On A Thread

Chapter 19

They had gotten to a wall but there was no stopping them.
Josh’s fingers got hold of the strap of her dress and slipped it down.
He spun her around so her back touched the wall.

Even with the heat searing between them, he wanted to protect her from any wandering eyes so he only pulled down her zipper once her back was against the wall. His hands went into a frenzy

Brie moaned again, this time right by his ear.
His very undoing.

He smiled against her lips when his hands found just what he was looking for. The hook.

With one smooth seasoned flick it was undone.

Brie moaned into his mouth and like a man in need, he took whatever she gave.

She lost it as soon as his fingers coasted over her boobs, throwing her head back as soon as he touched them, palming them, one after the other.

Her body sparked fire, quivering under his touch.

“Josh…” she whispered and for a second as their breaths heaved up and down, he looked in her eyes, his hand touched his face, holding up her face to see how she reacted, the other hand squeezed lightly on her nipple, her hand pressed harder into his shoulder as she threw her head back.

“what are we doing?” she said between short breaths.

Josh looked deep in her eyes, “I can’t take my hands off you baby”

Brie took his hands and led him to her bare thighs, “then don’t” she said and slowly brought her eyes to meet his.

Whilst he contended it in his mind, she trailed her fingers to the buckle of his belt, she couldn’t ignore the heat burning into her skin from down there.

“touch me like you’d normally do Josh.” She pleaded with her eyes, “you’re holding back and it’s driving me nuts.”

Yes, right, he was holding back but it was just as maddening as it was for her if not even more. He hated that he had to be cautious.

He knew that resentment lurked somewhere near beneath and until that has been taken care of he couldn’t be all out with her.
He couldn’t be all out with his wife.

As painful as it was for his man down there, he took a step back, his aching desire taking a back seat.
He rested against her, forehead to forehead as he steadied his breath and slowly hooking her bra and drawing her zipper up.

His breath was shaky still, “Brie,”

He touched her face, searching her eyes for understanding, “I want this… I want this so bad but I can’t right now.”

A boulder formed in his throat. It was nothing but pure agony for him and he’d almost cursed self-control.
Brie looked away and then back, she sniffed quietly.

“I understand Joshy.” Her lips quivered as she smiled up at him.

“anyone could probably guess we had some heat back here.” She chuckled,
“you succeeded in smooching all my lipstick”

“the best flavor yet.” He smiled right back.

She smoothed out his suit and wiped her thumb over his lips.

“you probably silenced your phone but I think we should head out so I can see you get inaugurated”

In an hour, everything had been done, he had been called on stage to give his speech which the journalist latched on.

Brielle’s heart could explode from the joy she was feeling towards her husband. After all these years of working from sunrise to sundown, he’d finally reached his goal and as he stood on that podium giving his speech on how he would upscale the company, she knew he would, there was no doubt. Her josh always made everything better and this new position would be no exception.