Going Too Far (The Curvy Submissive) Read Online Free

few weeks ago over dinner. I just
wanted to look at it one more time.”
    “You didn’t tell me that. You just said you wanted to
consider a new vendor. You didn’t tell me that you’d, quote unquote, worked it
out already or that he was a friend.”
    The way Brian bit out the word friend made me flinch.
    “I really don’t have to tell you why I want to do anything.”
    Brian opened his mouth to protest, but one cooling look from
Josh put an end to that. Brian snapped his mouth shut tight as a corset and for
a second they held each other’s gaze without speaking. Brian sometimes forgot
South River wasn’t his, that Josh wasn’t really his best friend when he had to
be his boss, that Brian wasn’t a real Murcek.
    That look made my cheeks warm and I busied myself with the
peanut bowl until the tension eased.
    Most of the time Josh came off as easy going, wrinkled
t-shirts and loose jeans, a trusting, wide smile and baby blue eyes like laser
beams. His dimples were unreal, like if the messy, slightly curly dark hair
sticking up every time he ran his hand through it wasn’t heartbreaking enough,
then he flashed those killer dimples and WHAM, your heart thunked right into
your boots. Needless to say, he’d been very popular in high school. And
college. And whenever someone in heels sashayed into the South River. He looked
like the kind of guy who’d get into a fist fight to protect his best friend. He
looked like the kind of guy you wanted to take home and keep.
    But when he got serious, when you’d tested the limits of his
patience, those eyes became storm clouds, turbulent and fierce that brooked no
argument. When his voice dropped low, losing its affection, when those dimples
vanished, you were screwed . You could feel his authority in your bones.
I’d pushed him too far only twice and wouldn’t do it again for anything. Clearly
Brian felt the same way.
    You know you’ve really fucked up when you’ve forced a nice
guy to be mean.
    “Besides,” Josh went on, relaxing. The dimples appeared and
disappeared as he spoke. “Martin Lamont is a good guy, and more importantly his
local brewery makes fantastic beer. We can get a better price, shorter
shipping, and I’ve offered to help him test some of his experimental stuff.
This is a good deal for both of us. The quote’s on my coffee table. I’ll go get
it.”
    “I can get it.” I tossed the peanut bowl aside and bounced
forward in between Josh’s boots. Without waiting for permission, I slipped two
fingers into his front pocket and swiped his keys. He raised an eyebrow and
watched but didn’t stop me. I grinned and jingled them like hard earned
treasure.
    “Last time I left you alone for ten minutes while I took a
shower and you stole my coffee maker.”
    “Only because I didn’t have one.”
    “Yes, and then neither did I.”
    “But I really wanted some coffee.”
    “Oh well, when you put it that way.”
    I pouted a bit and leaned into him so that he had to make
room for me between his arms. He faked a look of disapproval.
    “I promise to be very good.”
    “You really are kind of a brat sometimes.” Josh set his hand
on my hip casually and set the glass and dish cloth down. I bit my bottom lip
and he sighed, defeated. “Fine, go, but don’t steal anything. Or rifle through
anything. And when you do anyway, don’t make a mess.”
    “Pinky swear.” I gave a little squeal and tried to pull
away, but he held me still.
    “While you’re up there, why don’t you do the dishes, dust,
vacuum. Be useful.”
    Brian snorted. “You’ve seen her apartment right? She doesn’t
do her own dishes.”
    “As a matter of fact, I’ve become exceptional at using the
dishwasher. It’s quite fancy.” I leaned my head against Josh’s arm and batted
my eyelashes up at him. He gazed down, amused. “But if you want someone to pick
up after you, Josh, get a girlfriend.”
    He tapped the tip of my nose. “I don’t need a girlfriend
when I have you.”
    “If