Hidden Depths (7 page)

"I saw your jeep out front. I know you're closed on
Mondays, so what are you working on in here?"

"Aahh... well, unfortunately, bills don't pay
themselves. Accounts don't balance themselves either, no matter how much I wish
it were so."

Josh laughed. "So, how did you ever get through school
as a business major? I was surprised you didn't do art or at least something
more creative."

"I took as many art classes as I could possibly squeeze
in. Business was a better bet for a degree. I think that's how I convinced the
bank to give me a loan to start this place."

Turning to the nearest table, Gia hopped up, dangling her
legs over the edge. "So, I know you didn't come here to ask me about my
degree. What's up?"

"Well, I was actually planning to go to your house. I
only stopped here because of the jeep."

"My house? Why?"

"To see you."

"Okay, now you see me. Again I ask, what's up?"

Josh seemed to be considering his answer carefully, weighing
his words before he said them. This was that controlled manner that she hated
so much. Remembering her promise to try and be nicer, Gia did the best she
could.

"Come on lawyer boy, just spit it out."

That was it! He was tired of that damn nickname. He was a
man, not a boy, and he was a lot more than some fucking lawyer. Before he left
here tonight, she would know it.

He walked a step closer, then another. In one final step he
was standing right in front of her. Her legs were no longer swinging, instead
her knees were framing his waist. He saw the shock in her eyes, bringing a
quick grin to his face. Taking advantage of her surprise, he leaned in, his
lips a mere inch away from hers.

He whispered, "I'm here for this," a millisecond
before closing his lips firmly over hers. He felt her suck in a breath, her body
tensing for just a moment before sinking into the kiss. When her body melted,
her hands cruising up his chest to twine into his hair, he almost crowed with
joy. She wasn't unaffected by his kiss. Whatever it was that made her stop the
first time, she had felt something.

As a small moan whispered between their mouths, causing
another quick smile. He leaned in and bit her lip before sucking it into his
mouth to soothe the sting. For a moment, Gia went rigid. Then she planted her
mouth against his, pressing hard, nipping his lips then thrusting her tongue
into his mouth.

He wanted to touch everywhere, kiss every inch of her body.
Josh ran his hands down her sides, hooking his thumbs under her T-shirt.
Tearing his mouth away from hers he tugged, lifting the shirt up above her
breasts. When she raised her arms he kept right on going, tossing the shirt
somewhere across the room.

She was sitting before him, wearing a satin polka dot bra
that barely contained her full breasts. He leaned in, burying his face in her
cleavage, licking and nipping. "I want to see your nipple rings."

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

She leaned forward unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a
time, kissing each little piece of skin she exposed. His cock jumped, straining
the zipper of his slacks. Desperate to get that bra off her, he yanked his
shirt from his pants, ripping it off, his undershirt following close behind.

"Your turn," he said on a groan. When she didn't
move fast enough to please him he grabbed the top of the bra, pulling down
until her breasts were free. Then he looked his fill. Her nipples were small
and dark pink in color, contrasting with her pale white skin. The tips were
tight, pointing out, teasing him. And in each tip was a silver ring.

He needed his mouth on those breasts. Now. Closing his mouth
over one nipple, he sucked hard, pulling her deep. Gia moaned, arching into
him. One more long pull and he let it loose, flicking the ring with his tongue.
He swirled his tongue around the hoop, nipping at the tip with his lips, before
sucking her deep again.

As her hips twisted, moving her closer to the edge of the
bed, he moved to the left side, giving that breast the same treatment. With the
last deep pull, Gia came unglued.

She grabbed his head, digging her hands into his scalp
before fisting them in his hair and tugging. She brought his mouth back up to
hers, meeting him with a hard, hungry kiss. He pulled her tight against him,
feeling her softness press against the hard planes of his chest. She twisted her
hips again, grinding against his already aching shaft. His body responded, his
hips thrusting forward to meet her twists without any conscious thought on his
part.

He could feel the heat of her body even through their
clothing. Pulling back, he shoved her hair off her neck, leaning in to suck and
nibble that sensitive column while he brought his other hand down, cupping her
sex.

"Ah, fuck. You're wet. I can feel it through your damn
jeans." His already throbbing cock got even harder, silently demanding to
be inside her wet heat.

"Yes," she moaned, grinding against his hand.

He moved his lips up, sucking her earlobe into his mouth.
When he pulled away, he whispered, "Do you need me to make you come,
Gia?"

Again she moaned, "Yes. God, please."

At the sound of her plea, Josh pulled back trying to undo
her pants. He got the button loose and the zipper halfway down before she
pulled him against her for another heated battle of tongues.

This time she wrapped her legs around his back, using all
her strength to pull him into her. She writhed against him, pulling tighter,
then releasing a little and he could finally thrust against her. Josh had been
on the edge for days, needing release, needing to fuck her. He couldn't take
any more. Grabbing her hips he shoved against her, pressing his shaft against
her wet core, sliding up and down. The motion was as old as time, his body
didn't seem to care that they were both still clothed.

He pressed harder, grinding his cock into her. Gia screamed,
throwing her head back as she cried out, twisting faster against him.

He felt her nails dig into his shoulders, scratching a trail
down his back as she screamed out, "Yes. Oh, hell yeah!"

The little sting of pain as she tore at his back was enough
to bring on his orgasm. He felt the little ripple of pleasure right before the
first jet of come shot from him. He grit his teeth, too lost in his release to
even think about not hurting her, he squeezed her hips, thrusting against her
with all his strength as he rode out the best climax of his life.

When the haze of pleasure finally started to pull back, Josh
was surprised to find he was still standing. He'd been fairly certain he'd
blacked out for a minute. Sucking in another deep gulp of air, he leaned
forward resting his forehead against Gia's. He gently kissed her nose, bringing
his hand up to brush the hair off her cheek.

He needed to say something. Ask her how she was. Get her
water or... something. He opened his mouth to ask if she was okay. What he
actually managed to say was, "Holy shit."

Gia laughed, a deep, rich chuckle that he felt rumble
through her. "Yep. That about sums it up. I don't remember the last time I
got off with my pants still on."

Now it was his turn to laugh. "Yeah, me neither. In
fact, I would go so far as to say never."

"Really? Now that's just sad. Everyone should have some
good sexual craziness in their lives."

"Well, this tops my list."

"So, is this really what you came here for? Cuz' if I'd
known, I might have taken my pants off first. Would've made things a little
easier. And probably less messy for you."

He looked deep into her eyes, trying to figure out if she
was being serious or just blowing this off with sarcasm. "Would you
really? If I'd told you I was coming over because the only thing I could think
about was seeing your nipple rings, would you have simply shown me?"

She cocked her head to one side, giving him a little smirk
and a flip response. "Well, you'll never know now, will you? But, you've
seen them anyway. Satisfied?"

"For now. What about you?"

She pushed him back far enough that she could hop off the
bed. The jiggle of her boobs, still pushed up by the bra underneath them made
his dick stir in the sticky heat of his pants. He almost groaned when she
tugged the bra into place before turning back to face him.

She smirked at him. "For now. So, Josh. What is this
all about? You show up here, get a tat, kiss me then tell me to forget it. You
flirt with me at the beach, stare at my boobs when you hear I'm pierced then
pop in to kiss me again. Is this some sort of weird sexual experimentation?
Because you're supposed to do this when you're in college, not when you're an
adult and engaged to someone else."

She slipped her shirt over her head, grabbing his and
throwing it back to him while she spoke. He tugged it on, leaving it loose and
still mostly unbuttoned. Rather than answer her, he decided to ask his own
question. "Did it turn you on?"

She cocked her head to one side and lifted one eyebrow in
answer.

He chuckled. "Not right now. I already know the answer
to that. At the beach, when I was... flirting with you. When I looked at you.
Did it turn you on?"

She looked at the wall behind his head, so he pressed.
"I know something did. I watched your nipples tighten and press against
your bikini top. Was that because you were talking about the rings... or
because I was looking."

Suddenly she seemed intent on straightening out her clothes.
He knew she was considering, debating what to tell him. Being a lawyer he knew
enough about stall tactics to recognize one when he saw it. Decision made she
finally looked back at him, meeting his eyes again.

"You."

"Good. Then we're even."

"Great... so what now?"

He searched his head for answers, trying to find an
explanation that she would find plausible and coming up short. Instead he said,
"I don't know."

She shrugged her shoulders at him, wearing that little smirk
he was so used to seeing.

"Well, then let's chalk this up to an impulsive act by
a man driven to distraction by nipple rings."

Hearing the dismissal in her words, Josh turned to go. There
was more to say, lots more, but nothing she would believe, or even understand.
He stopped at the door, still searching for the words. He turned just in time
to see her back disappearing into her office door. Josh spun around and left,
feeling somehow defeated despite what had just happened. 

Gia went back to her office. She had paperwork to finish and
she needed the distraction anyway. If she let herself, her mind would simply
replay every kiss, every touch of her little interlude with Josh. Either that
or she would tear herself apart with guilt.

He was engaged. To one of her good friends. A warm, sweet,
kind hearted woman. And she was sitting here lusting over Deb's man. Awesome...
that was just perfect.

As much as she wanted to believe that there was a reason
Josh had started seeking her out, started kissing her, started watching her
until she was so hot she soaked through the crotch of her swimsuit, she just
couldn't fathom what it was. She knew from their talk at the river that Josh
and Deb weren't all that sexually active right now. Maybe this was just sexual
frustration and she looked easy. It wouldn't be the first time someone had
mistakenly thought that.

She rolled her eyes at her own thoughts. After all her years
of acting so brazen, flirting with everyone, dating constantly, was it any
wonder that people thought she was a little bit of a slut. The tattoos,
piercings and less than prudish attire probably didn't help matters. But she
wasn't easy. Not really. She could count on one hand the number of guys she'd
actually slept with. And there were just a few more that she'd been with in
other ways. That wasn't easy, was it? That was just being someone who truly
enjoyed sex. There was nothing wrong with that.

As she silently reassured herself, it finally occurred to
her that in this one case, she was in fact, easy. Josh had kissed her twice.
Sure, there were some pretty intense comments designed to rile a girl up, but
he had actually kissed her exactly twice. And the second time she was grinding
herself against him until they both shot off like horny teenagers. So much for
playing hard to get. And not only was she easy, she was screwing around with a
guy that was completely and totally taken. After all this time, after all the
guys she had turned down, she had just become Josh's dirty little secret.

That was too much to handle. No matter how hot he was, no
matter how much she wanted to see him really let go, to see that wild side she
just knew was hidden under the surface, she was not going to do this again.

They were not the type of people that belonged together and
she was not delusional enough to pretend otherwise. Just like she wasn't
masochistic enough to actually risk falling for him. She just wanted to see the
fire underneath the calm. Just to see if she was right. To see what he was like
when he truly let go. That's all it was.

But even that would be forgetting one absolutely vital
detail. He was engaged. And she was better than that.

Chapter 9

Georgia was cranky. No, she was furious. Or maybe she was
just frustrated. Or just plain horny. Whatever she was, she didn't like it at
all. It had been two weeks since her little incident with Josh. She had done
her level best to avoid him, and the process had meant avoiding most of her
friends as well. She wanted some time to put the whole thing behind her, to
forget about it, before she had to face Josh again. Or Deb. Or anyone else in
the wedding party.

In her efforts to put him completely out of her mind, she
had done everything she could to keep busy. Including cleaning her house top to
bottom, even going so far as to wipe down the blinds, ceiling fans and the
baseboards. She had done the same to her shop. When she ran out of chores to
do, she even went so far as to join a gym. Yep, a gym! Not the club where all
her friends frequented, of course, but the little one across town where all the
giant muscle heads worked out. She had hoped that maybe a little physical
exercise, along with some new faces, might help to keep her mind occupied. Or
keep her body occupied. Or at least she'd be too tired to think about Josh, or
'ass hat' as she had taken to calling him in her head.