Page 31 of Consummation (The Josh & Kat Trilogy #3)

“Hmmph,” I say, completely unconvinced.

“Hmmph?”

“Yes. Hmmph.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“Nope.”

“You wanna bet?”

“We can’t bet because there’s no way to objectively prove it.”

“Oh, yes, there is.”

“Prove it, then.”

“What do I get when I do? ”

“I dunno. If you prove it, then I’ll decide after the fact what you win.

You’ll just have to take a leap of faith.

” I roll my eyes, even in the dark. “But just because you had a violinist doesn’t prove you would have taken the next step and told me you love me.

In fact, I think it’s highly unlikely you would have said it with a violinist standing there breathing down your neck. ”

Josh pauses. “Hmm. You might be right about that part. But I still would have said it—maybe after dinner, when we were alone in bed.”

“I highly doubt that,” I say. “You needed an expert push from a woman who knows you better than you know yourself.”

“No, I didn’t—I was gonna do it all by myself.”

“Nope,” I say.

“Ha!” he says. “Get ready to eat crow, Madame Terrorist.” Josh sits up, turns on the lamp next to him, and lies back down next to me on his side, smiling devilishly.

“Well?” I ask. “Why are you smiling like that? All you’ve proved is that you know how to turn on a lamp. That proves absolutely nothing.”

“Look at my arm,” he whispers softly.

“Hmm?”

“Look at my arm, babe.”

I sit up and peer at Josh’s muscled arm in the dim light and instantly gasp.

Holy shitballs. Josh has a brand new tattoo on the outside of his left bicep—a golden cat with big blue eyes, long lashes, and a mischievous feline-smile on her sleek face. Wow. She looks just like me if I were reincarnated as a cartoon cat.

For a long moment, I study Josh’s tattoo in detail, marveling at it’s amazingness.

The cartoon-cat version of me is wearing a pink collar adorned with a dangling “PG” charm at its center and she’s holding a martini glass filled with two olives in her slender paw.

And, best of all, her bottom legs are entangled in a swirl of barbed wire that trails from her tail and wraps clear around Josh’s bicep.

“Josh,” I gasp. “You got a girlfriend-barbed-wire-double-social-suicide-tattoo!”

“Yep,” Josh says, his face bursting with excitement.

I laugh gleefully .

Josh puts his finger under my chin, his eyes smoldering. “I know I’ve gotten some questionable tattoos in my life, babe, but do you really think I’d have committed double social suicide if I wasn’t planning to tell you I love you?”

I can’t speak. It’s taking all my energy not to pass out, cry, or climax.

This is the most incredible gift Josh could have given me—way better than a big, fat diamond any day.

(Well, okay, not way better than a big, fat diamond, let’s not get too carried away here—but pretty damned close.) Certainly, in the land of Joshua William Faraday, this barbed-wire-girlfriend tattoo is the closest thing to a promise of forever I could ever hope to receive. And that’s good enough for me.

I nuzzle my nose into Josh’s. “You do realize you’re gonna have this thing florebblaaaaaah ?” I say.

“That’s the idea, baby. I’m gonna love you florebblaaaah .” He laughs. “I promise.”

I laugh with him. “I was wondering why you didn’t take your shirt off during the Bridgette thing—I just thought you were being extra careful not to piss me off.”

Josh laughs. “Well, yeah, that, too.”

“Thank you so much,” I say, running my fingers through Josh’s hair. “The tattoo is incredible. I love it.”

“My supreme pleasure.” He kisses me.

Damn, my clit is throbbing like crazy. I do believe this man’s about to get lucky again.

“So, Madame Terrorist,” Josh says, pulling away from our kiss. “Do you concede?”

I raise an eyebrow. “ Concede ?”

“Yeah. Do you admit my tattoo empirically proves I was gonna tell you I love you, whether or not you arranged the Bridgette thing?”

I squint at him.

“Well?” he asks, a smug smile dancing on his lips.

My nostrils involuntarily flare.

“You’re seriously gonna be Stubborn Kat about this?” he asks.

I smash my lips together and narrow my eyes further.

Josh shakes his head. “You’re such a little terrorist. You know full well this tattoo proves I would have—”

I place my fingertip on Josh’s lips, shushing him. “ Josh ,” I whisper seductively .

He abruptly stops talking.

“In the big picture, it really doesn’t matter who’s right and who’s wrong, now does it?”

“ It doesn’t matter ? Ha! I’ve finally got Stubborn Kat dead to rights for once in my life.”

“ Josh ,” I coo quietly, shushing him again.

He shoots me a wicked smirk. “ What ?”

I lick my lips. “What’s the cardinal rule for bagging a babe?” I ask, reaching underneath the sheet and sliding my fingers down his abs to his penis. “What’s the most important thing I taught you and Henn about bagging a babe?”

Josh’s cock instantly responds to my touch. A lascivious smile spreads across his gorgeous face. “ Oh ,” he says.

“What’s the rule, Playboy?” I whisper, skimming my lips against his, sliding my hand up and down his thickening shaft.

Josh smiles into my lips. “Ask yourself, ‘Is what I’m about to say more or less likely to get me a blowjob?’” He presses his pelvis forward and his hard-on presses emphatically into my palm. “‘If the answer’s yes, then proceed—and if not, then shut the fuck up.’”

I nod slowly. “So, based on that one simple rule, what do you think you should do right now?”

Josh smiles. “Shut the fuck up.”

“Give that man a salami,” I say. I touch the tip of his erection and swirl my finger around and around. “And to answer your question,” I whisper. “Yes, I’m gonna be Stubborn Kat about this. Surprise, surprise.” I shoot him a naughty smile. “But I truly don’t think you’ll mind.”

Josh nods, but, smartly, doesn’t say a word.

“Congratulations, baby,” I whisper, biting my lip. “I do believe you just bagged yourself a babe.”

Josh’s hard-on twitches in my hand.

With a happy giggle, I lift the sheet and begin kissing my way from Josh’s muscled chest all the way down to his massive hard-on.

After sucking on his tip like a lollipop for a brief moment, the anticipation is too much for me to bear—I gotta have him.

I slide his full length into my mouth, all the frickin’ way—eliciting an excited sound from the other side of the sheet—and then I proceed to give the love of my life the most enthusiastic and heartfelt Katherine Ulla Morgan Ultimate Blowjob Experience the world has ever seen.