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shower. My eyes flick to the seat and back to his mouth. This is unbearable, I can’t stop. I grab him and kiss him hard as I push him into the seat and he groans out loud. Then he is lifting me over him and rubbing the side of his shaft through my flesh. Our breathing is heavy and the steam in the room is starting to run down the walls. He slowly brings his hand up to his lips and puts some saliva onto his fingertips which he then rubs into my weeping sex as a lubricant, like I need any. He holds his thick length up and, with the other hand, pulls my hip down. We both groan as he enters me … we stay still, panting. My eyes close, my heart races and I’m scared if he moves a muscle I am going to explode into orgasm. He rests his forehead against mine and looks into my eyes.
    “I love you,” he whispers as he brings both of his hands up to my cheeks.
    My eyes cloud over with tears. “I love you, Josh.”
    He smiles and then kisses me, probably the most beautiful kiss he has ever given me. The depth of emotion behind it gives me goosebumps and I slowly lift myself to move.
    “Presh, I’m not going to last. You just feel too good, baby.”
    I smile. “Its ok, me too.” He lifts me once and my legs fall wider open.
    “Fuck it.” He snaps as he lifts me again. He slams me back down and circles my hips on the upstroke and groans as he comes hard, his body doubling over in orgasm. I feel his thick length throb deeply inside as his body empties into me and I know I can’t make him keep going. He’s not well enough. Damn … I needed that orgasm. I shake my head and lift myself to pull him out of me as we both scramble for air.
    His forehead rests on mine as he pants. “Sorry, Precious. I couldn’t last.”
    There’s a first, I am so in love with this man. I smile broadly as I kiss him again. “Shh, it doesn’t matter.” I whisper. “We have the rest of our lives, Joshua.” His eyes search mine, and he smiles gently.
    Knock, knock, knock … ”Joshua are you ok?” Joshua and I glance at each other in shock.
    “My mother’s here.”

Chapter 3
    H oly crap —Margaret—why did she have to come now of all times? We are both wet, overheated and out of breath—it is blatantly obvious what we have been doing. I wanted Joshua to myself for a few tender moments. She bloody ruins everything.
    He breaks into a full-blown smile as his eyes drop to my lips. His two hands clasp my face to pull my head back to give him greater access to my neck. “Shall I invite her in to watch round two?” he whispers as he slowly pumps his hips into mine, his open mouth skimming the length of my neck down to my shoulder blade. I widen my eyes and slap him on the chest.
    “Stop it, you idiot. She’s going to go ape.” He bends and kisses me slowly as if we have all the time in the world.
    “Let her, I’m done with what people think. I only care what you think.” He smirks.
    I smile shyly at him and pull back to look at his face. “Well I love you, Mr Stanton, that’s what I think.”
    His face mirrors mine. “That’s all I need to be happy. My mother can go to hell on her broomstick for all I care.” I bite my bottom lip to stifle my smile at the thought of her on a broomstick. That analogy is so very fitting.
    “Joshua, stop it,” I scowl. “This isn’t a joke.”
    Knock, knock, knock … ”Joshua,” she calls.
    “In a minute Mum, I’m showering with Natasha.” My mouth drops open in shock and I hold my hands over my eyes.
    “Sshh, shut up,” I whisper as I shake my hands in a nervous gesture. “Stop it. She’s going to go crazy.”
    He smiles a full beaming smile and raises his eyebrows at me. “I told you I don’t care anymore, she can like it or lump it.” I jump out of the shower and start drying myself double time.
    “She’s going to lump it …you know that.” He turns off the shower and starts to dry himself. He stands still while I hurriedly dress. I quickly brush my hair and exit the