On Dublin Street(60)

I, on the other hand, sat at my computer and started to write.


My phone beeped and I picked it up to find I had a text message from Braden.


I forgot how nice and big my office desk is at the club. I definitely need to f*ck you on it.


I shook my head, my lips curled upwards as I text back. Luckily for you, I can work with nice and big.


I got an instant text back. I know ;)


For some reason, Braden texting me a winky face made me grin like an idiot. For someone who was seriously intimidating when he wanted to be, he was also incredibly playful.


So when do you want to schedule me in for office desk sex? Let me know so I can pencil you in. My sex diary is filling up pretty fast here.


When he didn’t reply after five minutes, I bit my lip, remembering how serious he’d been about the whole ‘not sharing me’ thing.


I text him again. It was a joke, Braden. Lighten up.


I didn’t think he was going to reply, and was trying not to worry if I’d said the wrong thing— this whole f*ck buddy thing wasn’t quite as stress-free as I’d been led to believe—when my phone beeped five minutes later. Hard to tell with you sometimes. Speaking of hard…


I was caught between laughing and scowling. What did he mean it was hard to tell with me sometimes? Deciding it best to let it go, since he was joking again, I text back … wood floor?


No…


… back book?


Think more anatomical…


… intestines?


OK, you just took the sexy out of it.


I laughed out loud, quickly texting him back. Last text. I’m working on my novel. I’ll see you and your hard cock on your nice and big office desk for sex later.


Good luck with the writing, babe. x


The kiss freaked me out.


Better to pretend it was a smiley face. Just a smiley face…


My phone rang in the middle of my freak out over one little kiss. It was Rhian.


“Hey,” I answered breathily, still thinking about the little kiss and what it meant.


“Are you okay?” Rhian asked warily. “You sound… weird.”


“I’m fine. What’s up?”


“Just checking in. We haven’t spoken in a while.”


I took a deep breath. “I’m screwing Ellie’s brother. How are you and James?”


~15~


Braden was the master of the dirty text message. Sometimes he was subtle… other times well…


I can’t wait to be inside you again, babe. x


… not so much.


Buried with work, Braden was A.W.O.L. over the next few days. If I was a different kind of girl, I might have been freaking out that after we’d had sex he’d disappeared, but in all honesty, I enjoyed having that time away from him to breathe. We’d only started ‘our arrangement’ and already it felt like weeks. By Tuesday afternoon, his text messages were starting to get to me. As in… turning me on. It was amazing how for four years I had been fairly okay without sex. I saw to myself and I got by. However, having sex with Braden had awakened my appetite. An apparently never-ending appetite. I wanted food all the time. And only Braden’s food would do. Of course, I didn’t confess this to Rhian, even though she had a bunch of questions about the guy who’d managed to pull me out of my four year dry spell. I told her he was hot. That the sex was hot. The rest of the conversation consisted of her repeating, ‘I just can’t believe it.’


Yeah, that wasn’t very flattering.


Telling Rhian about the hot sex only made me hungrier. That’s why I found myself at the gym. Again. I’d already been there the day before. Pounding my feet into the treadmill, racing the exercise bike and rowing the hell out of the rowing machine, I hoped to burn out all the sexual tension inside of me. It didn’t really help.


“Joss, right?”


I looked at the guy who had stopped by my treadmill. Ah. Gavin. The personal trainer who had been flirting silently with me for the past few weeks, ever since the incident on the treadmill. “Yeah?” I asked casually.


Gavin smiled sweetly at me and I groaned inwardly. One: clean-cut pretty boys weren’t my type. Two: I already had my hands full with a Scotsman. “Back again, so soon.”


Yay, he was watching me. That wasn’t creepy at all. “Uh huh.”


He shifted on his feet, clearly unprepared for my less than enthusiastic response to him barging in on my ‘operation relieve sexual frustration caused by a missing-in-action Braden Carmichael’. “Look, I was just wondering if you maybe fancied getting dinner together some time?”


I stopped the machine and stepped as gracefully off of it as I could, considering I was sweaty and icky. I gave him a platonic smile—you know the one; the pressing of the lips, no teeth showing. “Thanks. But I’m already seeing someone.” I left before he could respond, smiling as I realized that at least the arrangement with Braden had some positives. Not counting multiple orgasms.


After I showered and changed, I left the gym, dodging Gavin, and as soon as I turned on my phone I had a text from Braden.