Page 17 of The Writer’s Block

Before I can close the door, she smiles at me, and damn if I don’t feel the slightest flutter in my chest. “Thank you for talking this out with me.”

I wink. “I told you, JJ. I got you. Always.”

7

Josephine

We drive to my house. The only noise is the music coming from the radio playing early 2000s RnB. I use this time to close my eyes and picture possible scenes for my books.

Well, I try to think about my plot, but I end up just daydreaming of hands running over my body. His breath on my neck. The feeling of him against me. From here, his cologne overtakes my senses, and I am flooded with even more desire.

It’s as if something I didn’t know was hidden is coming out. I’m seeing him in a new light. Not just as a friend but as a lover.

This may not be a good idea. No, it is. He’s my best option. My only option. I have to go all in.

“What are you thinking about over there?” His voice breaks me out of my dangerous thoughts.

I glance from the corner of my eye at him to see a smile beginning to form. He’s on to me. God, this is embarrassing. He’s all relaxed about this, and I’ve been a nervous wreck.

I twist one of the rings on my finger. “Things.”

He grabs my hand. “We don’t have to do anything if you’re uncomfortable. I’m here for whatever you need.”

When we reach his house, he helps me out of the car and guides me inside to his room. This isn’t unusual. I’ve been in his room plenty of times. But it’s different this time. We’re about to do some…things here.

He takes off his watch and places it on his dresser. “I already know you’re on birth control and I’m clean. All the players get tested all the time.”

I nod. “I’m clean too.”

“It’s up to you whether or not we use a condom. I’m fine with what you’re fine with.”

I’ve never had sex without a condom. This would be different. It’s Caleb. If I’m going to do it with anyone, then I’m glad it’s him.

“Without a condom,” I decide, wanting to know how it feels.

He runs his eyes over me like I’m his prey. “I’ll go gentle.”

“I want as much as you can give. That’s the whole point of this.”

His voice lowers. “I’m not sure you want as much as I can give.”

“I do. Pretend we’re not JJ and Caleb. We are just two people who met at a bar. How would you fuck her?”

He hesitates. “Okay. But our safe word is Mushrooms.”

I doubt I’ll need a safe word. Even earlier today, when he had me against the wall, he was gentle. I want to see if there’s more to him. If he can actually fulfill my list.

“Alright. Mushrooms. Now let’s—”

He takes three steps to me and grabs my nape, slamming his mouth against mine and swallowing my gasps.

My shirt is ripped off along with my bra. Damn, can I take as much as he can give? All of his movements are confident and precise. I’m used to a little bit of awkwardness and fumbling around. With him, he knows exactly what he’s doing and what he wants.

He runs his eyes slowly over me, taking in every detail of my body.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, then places a kiss on my throat.

“Yesterday, an old man at the gas station told me he couldn’t believe he had the privilege of breathing the same air as me,” I breathe out as his tongue inches down my neck to my nipple and he latches on. I grab his shoulders at the intensity of pleasure rocketing my body.