Just Breathe Trilogy Box Set (104 page)

“No,” I whimper after getting the chance to answer.

Joe continues to push his fingers in and out as he spanks me. He experiments with several techniques, changing from how he thrusts inside me, to how much of his fingers are penetrating, to wiggling them before, during and after each tantalizing sting is administered to my ass. It doesn’t take long for him to find a rhythm that causes my climax to arrive.

“That was hot,” Joe boasts. “You’re hot.”

I giggle as my body shakes.

He spins me, holding me tight as he kisses me. Joe’s lips travel down my body, slurping up the excess moisture between my legs before he turns on the shower. Ever the gentleman, he assists me to get in. I try to lower to my knees, eager to offer my mouth to his cock, but Joe blocks me, insisting on hoisting me against the wall.

“I need to feel you,” he comments.

“You are feeling me,” I tease.

“No,” he laughs. “I need to feel you wrapped around me.”

“O . . . kay,” my voice shakes as he slides in.

Joe moans his satisfaction when I’m completely stuffed. “That’s it. That’s what I needed. I needed to feel you . . . my girlfriend surrounding me.”

My arms tighten around his neck as my brain enjoys hearing him call me that. “I need to feel you . . . my boyfriend . . . stuffing me with your cock.”

“Potty mouth,” Joe goads. “I should spank you for that.”

“You already . . . have,” I pant.

Joe laughs into my neck. After several more thrusts, he requests, “Say it again.”

“Stuff me with your cock,” I repeat.

“No,” he chuckles. “Before that.”

“I need to feel you,” I tease, knowing what he wants me to say.

He nips at my ear. “No,” he corrects. “Just after that.”

“Ohh,” I reply. “You mean . . . my boyfriend?” The words come out with each breath I release as he continues to fuck me.

“Yes,” he confirms. “Say it again.”

“Getting . . . demanding now . . . aren’t we?” I goad between pants.

“Please,” he requests.

“My . . . boyfriend,” I hum into his ear. “My . . . boyfriend.”

“Yes,” he replies as his cock stiffens. My third orgasm begins to surface and Joe declares, “I’m yours, beautiful.”

“Mmmmmmm,” I moan as the climax permeates every single cell of my body.

“I’m yours, Emma,” Joe repeats as he grunts his release.

As our breathing slows, I request, “More, please.”

Joe laughs as he sucks in air. “How do you want it?”

“
Bunny style
,” I reply.

“Sure, beautiful,” he answers.

Joe lets me down and it takes my legs a second to steady underneath of me. We quickly reposition ourselves and he glides himself back in. He presses his upper body into my back as he lifts my left leg up to rest on the edge of the tub for a better angle. His hands hold me firmly as he thrusts.

“God, beautiful,” Joe moans into my neck. “What you do to me . . . I can’t get enough.”

“I’m . . . not going anywhere,” I reply in between pants.

“God, I hope not,” Joe returns. “I just got you and I want more.”

My forehead presses into the tile as he continues to fuck me. “Got me?” I giggle. “You’ve had me since . . . July.”

“No,” Joe corrects. “I just got you back in New York.”

“How so?” I check.

“When you called me your boyfriend,” he shares.

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” I moan as the orgasm shatters into me.

“Fuck,” Joe says through a clenched jaw as his release occurs.

When I turn to face Joe, I mention, “No.”

“No what?” he checks.

“You’ve had me since July,” I say.

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

The grin on Joe’s face is priceless and I wish I had a camera to capture it.

He pulls me into him, kissing me with desperate sweetness. We linger against each other’s body for several more minutes as we wade under the water before washing up.

Once we’re dressed, we have some breakfast and I give him a quick breakdown of the cleansing process. He generally seems intrigued, but I don’t know how much of that will last when he sees how it actually goes as we venture from room to room in the apartment.

I turn on some music, burn some incense and start with the spare bathroom. Usually, I begin in one of the bathrooms and work my way from one end of the apartment to the next. By the time I hit the kitchen, it’s time for a snack or a meal, making it easier to clean that room only once.

Joe watches me for a few seconds in the guest bathroom, but is quick to assist since there isn’t much to do. We wipe down the walls, floors and doors and then the items inside. Any objects that can’t be cleaned with a cloth, like towels, are tossed into the washer. The hallway into the second bedroom is easily done with only the walls and carpet to be cleaned. We take out everything from the bedroom closet, except the filing cabinet, clean and then place everything back. Joe’s a trooper, not complaining at all as we move along from the closet into the second bedroom, which is actually my office, and the main part of the room.

“It’s a good thing you aren’t one of those women who likes a lot of nicknacks,” Joe states.

“Why?” I laugh.

“I’d make you clean them all yourself,” he chuckles.

“You’re mean,” I reply.

“Even if you were, it wouldn’t bother me,” he returns.

“But, you just said . . . .”

Cutting me off, he laughs, “I’m just teasing, beautiful.” His lips reach for mine.

“You’re not getting off that easy,” I goad.

“It’ll take more than a kiss from you to get me off, but it’s a start in the right direction,” he laughs.

“Don’t start,” I direct. “You promised.”

“I know. I know,” Joe affirms. “But, that doesn’t mean I can’t have a kiss or two.”

“Only if you behave,” I challenge. “We’re not halfway done yet.”

Joe crawls over the floor, deliberately trying to distract me with his mouth. “Where is the halfway point?”

“The kitchen slash living room area,” I share. “Once we’re done here, we’ll take a break and eat.”

“Do we have time for a distraction then?” he explores.

“No,” I object. “But, if we keep moving at this rate, we just might finish before dinner . . . giving us more time tonight.”

“Mmmmm,” Joe hums, kissing me. “That sounds good.”

“Focus,” I direct. “Focus.”

“I am focused,” Joe comments.

“No, you’re not,” I laugh.

“Yes, I am,” he counters, moving to my neck. “I’m focused on you.”

“I meant cleaning, goof,” I remind.

“Oh,” he says, flashing me his boyish grin. “My mistake.”

“Riiiiiight,” I muse.

“What?” Joe feigns.

“Nothing,” I reply.

We exchange a few smiles and laughs as we continue forward.

Thirty minutes later, the office is finished and we’re in the kitchen making lunch by noon. The cleaning process is moving much faster with someone helping and I’m curious to see how quickly we get it done. As we eat, my phone rings.

“Hey, Mags. What’s up?” I greet.

“Hey, Em,” she replies. “I was just checking to see if you’re still coming tomorrow to help Mŭqīn and everyone with the food.”

“Of course,” I return. “I haven’t missed it since we started. What makes you think I wouldn’t be there?”

“Well, you know,” she answers.

“No, I don’t,” I reply.

“Well, I just figured you might have plans with Joe,” she states.

“No. I’ll be there. Besides, Joe can go a day or two without me,” I comment.

“What?” Joe questions playfully.

“Oh, he’s there with you,” she says.

“Yeah,” I confirm. “Just taking a break from cleaning.”

“Wow,” Maggie exclaims. He’s helping you clean the apartment for the cleansing?”

“Yeah. Why?” I check.

“Henry made some work excuse and is hiding in the home office,” she mentions. “It’s not like we’d be doing the whole house by ourselves. We’ve got six maids to assist. Tell Joe I said
hi
.”

“Maggie says
hi
,” I inform.

“Hi, Maggie,” Joe replies with a mouthful of food.

“Joe says
hi
,” I share. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Mags, but I honestly believe that Henry has never cleaned a single thing in his life.”

“I know,” she huffs.

Joe chuckles at my statement, nodding to confirm that my assumption is correct.

“Let him know that he can come too tomorrow . . . if he wants to, that is,” Maggie mentions.

“I doubt Joe would want to be stuck in the kitchen with all of us girls tomorrow,” I present.

“What’s happening tomorrow?” Joe asks.

I purposefully ignore him and continue with Maggie.

“He doesn’t sound like he’d mind, besides, Jared would be there too,” she reminds.

“Jared is one of the girls,” I state. “Joe would be out numbered.”

“For what?” Joe asks, but I ignore his question.

“Everyone knows about you and him,” Maggie announces.

“Big surprise,” I comment.

Maggie sighs. “I think Henry didn’t like not knowing, so he told his parents and then they told mine.”

“Even more reason not to have Joe come tomorrow,” I declare.

“What? Why?” Joe pries.

I wave my hand at him like it’s nothing.

“Emma? Are you mad that they’ve known before you got to tell them? Nǎinai and the whole family
are
excited and happy for you,” she shares.

“No, I’m not mad,” I confess. “It’s just weird.”

“What’s weird?” Joe asks, moving closer.

“I understand, Emma. I do. I know this is new for you and all,” Maggie consoles.

“Thanks,” I reply.

“Well, he’s welcome either way. It might be easier for you with just us girls to start off before the New Year,” she suggests.

“Maybe,” I answer.

“Okay,” she returns politely. “Let me know. See you tomorrow.”

“Sounds good,” I confirm. “See you.”

“Love you,” Maggie says.

“Love you,” I repeat, purposefully looking at the floor and then hang up.

“What’s tomorrow?” Joe searches.

“Nothing,” I say, taking another bite of my salad.

“Emma?” Joe asks, pressing gently.

“Nothing,” I repeat.

Joe places his plate in the sink and then stands right next to me with his one hand on the back of my chair stool.

“What?” I say, stuffing the last mouthful of food in. I shift to get up, but Joe blocks me.

He pushes my plate to the side and brushes his fingers along my cheek as I finish chewing. “What’s tomorrow?” he asks, kissing my forehead.

“Nothing,” I repeat.

“Emma,” he says more sternly. “Either you can tell me, or I’ll find out from Henry.”

“You don’t fight fair,” I complain.

“You make it so I have to do it this way,” he states.

“No, I don’t,” I challenge.

“If you would just tell me, I wouldn’t have to ask Henry, or Maggie, or anyone else who will clue me in about tomorrow,” he presents.

“Maybe it’s none of your business,” I counter. “Maybe it’s a secret and you’re ruining it.”

Joe laughs at my comment. “I know you’re lying, which is why I’m asking.”

“How do you know I’m lying?” I explore.

“The terrified look on your face,” he presents.

“I’m not terrified,” I rebut.

“I’m not offended that you want to spend a day with the girls,” he mentions. “I’m just curious about what you have planned.”

“Why? Are you going to suddenly show up or something?” I inquire.

“No,” he laughs. “I just like the fact that we talk and communicate about everything that’s going on.”

I’m not sure what look I have on my face when Joe’s expression softens and he chuckles.

“Okay, mostly everything,” he clarifies.

“What do we not talk about?” I ask, wanting to change the subject.

“You’re emotions and thoughts about certain things,” he states calmly. “Remember the wedding pictures?!”

Shit. He’s got me on that. I do try to hide it, but I guess he knows me a little better than I realize. Damn it.

“I can usually gauge with you by your expressions,” he admits.

“It’s just another tradition Maggie and her family do each year,” I huff. “Tomorrow the girls get together and prepare all of the food by hand. Nothing is store bought, it’s all made from scratch.”

“Wow. Really?”

“Yeah,” I confirm.

“That’s probably why it all tasted
really
good,” he says with a smile. “I won’t tag along. I know Henry will probably be with his dad, Fŭqīn and the rest of the family and I can hang out with them.”

“You’re not upset?” I question, not expecting his reaction.

“Why would I be?” he says. “Like I said, I just like to know. I don’t want you to feel like you need to hide things from me, Emma.”

“Okay,” my voice shakes.

Joe leans down and kisses me. He shifts my seat, rotating my body to where I’m facing him and he parts my knees slightly so he can move closer. My hands grip his waist as our mouths continue to mold together.

“Will you be tired by the end of the day tomorrow?” he searches with a smile.

“Yes,” I say. “We’re in the kitchen from nine in the morning until about nine at night.”

“I can keep Sadie with me if you’d like,” he offers.

I shrug my shoulders. “I’ll see if the kids will be there. She’s usually good about keeping them distracted or out of trouble.”

Joe nods. “So, what’s so scary about the idea if I did come?”

“Nothing,” I answer sharply.

Joe laughs. “Would I be invading girl time, making it hard for you ladies to chat?” he asks sweetly.

“Probably,” I agree.

“Will I see you in the evening?”

“If you want to,” I comment. “I can text you when I’m on my way back.”

“Do you want me to meet you here or do you want to go to my place?” he inspects.

I shrug my shoulders.

“We’ll play it by ear then,” he confirms, kissing me again.

My head nods slightly as our mouths open, allowing our tongues to dance.

The kitchen and the living room area take the longest to clean compared to all of the other rooms, but we’re done sooner than I would be if it was just me doing it alone. I remind Joe that we’ve gotten past the halfway point and he just smiles and kisses me before moving into the bedroom area. Once the bedroom is complete, we venture into my walk-in closet which is our second to last room for the day. I check my phone for the time when I change to the next song that is playing and am surprised to see that it’s only four forty-four in the evening.