs sleepily.

I lean in and kiss his cheek. “Morning,” I smile.

He rolls to his side and winces, still with his eyes closed. “Shit… you must be sore.”

I giggle. “Yes, some sex fiend took his liberties from my body all night.”

With his eyes still closed, he smiles, grabs my behind and pulls me into him. “Yeah, well, you did put out the invitation to the party with that outfit.”

I giggle again and he kisses the top of my head. “What time is it?” he asks.

I shrug. “About nine I think.”

“Hmm,” he groans. “I have to get up.”

“Why?” I frown. “It’s Saturday. Can’t we stay in bed all day?”

He opens his eyes for the first time and smiles. “I wish. I have to train.”

I really am over this work out shit. “You don’t have to train. I am making you breakfast, then I’m taking a shower with you and then when I want to go back to bed for a nap you can go to the gym.” I smile sweetly.

He smirks. “Not happening, I’m going in twenty minutes.” He hops up slowly and walks to the shower.

I lie on my back. “Take note, I just put out an invitation and I got a decline,” I yell.

He calls back from the bathroom. “Not a decline, just a rain check.” I roll my eyes, same shit.

I make my way to the kitchen and start to make my coffee. I need to ask him about that comment last night. It’s weighing heavily on my mind. Joshua walks through my apartment with a towel around his waist and opens up the front door. A bag is sitting outside waiting for him. Who put it there and why do I keep forgetting about those bloody bodyguards lurking around my apartment?

He scoops it up and saunters back to my room as he smirks at me. Hmm what did he say again? I narrow my eyes as I try to think of the exact wording, nothing is wrong that’s what’s wrong. What in the hell does that mean? Does he want something to be wrong between us, haven’t we had enough wrong? I’m ready for right. I make him a protein shake, put some toast in the toaster and pour our coffee while deep in thought. How am I going to handle this? I can demand an explanation, or I can try and work it out in time. Maybe he didn’t mean it. Five minutes later he walks out in a pale blue tank and black sports shorts and sneakers. I hand him his shake.