Page 53 of Drive Me Wild
A moment later, Josie slides into the other side of the bed. As I move my arm to wrap around her, I’m reminded of averyimportant question I have to ask her. “Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to have a threesome?”
Josie’s mouth immediately falls open, her upper lip curling back. I’m glad the bedside lamp’s still on so I can watch how horrified she seems by the idea.
“Absolutely not,” she says abruptly. “I don’t know where you got that idea, but?—”
I cut her off by showing her the plush piggy that’s been concealed behind my back. It was hidden underneath the pillows, and I only discovered it when I went to switch them because I like the flatter one on top.
“I wonder if this counts as aménage à trois,” I tease lightly. “You, me, and Miss Piggy.”
Her cheeks flush bright pink and she lunges for the piglet. I hold my arm up so it’s out of her reach.
“Theo!” Her lower lip pushes forward. All I want to do is nibble on it, common cold be damned. “Give me back Mademoiselle!”
Mademoiselle?My arm briefly bends as unrestrained laughter pours out of me. Josie takes advantage of my lax muscles and pounces on me. Being straddled by a bombshell with a low-grade fever while I’m holding her stuffed pig named Mademoiselle hostage isn’t how I ever imagined myself spending a Friday night, but here we are.
When Josie reaches up to grab her prized possession, she accidentally grinds against my cock. The soft moan I let out as she continues to wiggle around makes her pause briefly. Suddenly, she begins moving her hips in a very strategic manner. I’m Play-Doh—complete and utterly at her mercy as my cock hardens under her touch. She easily recaptures Mademoiselle and rolls off me.
I’m now uncomfortably turned on, but what else is new? It happens every time I’m thinking about or around Josie. I rest my hand on her hip, but she smacks it away. “Leave me and Mademoiselle alone.”
“Jos.” I chuckle, snaking my arm around her. “I think it’s adorable that you still sleep with a stuffed animal.”
“Lots of adults sleep with their childhood stuffed animal,” she huffs. “Almost forty percent of the population, according to studies.”
“I believe you.” I press slow butterfly kisses along her shoulder blade before letting my lips take their final place on her neck. “It’s sweet.”
Despite her quiet grumbling, I can hear her breathing become shallow as I continue to tease her neck with my tongue. Knowing I turn her on just as much as she turns me on makes my head spin.
“IsMademoisellethe one you got from your birth mum?” I pronounce the name with a French accent.
Josie turns around and when her eyes meet mine, my brain gets fuzzy. “Yes,” she says simply.
I press my lips against her collarbone. “This is a horrible segue, but do you want to go to Rosalie’s birthday party with me in a few weeks?”
I ended up buying my goddaughter all three dolls I was comparing at the store. It’s not like I don’t have the money for it.
Josie scrunches up her nose. “Why is that a bad segue?”
“Because it’s Peppa Pig-themed.”
She smacks me in the arm, an adorably angry pout on her face. “Sod off, Walker.”
“Please?” I ask in a whiney voice. I love my goddaughter but quite frankly, I’d like to drop kick Peppa Pig into the depths of the Atlantic Ocean. I don’t know what it is about that damnpig, but she drives me up a wall. I find her insufferable. “Did I mention there’s going to be an ice cream cake?”
Her features relax slightly at the mention of this. “I’ll think about it.”
We both know that’s a yes. Josie rolls her eyes at my wide smile and flicks off her bedside lamp. My body immediately finds hers in the dark and I wrap my arms around her, feeling the smooth warmth of her skin. Her still damp hair holds the intoxicating mix I associate with her, and I nuzzle into it.
“Jos?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you want Mademoiselle to sleep on your side or mine?”
She kicks my shin with the heel of her foot under the blanket. “You’re not going to have a side if you keep up your teasing, Walker.”
That shuts me up immediately. Besides landing pole for a race and theCrocodile Corkscrew, spooning is now one of my favorite positions. And I don’t want to lose that privilege anytime soon.
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