Disclaimers in Part 1:

Author's Notes: This chapter is a little but short, but I wanted to post something before the weekend. I tried to make this chapter as realistic as possible without being too graphic, hopefully I was able to strike that balance well. As always, constructive feedback is very welcome and encouraged.

He would have sworn an oath in court that he had felt her on the other side of the door even before she let herself into his room. Okay, it might be a slight exaggeration on his part because he had already 'felt' her on the other side of the door twice, but both times when he had rushed to open the door to let her in, no one was standing there. So, the third time he 'sensed' her, he thought it prudent to ignore the feeling and go back to reading again. However, much to his delight, this was no trick, Donna really was standing in front of him is his room.

"Hello," he said, amusement dripping from his voice.

Panic nearly overtook her. Josh was here. Talking to her. 'Of course he's here you idiot, where else would he be? You just let yourself into his hotel room at 2:30 in the morning of course he's here, it would be weird if he wasn't', she berated herself.

Hmm, did he just say something? He was just laying there on the bed, wearing boxers and a T-shirt, looking at her. 'Say something, you idiot', she thought.

"I hit my head." The injury certainly wasn't that serious, although her head still throbbed, but at the moment she would have taken any excuse to explain why she was standing in his hotel room besides, 'I came here to have sex with you'. Although she imagined he would appreciate the honesty, she wasn't prepared to be so open with her intentions yet.

Immediately he was by her side, "Just now?" he asked, brushing her hair back from her temple with surprisingly gentle hands.

"In my room, I had to go...," she broke off suddenly, for some reason she felt embarrassed to admit she had fallen on her way to the bathroom, as if using the facilities wasn't a natural occurrence for every living thing, "...I had to get up to stretch my legs and I fell."

"Where does it hurt?"

Donna pressed two fingers against her sore left temple. "Here. But I'm fine, just a little headache."

"Move your hand and let me look."

Josh tilted her chin with his fingers, brushing back her hair from her forehead and leaning in close. His expression was one of genuine concern. "You'll have a bruise, I think," he murmured after a moment, drawing her hair down over her one shoulder.

When he titled her head down, he also drew Donna's eyes down towards the floor, she allowed her gaze to drift over her outfit for the first time. Of course, she knew what she was wearing, she had put it on, but looking at her clothes from Josh's perspective was frightening. She looked down over her XXL Green Bay Packers T-Shirt covered in bleach stains, continued down to her super baggy grey jogging shorts until her eyes rested on her ankle high socks, covered in little cheese heads. But the worst, the worst thing she was wearing wasn't even visible...yet. The realization hit her that she was currently wearing granny panties. This is why she would never be a master seductress, she couldn't even dress the part, but really what could she have done differently? It wasn't like there had been a Victoria's Secret store she could have stopped by on her way to Josh's room. Suddenly she was overcome with utter humiliation, which caused an involuntary groan to leave her body.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

Donna felt instantly guilty at making him believe that his gentle caresses to her head had in some way caused her more pain. Even more gently than before, if that was even possible, Josh continued to rub her bruised forehead.

His touch made her shiver.

"The weather outside is scary."

"Has our relationship grown so stale already that we are reduced to talking about the weather?" His voice was light and teasing as a small smile danced across his face.

"The weather is really scary." She amended.

His smile deepened as did hers. She continued, "The storm did wake me up though."

"Yeah, I was having trouble sleeping too," he said as he continued to play with her hair.

"The weather isn't cooperating with our need for sleep is it? I'm so tired."

"Oh, no, you can't sleep now," he said with a determined look on his face. "You have sustained a head injury, you can't fall asleep now, what if you never wake up? No, no, my job as a gentlemen would be to find some sort of...activity, if you like, that would require you to be alert and awake, maybe even something that would demand your active participation," he finished with a smirk.

"And what sort of activity did you have in mind?", she asked coyly, or at least she hoped it came across as coy and seductive as opposed to desperate and dorky which was how she was really feeling.

"I thought, you know, maybe we could...dance?"

"What? You wanna dance? Now? In your hotel room?"

"Well, seeing as how there is a tropical storm going on outside, I think it would be best if we didn't try and dance outside."

"Did you also fall and hit your head?"

"Donna! Come on, I'm trying to bring the romance here, plus it will be fun, and we have never danced together before."

'We have never done a lot of things together before', she mumbled under her breath. But out loud she said, "Fine, it is too late to argue. I will dance with you, but remember I'm not up on the type of dances you used to do when you were wrong, so we will have to skip the Charleston and the Fox Trot."

"Wow, just how many different ways can there be for you to call me old? Fine, why don't we try a classic? Do you know how to waltz?"

"Of course I can waltz, everyone from Wisconsin knows how to waltz, it is a mandatory requirement for all grade schoolers, because you never when often you might be invited to an 18th century ball in Madison, Wisconsin. Although, I am a little worried since I haven't received permission from Lady Jersey to dance at Almack's yet, but fingers crossed."

"You're just a mouth full of wise ass tonight aren't you?" He said, although he looked more amused than angry by her snarky comment. "Come here," he motioned with his hands, pulling her into close proximity with his body in order to form the correct dancing position.

"Why do you know how to waltz? It comes up a lot in Washington?"

"Surprisingly, yes. There are so many stupid galas and fundraisers that I am forced to attend that in order to not look like a complete tool it was necessary that I learned a few basic dances."

"You, look like a tool? Never!"

"Would you just shut up and put your hand on my shoulder," he instructed, taking her free hand in his and slipping his other around her waist.

"This is ridiculous."

"Just humour me."

With an exasperated sigh, Donna placed her hand on his shoulder. Through the thin cotton t-shirt his skin felt warm beneath her fingers. Slowly he pulled her closer, until they touched hip to hip. It felt so nice and warm pressed against him that the next logical step for Donna was to softly place her head against the side of his neck.

She waited for his next instruction, but when none came she wasn't too bothered, she simply enjoyed the feeling of being held by Josh. "Is this your idea of dancing?"

He flexed his hand where it held her waist and brushed his lips against her temple.

More surprised than anything by his kiss, Donna involuntarily tensed in his arms. Mistaking her reaction for apprehension as opposed to surprise Josh did what Josh did best, or worse depending on one's point of view, he over analysed the situation.

Maybe this was going too fast for her? Although she was the one who came to him, he reasoned. Still, wanting something in theory and having it actually happen in reality can sometimes be overwhelming. He slowly loosened his hold on her, which was probably a smart idea because although his mind had gotten the memo to slow things down, the message had not been received by certain areas of his anatomy yet.

Instantly and without warning, he was struck by another thought. What if she was feeling nervous because she didn't know what to expect? She didn't know what to expect because she had never done this before? No, that didn't make sense. She had a boyfriend back in Wisconsin, Dr. Free Ride; she had been with that asshole for a while so she must have slept with him at some point. But, she is from Wisconsin, maybe they take things slower there, Donna did say that Dr. Free Ride cheated on her, maybe he did that because there was no sex in the relationship? Argh, all this thinking was really starting to hurt his head and ruin the mood.

But what options did he have? If she was a virgin, could he turn her away, tell her to find some other random guy and then come back to him later? That obviously was not an option. Then there was the male ego part of him that thought, 'good, she shouldn't have been with anyone else before me,' but that was quickly shouted down by the rational part of his brain which knew he should probably never be anyone's first introduction to anything. He was more like the guy who came in after and showed people how it really should be done.

Well, arguing with himself was getting him nowhere fast; the only way to find out the answer to his question was to ask her.

"Umm, Donna, you have, ah, done this before right?"

"This? You mean dance the waltz with my boss in my pajamas during a tropical storm at almost 3 o'clock in the morning? Yeah, of course, I do this all the time," she answered with a toothy smile.

"Why is nothing ever easy with you? Please, don't answer that. What I am trying to ask is...I mean have you ever done...," he broke off, making a questionable hand gesture while pointing his head in the general direction of the bed, "this before?"

"Josh, are you trying to ask me if I've had sex before," she laughed. "Of course, I've had sex, I was with John for almost 4 years, we had sex, a lot of sex actually..."

"Okay," he abruptly cut her off. "Rule 1: we do not discuss you having sex with other men. Ever."

"Fine, I can abide by rule 1." She said as she leaned her body into his.

"Okay, good."

They continued to stand, bodies pressed together hip to hip, making no actual attempt to dance.

"Ah, Josh. You said there was rule number 1 but then you stopped, when you start listing reasons or rules about something there is usually a second or third thing in order for, you know, it to be considered an actual list."

"Donna."

"Yeah?"

"Stop talking."

"Okay."

He lowered his head and trailed his lips lightly over her mouth. The kiss was butterfly gentle and fleeting. Much different then their first two kisses, the first in the closet was over so quickly she almost imagined it and the second kiss in the hotel room had been aggressive and primal. She wanted to savour the sensation of his lips on hers because she wasn't sure if this was a onetime thing or the beginning of something else altogether. Although they had talked in the car a few days ago about having a hypothetical relationship no more had been said on the matter and she didn't want to bring it up now in fear of ruining the moment. If in fact they did want different things from each other she wanted to put off the disappointment until tomorrow, she needed one night as least where she could pretend that Josh was hers.

He slowly lifted his lips, but it was only a momentary pause before he kissed her again. The feel of his lips meeting hers was mesmerizing. He applied a little more pressure and pushed her gently towards the bed, when they reached their destination he lowered her down, never breaking contact, so her breasts were nestled against his chest.

He paused, his lips hovering mere inches from hers. "Are you sure you want this? I mean I am your boss, even though you never really do want I ask, but still, you want this right? I mean I don't want you to do something you aren't ready for."

"You think I'm going to sleep with you because you intimidate me as my boss," she laughed softly. Then in a voice so small that if he wasn't so close to her, he would have never been able to hear the words, "you are not the kind of man to take advantage of a woman."

In that moment, in those 13 little words, he knew. Someone had her hurt more than what she had already divulged to him, most likely Dr. Free Ride. Josh felt something within him hardened into rage, or maybe it was regret. Regret that he hadn't met her sooner, that he hadn't been able to protect her.

He looked down at her and his breath caught in his throat. She was so beautiful, flushed skin, blue eyes, smiling mouth. Who could ever spend any time with Donnatella Moss and not realise how amazing she was? When her lips parted involuntarily, he sweept his tongue inside and withdrew repeatedly until she lost the ability to think of anything beyond him. When he lifted his lips from hers, she inhaled. The masculine scent of him curled inside her. Donna was used to Josh's scent, she had encountered it every day at the office, but she had never experienced it in this way, never so close, never so much a part of her.

Josh nuzzled her neck. "I love the feel of your skin."

He then trailed damp kisses down her neck and sucked on her throat where her pulse beat. He licked her there, startling her. He pulled at her arms, which had wrapped themselves around his neck, away from his body so he could remove her T-shirt. Once she was naked from the waist up he quickly returned his attention back to her chest. Donna bit her lip from crying out as he outlined the tops of her breasts. When he dipped his tongue into the hollow between her breasts and cupped them, she drew in a shattered breath.

Donna tangled her fingers into his hair, holding him in place.

Josh raised his head to look at her one more time; he was still having trouble believing this was actually happening. In a ragged voice, he told her, "You are so beautiful."

"Did you just call me beautiful?" she said trying to sound skeptical. The words came out more giddy and aroused, than cynical.

He chuckled against her breastbone, the low sound echoing into her chest. "Yes, I did."

"You're trying to seduce me now, aren't we a little past that point?" Donna said while waving her hands in the general area of their entwined bodies.

"I'm damn well trying to seduce you, and no, there is never a point when seduction is not necessary." With that Josh kissed her mouth again.

He ran his hand from her thigh up along her waist to her shoulder, brushing his fingers across one breast as he went. Josh trailed his fingers around her breastbone, and then swirls around and around, closer and closer, until he brushes across her left breast. He did the same with her other breast, touching, caressing, until she was gasping for air.

"Josh," she whispered, digging her fingers into his shoulders, "if you don't stop teasing me soon, I'm going to be pretty pissed."

"I'm not teasing," he answered in the same tone, leaning down and replacing his fingers with his mouth.

Overwhelmed by the sensation Donna arched her back, pulling him closer against her. When she finally controlled her breathing, she lifted the bottom of his shirt and practically ripped it off him. If she was not wearing a shirt there is no way that he got to keep his on.

Slowly Donna placed her hand on his chest, a small smile on her face as she enjoyed the feel of his muscles tensing beneath her palm. "Your heart is beating so fast."

Smiling as well, Josh pushed himself up, straddling her hips. "Lift your hips," he said, tugging her jogging shorts down her legs and throwing them on the floor. All thoughts of granny panties completely forgotten.

"Do I get to finish undressing you?" She asked.

"Please, I'm feeling a bit constricted."

Lowering her gaze from his brown eyes, she could see what he meant. Licking her lips, Donna reached over to grab his boxers. An excited grin formed on her face as she tugged Josh's boxers down passed his thighs. Soon he was as naked as she was.

"See? Not teasing." He bent forward onto his hands and knees, kissing her deep and open-mouthed.

Donna ached to touch every inch of his warm, smooth skin.

Donna felt like she was in a dream, was this really happening? Was she really lying naked in bed under Josh? Were they really about to – Hmm, what expression should she use? What do men say? Fuck. No, she definitely didn't like the sound of that. Too aggressive, too impersonal. Have sexual intercourse. No, that sounded clinical and cold. And what she was feeling right now was not clinical and it was definitely not cold. She felt almost taken over by his heat.

Josh lifted his head a little. "What are you thinking about?"

She ran her fingers through his hair again, pulling his face down to hers once more. "Nothing."

With a familiar smirk, he bent his head to run his mouth over her breasts again, the slide lower to kiss her stomach, and then lower again.

Donna squealed, immediately clapping both hands over her mouth as though she was afraid to wake any possible neighbours. At the noise, Josh lifted his head, eyes dancing, to look at her before returning to his task.

Donna clutched at the fabric of the bed, twisting her fingers into the material; all coherent or logical thoughts blasted into oblivion by the heat soaring through her. He continued to caress her, reveling in every gasp, every moan that escaped from her parted lips.

"Does it feel good?"

"It feels…okay."

At that challenge, Josh moved her up on the bed a little more so he could gain complete access to her. He used all his skills to tease her, using his tongue and his fingers to keep up the constant circling pressure so that her body quaked in response.

"Does it feel good?" He asked again.

"You know it does." She gasped.

He raised his head, positioning his mouth over her chest, sucking and nibbling in time with the motion of his fingers, exerting just the right amount of pressure until she broke apart into a million pieces. Shivering and shuddering inside and out, all she could do was bury her fingers into his hair and gasp for air.

"Josh," she rasped.

He moved again, settling over her with his knees between hers.

Still kissing her ferociously, he sank down, slowly sliding inside her.

"Does that feel good?" She threw the question back at him, running her hands down his back, feeling the play of muscles beneath her fingers.

"Yes," he growled, "very good."

As he moved he continued kissing her, his expression intense, he couldn't stop looking at her, couldn't stop caressing her. Tension tightened his muscles beneath her touch, the sensation creeping through him into her.

"Wrap your legs around me."

When she did, he hissed at the feeling of her soft, slim thighs cradling him. "I love your legs," he whispered into her ear.

He tilted his head to kiss her again; his knew his control over the situation was slipping. Josh bared his teeth, focusing on a slow and steady rhythm, as the pressure built and built. The sound of them together juxtaposed against the noise of the storm outside the hotel room was driving him to the edge. He was breathing hard and was beginning to lose himself completely to the feeling of being with her.

Donna clutched at him with her arms, wanting more. He stilled and pressed higher, changing the angle. The spasms started for him, just after they ended for her and he gave himself up to the pleasure.

Finally, he collapsed on top of her, completely spent.

After what seemed like an eternity, he pushed up on his elbows and cleared his throat. "I must be crushing you." His voice sounded sleepy.

"It's okay. I like holding you." She said shyly. How she could be shy after what they had just done amazed him.

Josh rolled to his side and motioned to Donna to get under the sheets. Together they settled into a positioned that was comfortable for both and quickly drifted off to sleep.

TBC...