Twisted Reality (Blind Reality #2) Read Online Free Page A

yes.” Sitting up, he immediately takes one breast in his mouth. He alternates between sucking and biting while his other hand disappears between us and his finger starts rubbing and pinching my clit.
    “You’re so deep.” The words that tumble out of my mouth in a non-coherent sentence seem to spur him on because he shifts positions, pulls me down to his chest, and starts thrusting into me. I scream out as my orgasm rushes through my body, making me convulse with pleasure.
    Josh grunts as his release finds him and his limbs go weak. We’re both still, too tired to move and unwilling to disengage from each other.
    “I’ve just decided you can’t stay here or move back home while I’m filming.”
    I laugh, causing his still somewhat erect penis to flex inside of me.
    “Do that again, babe.”
    I do this repeatedly until he starts moving slowly inside of me. The slow ministrations are welcomed and before I know it I’m flat on my back with my legs over his shoulders. Our releases are quick this time and feel more like aftershocks. It’s like we needed this extra bit to finish us both off.
    He rolls off of me, pulling me into his side. “So like I was saying …”
    “Yes, about me not staying here.”
    “Yeah, you’re definitely coming to Alabama with me because there’s no way in hell I’m going to survive without being inside of you for that long.”
    “You can survive without sex, Josh.”
    Josh pops up onto his side, startling me. “Woman, do not make me hog-tie you and drag your ass to Alabama.”
    “I’ve never been tied up,” I interject. He drops his head and groans, before looking at me again.
    “Seriously, though, Joey. I don’t want us to be apart from each other. After a long day at work I want to come back to your arms and make love to you. We’ll rent a suite at a hotel, and while I’m working you can explore or take some of the local tours. When I’m not working, we’ll walk hand-in-hand while we sightsee and have a mini-honeymoon.”
    “That’s what I wanted, too, Josh.”
    “Then why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, cupping my cheek.
    “I was afraid.”
    He doesn’t ask of what because I’m sure he knows. Leaning forward, he kisses me softly, letting his lips linger against mine. “Never be afraid to tell me what you want. You’re my wife. My partner. After this movie and the next, every project I do will be a decision we’ll make together. Wherever I have to go, you’re always welcome.”
    A small tear forms in the corner of my eye and he wipes it away. “You’re so beautiful, Joey. I tried to deny my feelings. I tried to fight every single one of them, but every touch, every kiss, and every time you would look at me it would chip away at my resolve. I thought I could kiss you and enjoy the days we were spending together, but every single one sealed our fate. There was no way I was leaving that house without you next to me.”
    “But you did,” I stupidly remind him, ruining the moment.
    “It’s a mistake I’ll never make again.”

    While we dress for dinner, Josh gives me the rundown on what to expect. He says most of the paparazzi will be gone, having moved on to the next celebrity, but some will linger around, waiting for us to make another appearance.
    He asked me from the get-go if I wanted to order room service or venture out and I chose the latter. Not because I don’t want to be holed up with my husband, but because I felt like if we didn’t leave we’d never eat any food, and we’re both famished. We need food in our systems, good food at that, and room service isn’t always reliable when it comes to quality.
    I put on a simple blue dress with matching heels. It was hanging in the closet and Josh said the manager likely sent it up as a gift. It would be rude not to wear it. Josh dresses in relaxed jeans and a button down, rolling up his sleeves and showing off his arm-porn. He catches me licking my lips as he flexes absentmindedly.
    “We can stay