Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(142)

“Bunny style,” I request, gulping for air.

Joe kisses me two more times and then shifts to allow me to move. I place myself so that my ass is in the air, but my shoulders and face are down against the bed. Joe slips inside confidently and without any hesitation. As he curls into my back, my hand reaches up, directing his fingers to grip my hair. The sensation of him pulling hard enough to force my head back a little increases my arousal. His cock stiffens more inside me, penetrating my mounds in all of the right places for my release to arrive with a thunderous moan. His pace quickens and it doesn’t take long for another orgasm to flood my sex. Joe’s body gently falls over mine as he pants from his own climax.

We snuggle in the bed for a long time with Sadie joining us not long after.

The next couple of days, Joe and I partake in our little key game — he sends a note with them to me and I return them with my own little note. Most of the time, there’s an underlining dirty message to the notes, especially mine.

The past several nights Joe has joined me at the hotel, leaving early in the morning to not be noticed. He thinks he’s slick, hiding his keys in random places throughout the room. After the second time, I pretended to be sleeping or busy in the bathroom while I secretly watched to see where he put them. This morning after her leaves, I have trouble finding them, not sure if he didn’t bother or if he’s really hidden them that well this time.

That evening, as Joe carries me off to bed, he kneels in front of me differently than when he’s ready to take off my bottoms and plant his face between my legs. Aside from his body posture being different, his facial expression is too. I’m not sure what to make of it.

“Emma,” Joe sweetly calls, moving closer and still on one knee.

“Yeah?” I reply nervously.

“I’ve enjoyed our game,” he begins, taking my left hand with one of his. He places a small, white box that is tied with a red ribbon in it. “You don’t know how much it means to me that you didn’t freak out the second time.” He pauses like he’s studying my face or searching for the right words to say. “Even if you aren’t ready, I understand . . .” he says, untying the ribbon and removes the lid. “You don’t have to use them . . . .”

“Okay,” my mouth mutters.

“I just want you to have them . . . just in case you change your mind,” he continues, not hearing me.

“Okay,” I repeat a little more clearly.

A smile beams onto his face. “Really?”

I nod. My fingers reach in and remove the keys from the box, holding them close to my chest.

Joe reaches his lips forward and I’m happy to offer mine. After several ardent embraces, I get up from the bed and leave the bedroom.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

I don’t reply, disappearing into the living room area of the suite. Grabbing my purse, my heart relaxes when I don’t see him following me. I crawl across the bed on my knees with his keys in one hand and my bag in the other. My legs criss-cross and I place the bag next to me. Reaching in, I feel to find my keychain. Pulling it out, I hand both sets of keys to Joe. He studies me for a moment, not sure.

“Put them on,” I direct sweetly.

With a boyish grin, Joe adds his keys. He gently places them back into my purse and places the bag on the nightstand. When his face turns to look at me again, I see his eyes watering. My hand reaches up to brush away the one tear that is pooling at the corner of his eye. Joe captures my hand, kissing my palm several times. He slides closer to me, reaching his lips to mine and I gladly allow the connection.


We fall to the bed, entwining our bodies together, eventually finding our way under the covers once our clothes are removed. Both naked and exposed, we stay holding each other for the rest of the night with Sadie draped over our legs.





One Hundred Six


Every night since I agreed to keep Joe’s keys, I feel like there’s more understanding, more stability, more of many things between the two of us. When I find myself missing him during the day, I reach into my purse and run my fingers along the jagged edges, knowing that I’ll be seeing him later in that night.

With two days left before Nathan’s first official runway show, I spend the majority of the day assisting Nathan and contact Joe on my way back to the hotel. “On my way,” I write.

“Great. Already here. You hungry?” Joe texts back.

“Where there?” I check.

“Your room,” he shares.

“How did you get in?” I question.

Joe sends back a winking emoticon.

“Naughty,” I write back.

“Enough to be spanked?” he texts.

“And get you close but not letting your cum, yes,” I return.

“Beautiful,” he writes.

“Begging through a text won’t work,” I inform.

“I’ll see if room service has fuzzy handcuffs,” he sends.

“Joseph,” I scold through words.

“Got ya,” he returns.

“Not helping your case to cum tonight,” I reply.

“Miss you,” he coaxes.

“A little late to kiss ass,” I answer.

“Hungry? Yes or no?” he changes the subject.

“Sure,” I answer.