Page 82 of Forbidden Heroes

Well damn. Maybe it’s for the better. I grab a little orange juice from the fridge and take a quick shower, wrapping the towel around me as I make my way out to the deck, phone in hand.

A large pool glistens in the sunlight like a blue gem. A single lounge chair is pushed to the side and a small cabinet with shelves along the back of the deck holds folded towels, fresh with the floral smell as I take a couple and spread them out near the pool’s edge.

I pull up my boss’s number up on screen but pause for a minute to take in my surroundings. Just like I thought, as soon as the sun came up the view turned into something of a miracle for the eyes. Beautiful, quiet and barren of prying eyes, I notice.

I unhook the edge of my towel and let it drop around my feet.

Reclined on the towel, I shoot a quick note to my boss, hoping she’s in a good mood.

“Sorry for the MIA last night. I was sick. Better now and will work a double shift.”

Only a couple of seconds pass before a reply comes through.

“Good to hear you’re better. Be here by five.”

A small relief fills me to know I still have a job, but Maddox’s offer also plagues me. I still haven’t decided and I have until five to do so.

With nothing to do but wait, my idle mind falls back to the events of last night and of watching my dean stroke himself off in the moonlight. Would the sunlight be just as sexy I wonder? More so. Being able to see every cut angle of his body would be a treat.

A hungry hum returns, and in the sunlight my nipples stiffen into tight berries. I imagine Maddox taking each of them in his warm, capable mouth as he spread my dainty folds wide with his thick shaft.

In my fantasy my pussy is slippery wet and he runs his full length through my lips, nudging my pleasure nub over and over again.

I find my clit and work the edges first, not quite touching where I want Maddox’s tongue the most. This time, in my fantasy, he doesn’t hold back. His huge veined steel length takes me in one powerful thrust, spreading me wide with his bare cock and marking me as his now and forever.

I dip first one finger and then another, wetting them good before dragging them back to my clit. I start slow, rocking my hips in slow grinding movements. My chest heaves at the fantasy in my head of Maddox’s strong hands on me, touching my body as I slide down on his length and I start to ride him.

I pick up speed, brushing my finger over my soaked clit, clawing at the towel but no matter what I do, I can’t make myself reach climax.

“Argh,” I cry out, working my clit harder, desperate for relief. My chest heaves with ragged breaths, my heart pounding out of control.

I hear the hiss first, then the biting words that has my hand pausing over my clit.

“What are you doing? Anyone can see you out here.”

Maddox steps through the deck gate and walks over, hot and obviously bothered by the sight of me splayed out on his deck.

“Liar, only you can see me as far as I can tell and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Get dressed, Amber—we need to talk.” His tight expression looks like he thinks we’re breaking twenty different laws, but we’re not.

He turns like he’s going to walk off and leave me masturbating on his deck. But I see the bulge in his pants. He’s probably heading straight for the bathroom for a little hand relief.

“What’s wrong? I want more Maddox and not just your tongue this time.” No reason in hiding the truth that’s glaringly obvious. But that doesn’t keep my face from turning red or the flush from spilling over to my breasts. I can be bold, but it doesn’t mean I’m not shy.

“You little hellion. Fuck…sweetheart. What the hell are you doing to me?” He rubs at his chest. “You can’t have more and neither can I. Let last night be a memory and nothing more.”

He takes several deep breaths. “A mistake that won’t happen again.”

“Was it a mistake?” I demand, unmoving, and I can tell I’m inciting the fires in him again and it’s glorious to witness.

“You know it was, now, get dressed in…whatever…I don’t care and don’t patronize me, young lady,” he snaps with a rough, growly voice that does a wonderful job of stroking my libido.

“What? Are you my daddy now?”

His brows pinch over the rim of his sunglasses, and I would give anything to see his eyes right now. They’re probably flames of brilliant blue that rival the hottest fire known to man.

“You wish. I’d have you over my knee and spanking that tight ass of yours until you see reason. Maybe that’s what you need.”

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