Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
“Good. Same goes.” He takes my hand. It feels easy. Natural. Safe. “So… one more question.”
I tip my head. “About Connor?”
“Yeah. Everyone has a type, don’t they? Of some description.”
Oh no. I get another stomach lurch, because there’s no denying it. I definitely have a type.
“Tell me,” Josh says. “Would I resemble Connor if you put our pictures side by side?”
“Umm…” I begin, and he laughs.
“That’s a yes, then.”
“If Connor was more of a chiselled Adonis, with purple in his hair, then yes. You’d resemble him a bit.” I’m sure I’m burning up. “Tit for tat. Would I look like Amy?”
“Yes,” he says, just like that. “But she didn’t have your stunning eyes, or tits nearly as impressive as yours. And she didn’t have nearly as many boxes on the naughty list ticked as you do.”
“Wow. I’m flattered. Eyes, tits and filth.”
“Chiselled Adonis with purple hair. I’d say we’re both winners.”
“Sure are.”
I love how we laugh together.
The ex talk hasn’t been a full-on wail fest like I was scared it would be. The way Josh and I look at each other says it all. We are both in, both committed, and both wanting the same thing.
It’s easy to say it in words though. It’s another thing altogether to live through the challenges – both betrayed and hurt and lied to by ex-partners. Oh, and being sex workers on top. Fucking other people on a regular basis.
Navigating the winding roads of jealousy and insecurity might need more credit than we’re giving it, all loved up on night one. We’ll have to follow those roads for real when we come to them, I guess.
We both make the move for another kiss when his phone buzzes in his pocket.
“Sorry. That’ll be Tiff,” he says. “We always send each other a D&S message when we’re finished on a proposal. Done and safe.”
What a lovely thing to hear. He types out a reply and gets another ping straight back. He replies again and gets another.
“Is she ok?” I ask, and he sighs.
“Yeah, she’s fine, she just wants to gatecrash. She’s on her way home and asked how the night went. I said it’s still in progress, and she wants to call in, but don’t worry, I’ve said we’re busy.”
He gets another ping through and laughs.
“What?” I say, and he turns the screen to me.
Can’t be that busy if you’re replying to messages within five seconds. I’d love to say hi to Ella. I’ll be passing your floor in about three minutes. You can kick me out again three minutes later if you like.
The thought of seeing Tiff – Creamgirl – for a few minutes makes me feel like a fangirl. The most hardcore of all the hardcorers. My inspiration.
“I’d love to say hi to her,” I tell Josh, and he raises an eyebrow.
“Are you sure? When she gets her cute curvy butt in here, she can be difficult to shift out again. She’ll be yapping on all night.”
“That’s cool. I’d love to yap along with her.”
“I’ll give her the thumbs up,” he says. “Be warned, she’ll likely do a cartwheel when she sees you in here, she’ll be so fucking excited. That’s if she’s capable. She’d likely spew cum everywhere like a garden hose. I think she’s taken a five-on-one this evening.”
“Now that I’d like to see. She can give me some tips on cum-spurting cartwheels.”
He chuckles as he types his message.
“You don’t need Tiff to teach you those. You’ve got yourself a perfectly adequate tutor right here.”
Fucking hell, my pussy clenches again, and I’m all set to dive right in for another kiss when the doorbell sounds out.
“She was already in the hall,” he says.
As Josh answers the door, I can’t help a whole different set of flutters starting up. The fangirl I was as soon as I saw her profile on The Agency website. Creamgirl, the most notorious of them all.
She definitely won’t be doing any kind of cartwheel as she appears in view, though. Not in the slightest. She’s practically waddling. She must have taken one hell of a pounding.
“I’ll have a cup of tea please, if you’re making one,” she says to Josh, then flops down beside me with a grin on her face. “Can’t wait to get to know you, Ella. I have a feeling you’ll be a pretty permanent feature in this place.”
“Stop it, Tiff!” Josh calls over from the kitchen, but her eyes are still sparkling.
“Come on, Josh! Break the news. Are we still in the realms of casual here, or have you cut the crap and made it something solid? Please tell me you have.”
“Jesus Christ,” he says. “Can you wait at least five minutes before diving into tell me everything territory, please?”
“No,” she replies, with a huge smirk on her face, and I can’t help myself laughing. It’s obvious they’re best friends by a clear mile, and I can’t wait to share the news – even if just to hear it spoken out loud.