Page 83 of Forbidden Heroes

“A daddy who spanks me or the spanking?” I bite my lip to keep from laughing at the scowl he makes.

“Clever girl.”

He was fucking hard and horny. Just a little more pushing…

I put my feet together and spread my thighs butterfly style. I continue to stroke my clit in lazy circles, taking care to make sure he sees me slip the tip of my finger into my tight, untouched slit. A cool breeze kicks up, mixed with the heat of his stare, and I plant my heels into the soft towels under me and raise just a fraction with a moan. “Oh,” I cry out in a fit of frustration.

“Maddox, it’s hurting again.” I pinch my nipples. “It’s not the same. Not like when you do it.”

“Jesus Christ,” he curses under his breath and he has his shirt off and tossed on the floor of the deck in the next second.

Through the narrow slits of my eyes I see the uncontrolled hunger in his eyes as he parts my legs and drags a finger through my drenched channel.

“Son of a bitch, you’re fucking burning up with need, aren’t you? What’s wrong? How long have you been out here working this pretty cunt in the sun, sweetheart?”

“Forever. Too long I’ve tried but I can’t—you’ve broken me.”

Wet heat meets my clit, and I arch into Maddox’s mouth as he clamps his lips down over my greedy little throbbing clit. Shocking and sudden I don’t have time to brace myself, and just like last night, the orgasm I desperately tried for on my own rushes through me ready on his command.

What the fuck? How? Who knows or cares?

Not me. I’ll figure all out later. After he makes me see the galaxy and millions of bright stars just one last time.

I suddenly grow hotter and the blazing sun has nothing to do with the fire flaming over my skin. I quiver when the warm, wet pad of Maddox’s tongue drags over my clit and he slips a finger inside me, working my velvety walls as he sucks me.

“God, yes.” I scream uncaring of anyone who could hear me. I’m creaming all over his mouth in seconds and he’s licking up every drop that slips from my channel to wet his chin.

“Sweetest sugar,” he says wiping at his chin.

Panting, he pushes up between my thighs, a hand on each knee.

My gaze drops to his dick fighting to get out, so hard I can practically see every vein pulsate against the confines of his jeans. The same ones from last night and they are right back where they were when he cooked me dinner. Teasingly low slung.

“Don’t stop,” I beg but he’s already pushing up to his feet, ready to walk away again.

Fuck. I swallow the thick knot in my throat.

“Why do you keep teasing me, I truly want to know.” I push up to my elbows, my momentarily satisfied folds on full display.

But he only growls like some beast that can’t have his piece of meat. Odd analogy given I’m that meat, but it’s true.

“Because wanting you is wrong.” His fists are clenching again like last night when he was having a hard time making up his mind.

“And what is me wanting you? Is that wrong too?”

“Yes.”

Wow. No hesitation on that.

“Then why did you just eat my pussy like a starving man? Why do you come to the club every night I dance like I’m yours and you have to protect me?”

He doesn’t say anything but his silence is strong all the same.

“Put some clothes on so we can talk about how to move forward from here.”

“Don’t worry—I won’t be here long.” This time I mean it. I don’t want to be where I am not wanted or serve only as an undesirable distraction.

I stand and leave behind the towels. What is there to hide at this point?

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