The Revelation (5 page)

I groan and shudder with pleasure and relief.

“I love feeling your pussy against my cock with
nothing between us.” He bites my neck. “You’ve got a magic pussy,
Kat.”

Oh, God, I love that he’s a dirty-talker.

After a few minutes of Josh’s deep thrusting and
heated whispers into my ear, I make my patented
just-burned-my-hand-on-the-stove sound and he growls his reply, his
hips moving relentlessly.

“You’re always so wet for me. Oh shit. You’re so
fucking
wet
.”

“I start dripping the minute you step within twenty
feet of me,” I growl.

He lets out a long, low moan that’s so sexy, I
convulse with excitement.

“I can’t get enough of you. I’ve never been addicted
like this.”

My skin pricks all over with a sudden chill. “Oh,
God,” I say. “Here it comes.” For an instant, I feel exactly like
I’m gonna throw up. My insides are beginning to warp and twist.
“Oh, shit.”

“Come on, baby.” He kisses my ear and gropes my
breast. “Come on.”

“Oh shit!” I claw at his chest and pull at his hair
and devour his lips as my body explodes with painful pleasure. Oh
my God, I can’t get enough of this sensation.
I can’t get enough
of this man.

“You’re amazing,” he says, his voice gruff, his
thrusts turning brutal. “You feel so good.”

I feel swept away. I can’t even remember where I am.
It’s like Josh and I are flying, weightless, swirling together. I’m
high on him. On his hard shaft moving in and out of me. On his
scent, the taste of his voracious lips, the sound of his sensuous
growls in my ear. He’s completely overwhelming me in every way.

Except, wait, I think I just heard something besides
Josh’s growls in my ear.

“You feel so fucking good,” Josh says, his hips
gyrating forcefully. “So wet. So tight. Oh, fuck.”

Hang on. Was that a little dinging noise? Almost
like a bell?

Before my brain can answer that question with the
phrase, “Yes, you dumbshit—that was the freakin’ elevator,” Henn’s
strangled voice echoes into the hallway: “Oh my fuck. Gah!”

I freeze, instantly mortified at the sound of Henn’s
horrified voice, but Josh doesn’t stop. To the contrary, he impales
me with monster-truck force into the wall and lets out a strangled
sound that quite plainly signals he’s in the midst of an extremely
pleasurable orgasm.

I hold my breath and close my eyes, letting the dual
sensations of Josh’s climax and my own wretched embarrassment about
Henn stumbling upon us undulate simultaneously through me.

I hear the sound of the elevator doors closing
followed by nothing but Josh panting in my ear. I open one eye and
cautiously peek at Josh. He’s staring at me, his face beaded with
sweat, his eyes smoldering. I glance over his shoulder toward the
elevator, my heart racing, my clit rippling with an aftershock. The
elevator doors are closed. Josh and I are alone in the hallway.
Henn’s nowhere to be found.

I look at Josh again, my cheeks blazing with a
strange mixture of embarrassment and arousal, my heart racing. We
stare at each other for a long, silent beat, our chests heaving in
synchronicity. After a moment, one side of Josh’s mouth hitches up,
ever so slightly, into a smirk.

“Well, that was embarrassing,” he says.

And that’s all it takes—we both burst into
hysterical laughter.

Kat

“I’d love to rinse off real quick,” I mumble,
pulling up my G-string. “Jeez, Josh. That was a lot.”

He laughs. “Sorry, not sorry.” He pulls out his
phone. “Lemme just text Henn and tell him we’ll be down in a few.
I’m sure he came up here wanting to take your passport photo.”

“I’m so embarrassed.”

Josh scoffs. “Eh, he’ll get over it.” He looks at
his phone. “Oh, I’ve actually got a text from ol’ Henny. Imagine
that.”

I wince. “What does it say?”

“It says, ‘Where the fuck are you guys? Text me
where to find you.’” Josh snickers. “Well, I guess he got his
answer, huh?”

Josh taps out a reply, laughing to himself as he
does.

“What are you saying to him?”

“Just that we’ll be down in a few.”

“Oh, good. I was worried you were—”

“
And,
that I missed his text because you and
I were busy taking ol’ one-eye to the optometrist.”

“You did not!”

He shows me his phone. He did. In those exact
words.

“
Josh
!”

He laughs. “Hey, nothing smooths out an awkward
situation better than humor. Trust me, I should know. I’ve been
smoothing out awkward situations my whole fucking life.”

“Ugh.
Josh
.” I put my hands over my face.

“Kat, the man saw me fucking the shit out of you. I
don’t think my text will come as a huge surprise.” When I don’t
join Josh’s laughter, he nuzzles his nose into my ear. “Aw, don’t
worry, babe. He’ll recover. Henn’s got a whopper of a crush on you,
for sure, but he’s a big boy.” He moves my hair behind my shoulder
and kisses my neck. “Maybe seeing us together will help Henn move
past his little crush.” Josh’s phone pings in his hand and he looks
at it. “Henn says, ‘Meet me in an hour. An eye exam should never be
rushed.’” Josh laughs heartily. “See? What did I tell you? Little
Henny’s already bounced back.”

“You’re not embarrassed Henn saw us screwing the
crap out of each other?”

“Well, yeah, of course, I’m embarrassed. Fucking in
front of Henn isn’t high on my list of things to do. But I’m not
gonna lose any sleep over it. At least I was fucking an insanely
gorgeous woman and not a goat. Well, not this time, anyway.”

“Ha, ha. Don’t make bestiality jokes, Josh—I still
haven’t read your perverted application. Speaking of which, how
have I
still
not read your perverted application?”

“Hey, I gave it to you. I’ve met my obligation. If
you haven’t read it by now that’s on you.”

“How do you keep distracting me? Are you some sort
of evil genius?”

“Yes, I am—the world’s dumbest evil genius.”

“I just realized something,” I say, having a genuine
epiphany. “You’ve been diabolically controlling me this whole time,
haven’t you? Controlling me while letting me think
I’m
controlling
you
.”

He shrugs. “I’m wise and powerful, babe; I warned
you right from the start.” He shoots me a megawatt smile. “What’s
the rush on reading that damned thing, anyway? You said you emailed
it to yourself, right?—so now you can read it whenever.”

I smile. I can’t believe how relaxed and easygoing
Josh has become about his application—what a turnaround since we
first started sparring over it.

Josh looks at his watch. “Jonas and Sarah should be
landing in D.C. in about an hour—Jonas said they’d be landing
around seven Washington time. So let’s take a nice, long shower,
let you rinse out your cooch and maybe scrub off some of that
batshit-crazy you’ve got all over you—and then we’ll meet Henn for
the photo thing. By then it’ll be time to touch base with Jonas and
Sarah to see if they have any news about today’s meeting with the
feds.” He pulls me to him close. “And
then
we’ll grab a few
hours of sleep together in my room, just me and you.” He kisses my
neck. “Sound good, my crazy little Party Girl with a Hyphen?”

I think my heart’s gonna burst right out of my
chest. “That all sounds perfect, Playboy.”

Kat

Up ’til now, all of my naked interactions with Josh
have been fast and furious. But now, in this steaming hot,
post-hallway-fuckery shower, I’m finally getting the chance to
slowly touch and appreciate every inch of Josh’s muscled, tattooed
body. And appreciate it, I do. Holy hot damn. He’s gorgeous.

I squirt shower gel into my palm and eagerly run my
hand over his “Grace” tattoo on his chest and then down the ruts
and ridges of his abs and across his pelvis, skimming my palm
between the “V” cuts in his waist and over the word “OVERCOME.”

And, glory be, as I touch Josh, he returns the
favor, slowly exploring every curve and crevice of my wet body with
his palms and fingertips.

“You’re beautiful,” Josh says softly in my ear,
kissing my neck. “Gorgeous.”

My fingertips slide to the tattoo on the right side
of his torso, behind his ribcage. Before now, I haven’t paid much
attention to this one. But now that I’m studying it, I’m noticing
it’s an intricate scene of a fish swimming in a river, shaded by an
overhanging tree on a nearby riverbank.

“What’s the story on this one?” I ask, touching the
fish with my fingertip.

He runs his hand across my right nipple and down my
side, over the curve of my hip, and down my ass cheek. “I’ll give
you my standard answer first,” he says softly, his lips grazing my
ear. “And then, I’ll tell you the whole truth.”

“Okay,” I whisper, just before his lips find
mine.

We kiss for a long time, letting the hot water pelt
us as we do, our hands exploring each other as our lips and tongues
intertwine.

Finally, Josh pulls away from my mouth and licks my
jawline.

I shudder with pleasure. Oh, God, I can’t get enough
of him. I’m absolutely intoxicated with him.

“Your tattoo?” I breathe.

“Sorry, I got distracted,” he says. He smiles and
his eyes sparkle. “My standard answer is it’s a fish because I’m a
Pisces,” he says, his hands skimming over my ass. “Which is
true.”

“You’re a
Pisces
?” I say, pulling away from
him in surprise.

“What? Is that bad?”

“Oh, no. It’s just... ” I trail off. There’s no way
I’m gonna explain that Pisces is the astrological sign most
compatible with Scorpio. “You just seem like such a classic Pisces,
that’s all,” I say smoothly.

“Yeah? What are the characteristics of a classic
Pisces?”

I think briefly. “Compassionate, adaptable,
accepting, devoted, and imaginative.”

He puts his forehead on mine. “Wow, I
rock
.”

I laugh. “Don’t get too enamored with yourself. That
was just the
good
Pisces stuff. You’re also indecisive,
self-pitying, lazy, and escapist.”

“Oh shit.” He grins. “I
suck
.”

We both laugh.

He kisses me again.

“What about you, Miss Scorpio? What’s the rap on
you?”

“I’m loyal, passionate, resourceful, and
dynamic.”

He laughs and pinches my ass. “Dead-on accurate.”
His hands migrate up my back. “Now what’s the shitty Scorpio
stuff?”

I frown. “Well,
supposedly
, I’m obsessive,
suspicious, manipulative, unyielding, and...
jealous
. But I
think that’s all a load of crap.”

We both burst out laughing.

“Oh my God, that’s hilarious,” he says. “Maybe
there’s something to this astrology stuff, after all.”

“It’s amazing how spot-on it can be.”

“So you’re pretty into it?” he asks.

I shrug. “I don’t manage my life based on
astrology—I told you, I’m not one to think everything’s fated—I’m a
firm believer in kicking ass—but I do think it’s crazy how accurate
astrology can be regarding people’s personalities and
compatibility.”

“When’s your birthday?” he asks.

“November sixteenth. When’s yours?”

“March ninth—and Jonas’, too, obviously.”

“Aw, that’s right. I forgot Jonas is a Pisces, too.
Sarah’s also a Pisces.” I smile wistfully. “They’re
Pisces-Pisces-sittin’-in-a-tree. That’s so sweet.”

“Two Pisces is good?”

“It’s amazing. Pisces-Pisces is one of the top love
compatibilities on the Zodiac. When two Pisces join together, it’s
a deep spiritual connection. They’re both water signs, so two
Pisces
meld
together completely, intertwining and becoming
inseparable. They bring out the spiritual side in each other.”

“What about Pisces-Scorpio?”

I can’t believe Josh just asked me about our
astrological love compatibility. My heart is racing. “Pisces and
Scorpio are highly compatible, too—also both water signs,” I say,
my skin pricking with goose bumps even under the pounding hot
water. “But a Scorpio-Pisces union is especially notable for its
intensity and off-the-charts passion. When Pisces and Scorpio get
together, it’s like
ka-boom
.”

His eyes flicker. “Hmm. I think maybe I’m becoming a
believer in astrology.”

He presses himself into me and I feel the
unmistakable sensation of a hard-on jutting into my hip. I look
down.
Oh, hello.
Josh has apparently fully recovered from
our tryst in the hallway and he’s ready to go again. Holy hell,
Joshua William Faraday is a virile motherfucker.

Josh smirks and slides his fingers between my legs.
“I think I’m officially addicted to making you come,” he says
softly. “You’re my new favorite game.”

I never thought I’d see the day, but I actually
think I’ve had my limit of body-twisting orgasms for one day. But,
damn, this man’s definitely got a gigantic boner. Looks like
there’s only one thing for a girl to do: without saying a word, I
kneel and take Josh’s hard-on into my mouth.

I rarely give head, actually—a guy’s gotta be pretty
damned special to me to exert that kind of effort—but when I
do
give it, then by God, I do it right. And this time is no
exception.

Technically, I already gave Josh a blowjob while I
rode the Sybian, but if I’m being honest, that really wasn’t my
best work—I certainly didn’t deliver the Katherine Morgan Ultimate
Blowjob Experience the way I’d normally do, that’s for sure. Of
course, under the circumstances, my lackluster oral performance
couldn’t be helped—I defy any woman to supply a mind-blowing
blowjob while having an orgasm-induced seizure on a jet engine—but
now, suddenly, I feel an urgent desire to show Josh exactly what my
mouth can do.