Page 18 of Turning Up the Heat

“You heard me. Touch yourself.”

He didn’t have to ask her again. Her left hand dipped down her front. She found her clit, which was already swollen and needy from his previous touch. She circled it only a few times and looked in the mirror again, seeing that his eyes were locked on her.

She moaned again. The pleasure built within her, and she pushed back against Tom’s thrusts. Her breath stuttered, and her body tensed. She cried out when her orgasm hit her at full force. Tom followed her right over the edge, proving that he was barely holding on by a thread and waiting for her to finish before he came.

Gemma and Tom both collapsed on the bed as their breathing returned to normal. “Wow,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“I’m glad you decided to come down here.”

“Me, too.”

The next morning, Tom sat by Gemma’s pool. It was December, but because he was acclimated to the typical New York winter, he found it downright tropical in Miami. He was wearing his button-down shirt and pants from the night before. He thought about the traffic and noise of New York, and he closed his eyes, savoring the silence of Gemma’s property. Her home was an oasis. He could get used to this. Gemma joined him, handing him a mug of coffee. Yup. He could definitely get used to this.

She was wearing a pair of leggings and a large sweater, which somehow still managed to show off her incredible body, instead of covering her up. She was by far the sexiest woman he’d ever met. “Enjoying the weather?” she asked.

“It’s unreal. I can’t believe I have to go back to winter in a couple of hours. It’s like a paradise down here.”

She looked around and seemed to revel in it, taking it all in. “It’s pretty great, right? Where do you live in New York?”

“I’ve got a place in Manhattan.”

“Paying a fortune for a shoebox?” she asked.

“Pretty much.”

“I can’t imagine living in the city like that. I like my space. My privacy.”

“You’ve got a great place here.”

“Yeah, it wasn’t always. There were a ton of renovations to do. It took a lot of time, and even more money. But it was worth it all.” She sipped from her coffee. “What time is your flight?”

“I took the private jet,” he told her. “I need to leave in about an hour.” He’d come down to Miami to get Gemma out of his system, but his plan had backfired. All his night with her had done was make the cravings for her worse. It shocked him that he was reluctant to leave Gemma.

Gemma laughed. “The private jet,” she repeated. “Well, look at how fancy you are. I mean, the Rexfords don’t have a PJ.”

“Well, you’re definitely missing out,” he told her. “Maybe if you’re nice to me, you can borrow ours.” He put down his mug and stood over her, holding out his hand. “Are you going to miss me?”

She took his hand, and he pulled her so she stood in front of him. She put her arms around his neck and drew him in for a kiss. Despite the coffee she’d had to drink, Gemma tasted just as sweet as she had the night before.

When they broke apart, she smiled and shook her head. “Nah. Just wondering when you’ll be out of my hair. I’ve had you, and I’m tired of you now.”

He skimmed his hands down her back to cup her backside and squeezed. “I know that’s not true.”

“You don’t think so? I’m one hundred percent ready for you to leave.”

“I think you’ll miss me the second I’m out that door.”

She pressed her body more fully against his, and he responded in kind. “You’re so sure of that.”

“I am. In fact, I think we’ll see each other again real soon.”

She smiled up at him. “I know it’s a bad idea,” she started. “But I think you might be right.”

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