Ivory Tower (13 page)

“Turn.” His voice was gruff.

Jenna willingly turned and was unzipped before she
completed the maneuver.

Josh stripped in about as little time. As he made to pull
her back to the bed, she stalled. “Wait.”

“I don’t think I can.”

“Just for a moment.” She took the tiara from her hair and
set it on the nearby desk, then, in strapless bra and a white thong, she
kneeled on the bed and crawled her way up Josh’s body, pressing kisses wherever
she wanted on his feet, calves, thighs. When she licked a droplet from the tip
of his cock, he groaned. In the next instant, her bra was unhooked and she lay
on her back with Josh over her, clouds of desire darkening his eyes.

“I don’t think I can do foreplay at the moment.”

Jenna grinned. “I don’t believe I need foreplay...at the
moment.”

He yanked her thong down and tossed it behind him.

She opened to him as he looked at her.

“Now?”

She nodded, so wet, so ready, so wanting to be past this
final barrier.

“Finally,” Josh whispered hoarsely. The tip of his cock caressed
her folds, pressed against her, opening her, causing a flood of dampness. Then,
a quick hurt, gone in a moment, as he broke past her gift to him and fully
seated himself.

“Oh, my God, baby. You are so tight. So hot, wet, and so fucking
wonderful.”

“Josh?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Shut up and show me what you’ve got.”

“Whatever you say, Mrs. Latham.” And he did just that,
thrusting, touching her soul, then releasing. In slow measures, he drove her to
the tip of insanity. She clamped her walls tight around him, barely able to
hear the moan that escaped his mouth.

He latched onto her breast and sucked, and the sensation
was like a string pulling at her clit. It was the final straw and she shuddered
into her building orgasm. He sped up, matching her need, and together they
crashed into their climax. Long, rolling waves lapped at her as he continued to
drive in and out. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, could only flow with another
orgasm as it hit her, stronger than the first, buoyed by their love and the
certainty that they were forever-mates.

Long moments later he collapsed beside her, breathing hard.

Jenna’s whole body felt boneless. She couldn’t move. They
panted in unison until the kaleidoscope of color that blinded Jenna settled
back to normal vision. She turned toward Josh and propped herself up on an
elbow. “Was I worth the wait?”

He toyed with a lock of her hair. “So worth it. Knew you
would be.” Josh pulled her down, caressing her with his lips, sucking her
bottom lip into his mouth.

“Why, ah do believe your cock is waking up again, Mr.
Latham.” She stretched her hand along his silky length, then clutched him at
the base until he gasped and disengaged her fingers.

“First things first,” he said, pointing. “To the shower,
Mrs. Latham.”

Giggling, Jenna jumped off the bed and headed for the
shower. She’d barely gotten the water warm when Josh joined her, sporting a
hotel sliver of soap and a gleam in his eyes. “I fully intend to show you
exactly how all those sexy little stories you write feel.”

“How do you know—” Jenna’s eyes widened. “You’ve read my
stories?”

“Every one of them.”

“I didn’t know.”

“I didn’t want you to freak out about it.”

“Oh, my God. I can’t believe you read them.” Her whole body
warmed with a blush. “Those aren’t real, Josh. They are just my imagination,
coupled with some online research and reading.”

“They most certainly can be real. The way I figure it, I’ve
had a front row seat to your fantasies. And I’m going to enjoy making each and
every one of them come true. Starting with...” he twirled the soap again, “…me—washing
you—all over.” That low, throaty voice he fell into when he was turned on made
Jenna shiver with delight.

He did what he promised. His hands, massaging the shampoo
into her hair, were heaven. Back and forth, light, then a gentle digging into
her scalp. Relaxation flowed through her, all the way to her toes, and then
worked its way back up as Josh spread soap over her back. His hands moved with
sensual ease along her spine, down to the cleft in her cheeks, then back up. Jenna
arched her ass toward him, coaxing him to delve deeper, but instead he pulled
her back against his chest, moving soapy hands across her ribs to cup her
breasts.

“How come,” Jenna gasped, “we’ve never showered before?”

“Because you wanted to wait,” Josh answered, moving one
hand lower, curling into the hair at the base of her stomach.

“I was a fool.” She ached for him again. Jenna arched into
his hand and he answered, dipping his finger into her slit.

“You are so wet.”

“And needy.”

“And insatiable.” He chuckled, continuing to toy with her
nipple and move along her slit.

“Oh, God, Josh. Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Fuck me. I need you.”

“As my lady wishes,” he said, then bent her over, entering
her from behind.

Jenna gasped at how much deeper he was able to penetrate in
this position. The erotic writer in her began to dissect the position. She’d
written about this, but never before had experienced it. What else had she been
missing out on all these years?

As Josh increased his thrusts and continued toying with her
breasts, Jenna forgot thought and gave herself up to the wave that built yet
again. She leaned into the wall as warm water pelted them, letting Josh’s pace
melt her into another orgasm. He quickly followed and moments later, they tumbled
over the edge. Jenna realized she was in danger of not being able to stand, at
least not for much longer.

Josh turned the water off, wrapped her in a soft towel, and
carried her to the bed. He dried her, then himself, and climbed in next to her,
pulling her into his embrace. “I love you, Jenna.”

“I love you back,” she whispered, her eyes closing. Even
now, wrapped in Josh’s arms, she felt the tug of desire overwhelming her need
for sleep. Jenna ran her hands over his chest, excited by the shiver he tried
to hide as she crossed his nipple.

“We need sleep, my lovely wife. Sleep.”

While her mind agreed with him, her body had other ideas. Her
hand stroked the other nipple and his quick intake of air was very satisfying.

“Sleep is highly overrated,” Jenna said as she leaned down
and took his once again hard cock in her mouth.

“Oh, yeah,” he agreed. “Highly overrated.”

Chapter Sixteen

Daylight wormed its way into Jenna’s mind, pulling her
gently out of the deepness of a well-satisfied sleep. Reaching over, she
realized the bed was empty.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.”

She smiled at Josh’s voice and opened her eyes when he sat
on her side of the bed, still naked and looking very sexy. “What time is it?”

“Noon.” He took a bite of toast, then offered her some, but
she shook her head.

Jenna couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept until
noon. It had been, well, never. She grinned, then stretched like a Cheshire cat,
the sheet staying put as she moved, baring her breasts.

Josh’s eyes darkened with desire and he tossed the toast
over his shoulder, grabbed her overhead-stretched arms, and leaned in to kiss
and suckle her breasts.

Jenna gladly arched toward him, giving herself over to the
exquisite torture his tongue’s play provoked. When his lips moved lower,
pulling the sheet with him, she spread her legs without hesitation. After all,
her husband had a very talented tongue.

When he licked her from pussy to clit, she yelped in
surprise.

“Problem?” He lifted his head and grinned.

“Um, no. Just caught me off guard.”

He dipped his head, returning to his fun.

“You,
oh
, really
know what you’re doing,” she said between gasps. Jenna clutched the sheet underneath
her in both hands to keep from pushing his head deeper.

He took her to the edge, then pulled away.

“God. Don’t stop.”

“I don’t intend to,” he answered, slicking her with his
cock the way his tongue had just done, then driving into her. Jenna screamed as
the climax hit her, long, rolling, and hard enough to bring her off the bed.

Still Josh kept on thrusting as his hand snaked between
them and touched her clit.

“Oh!”

He paused and grinned down at her. “I have every intention,
ma’am, of giving you a few new ideas for your stories.”

He moved again, this time a slow, sensual in and out that
kept her at the edge of the precipice.

“I welcome the experimentation, milord,” she said,
answering his grin with one of her own. Then she clenched her legs tightly
around him, pulling him in deeper, and the smiles gave way to a growing flood
of sensation and emotion all tangled together.

They cuddled together like that, whispering, touching and
abating their wonder for another hour before Jenna’s growling stomach brought
them out of bed.

Most of the breakfast Josh had ordered had lost its warmth,
so they ate cold bacon and pastries, naked and grinning like fools.

Finally, Josh got up and helped her into her bathrobe. “Let’s
call Maggie,” he said.

“Great idea. I want her to know.”

“Then we need to make reservations to go home and—”

“Face the music?”

He shrugged, heading into the bathroom.

Mags
screeched into the phone when Jenna told her, so loud Josh
heard her without the benefit of speakerphone.

“
Ohmygawd
, I am SO proud of you.
And happy for you. And pissed I wasn’t there.”

“I know you wanted to be there. We wanted you there, but we
got caught up in the moment.”

Josh came out of the bathroom, brushing his teeth, in
nothing but boxers. Damn, he was sexy. Her cunt started to tingle. He was
right. Maybe she was insatiable.

“—told your mother yet?”

“Umm, what?”

“Stop ogling that husband of yours and focus. Have. You.
Told. Your. Mother. Yet?”

“No.” Jenna stared out the window so she could concentrate.
“We thought we’d come home and do that in person.”

“You have
got
to
let me be there.”

“I don’t know,
Mags
.”

“Aw, come on. I’ve been through thick and thin with you and
her. Mostly thick. I’ve earned this.”

Jenna laughed. “You have.” She bit her lip. “Tell you what.
Let me talk to Josh about it and I’ll get back to you.”

The silence on the other end of the phone lengthened.

“
Mags
?”

“Just trying to pick my words carefully here,” she finally
said. “Are you planning to let Josh make your decisions for you now?”

“Lord, no. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that I have
worth. And you know what? I do pretty darn well on my own. I make good
decisions.” Jenna put
Mags
on speakerphone.

“About time you came to that realization,” Maggie said.

“Yes,” Josh said, settling next to her on the couch. “It
is
about time.”

“Okay, you two. No more ganging up on me. Maggie, Josh’s
going to take the brunt of Mother’s, umm, anger. So I think he should have a
say in who’s there to witness the event.”

“Fair enough,” Maggie said. “Josh?”

He shrugged. “I don’t care if you’re there, Maggie. And you
have earned the right.”

“Sounds like a plan, then.” Jenna wasn’t sure how she felt
about facing her mother. Dread, certainly. She’d be bolstered by her husband
and her best friend as she faced her, but it didn’t feel quite right. She’d
have backup, but who would her mother have? Jenna ended the call after
promising to let Maggie know when they arrived home.

“Time to head back to the lion’s den, I guess.”

Josh tugged at the tie on her robe, opening it. “Soon. And
you’ll be well-fortified with memories to help you through the ordeal.”

Jenna sighed. “I like that idea.”

****

The front desk of the hotel was pretty much vacant since
the conference didn’t end for another day. Turning in her key card and getting
her receipt took little time.

“Leaving without saying goodbye?”

“Sharon, hi,” Jenna said with a smile. “I hoped to run into
you. I didn’t know your last name or how to find you.”

“So you
were
going to just leave.” The grin on Sharon’s face contradicted the sternness of
her voice. “Got a few minutes to talk?”

“Sure. We don’t have to be at the airport for an hour or
so. Sharon, this is Josh. Josh, Sharon has been a huge help these past couple
days. Do you all want to grab some coffee?” Jenna could use some. She was
sleep-deprived. Happily so, but still, it was hard to keep her eyes open at the
moment.