Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(129)



Joe spins me around once the condom is on, lowering my upper body over the sink. He drops to his knees and nips at my rear. I whine, making it clear that I want more punishment, but he doesn’t grant me the pleasure. He teases my opening with the tip of his cock and I have to bite my own lip to stop my groans. The head of his penis finally breeches the rim of my cave, poking in and then pulls back out. He fills me half way on the next thrust and then removes himself again. The next pulse in, Joe fills me completely and we both pause silently, celebrating the moment.

Joe pumps into me with slow, deep thrusts. His left hand caresses my clitoris and my hips rock back into him. “Welcome to the club, beautiful.”

A giggle escapes my lips, not expecting his announcement. “You too.”

“Another first to add to our list,” he states.

“Mmm hmm,” I agree.

The excitement and rush of knowing people are actually within possible ranging of hearing us turns me on to no end. It doesn’t take long for the orgasm to sweep into my body and I’m forced to clasp my hand over my mouth to reduce my cries of ecstasy.

Joe allows me to turn and face him and I dive my tongue into his mouth. He hoists me up against the wall and continues to pleasure us both. At some point, Joe’s hand covers my mouth to quiet me. I can’t help but laugh. Surprisingly, the very act excites me and brings on my release quicker than I anticipated. Joe grunts his release as my high comes to an end.

We stay close together, giggling at our escapade. Joe helps me clean up and we take an extra few minutes to cool down. As we exit the bathroom and head into the sitting area, I spy grins on our bodyguards’ and Anna’s faces. I consciously talk myself into not being embarrassed — they’ve known all along and have yet to say anything. At this very moment, all of them have earned my trust and respect completely.






Ninety Eight


Joe heads back to New York two days after we land in California. During the time he’s in Pasadena, I sleep over his place. I dive back into work when I finally return home, wanting to distract myself from the fact that Joe is gone. Over the course of the next couple of weeks, I’m spotted out in public on occasion and there are minor postings of me as it begins to appear that I’m falling out of the public’s interest — which makes me very happy. They even speculate that their rumored relation between Joe and myself is faulting since we’re on different coasts.

There are a few days that I get together with Nathan to go over the plans for Nathaniel’s, which additional celebrities he’s capable of taking on and to discuss the January fashion show. The money Nathaniel’s has made since the premier and the demand for more pieces from retailers has jumped tenfold. His videos have increased in views on YouTube and there are a bunch more that are being posted on a weekly basis.

Maggie hosts Thanksgiving this year, letting Pop-Pop and me help with the cooking. When our family settles down, tired from stuffing our faces with turkey, potatoes, cranberry sauce and everything else in between, Henry and Maggie stand to make an announcement. My ears perk up instantly when I see the bubbly smile on her face.

“Henry and I are thankful to have you all in our lives. It means a lot to us for all of the love and support you’ve given,” she begins. “And, we’re even more thankful to announce, even though it’s early, that I’m pregnant.”

Chatter erupts from everyone ranging from tears of joy to congratulations as we hug and kiss them.

“Kim confirmed it a few days ago,” Maggie continues once we return to our seats.

“How far are you?” Jared inquires.

“Just about two weeks or so,” she says.

“Wow, really!” Nathan comments.

“How did you know?” I ask.

“I noticed the signs sooner since I knew what it felt like from before,” she explains, rubbing her belly.

With the buzz of the excitement, Maggie prods with a few questions about my trip to New York during my birthday and all eyes fall upon me. I object to speaking about it, not wanting to take away from her joy and good news. She argues that Thanksgiving is a day for everyone and not just one person. With some coaxing, I share everything that happened while I was there — everything but the details about Joe and me.

Maggie’s family seems genuinely happy for me. Tears fall a few times when I recount the events since the emotions are still fresh.

“What are you going to do with the house?” Nathan asks.

“I’m not sure,” I honestly answer.

“Did you go inside?” Amy inquires.

“No,” I say, hanging my head.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Pop-Pop reassures. “Give it time.”

“Yeah, Kitten,” Jared agrees. “I can only imagine that seeing everyone again was overwhelming.”

“Why don’t we go to New York for Christmas,” Maggie suggests.

“What?” I reply.

“That’s a great idea, honey,” Henry says.

“Yeah, why not?” Nathan chimes in. “We’ll be there for the middle of January for the show, so why don’t we go out a little earlier. We can spend some of the holiday with Joe and his family if they don’t mind taking on a large group like us and you can see Mr. and Mrs. Nelson, the girls and Martin and Celia.”

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