Page 25 of Dirty Secret

CHAPTER 9

Heidi

What could I say?

Yes, please!

Max wanted to get dirty with me. The same man I believed was a straight-laced family guy. I had never been happier about my wrongness.

His sapphire eyes sparkled as they traced down my body. The heat and excitement and the need caused me to squirm. I felt like a trapped squirrel with a hawk swirling above, ready to pounce.

"Those shorts are tiny. They're more like . . ." He bent over me on the bed, unable to finish. But I heard it loud and clear as his fingers traced the edge of my shorts. Each digit crept closer and closer to where all my warmth and desire for him met.

In one swift movement, he pushed past my shorts and undies, and then he did this thing that was both wonderful but fleeting. He was a clit tease. I'd laugh if it wasn't diabolical.

"You're the devil." I arched my back as my squirming took on a life of its own. His wicked grin didn't help matters, either.

"Isn't that what you want?" His eyes dipped to the apex of my legs, admiring his handy work. "A little devil inside."

I nodded and then shook my head, unable to know if I wanted a sinner or a saint in bed.

But it didn't take me long to make up my mind. That quick, teasing finger slipped away, and I watched with mouth-watering fascination as he lifted it to his mouth. I could almost taste myself as he eased it past his lips, his eyes rolling back as he groaned.

I wanted more of his sinful ways.

"Max," I begged.

His eyes opened but his finger didn't move. Max's gaze slid down my body with such hunger that my fingers curled into the sheets, preparing for what was to come.

And I could barely wait for him to give it to me.

Just because he wasn't moving, didn't mean I had to stay still. I ripped my clothes off in what must have been a world record. I made a note in my head to check the Guinness Book of World Records once I was done with my filthy devil.

Max's eyes studied me—like each movement of my body was recorded in his mind as if studying for a test. And if I was his teacher, I would give him an A+ for effort, the best effort.

He reached over to a plain, side table. Pulling out the single drawer, he retrieved a strip of foil wrappers, then removed a green square and lifted it to his face.

"Doing a little light reading before bed?"

Raising my elbows, I couldn't hold back the chuckle.

Tossing the condom onto the bed, he removed his T-shirt without saying a word. I almost choked on my breath. The man was chiseled. Each muscle was perfectly sculpted like some great artist took their time with his body.

Screw my question. I wanted Max to rip open that wrapper and have his way with me. Now.

It had been two years since I had sex. But after discovering the golden treasure under Max's shirt, even if it had only been an hour since I last had sex, I would still want him to pick up the pace.

His devilish senses were on high alert. He had to know I was ready to beg for his cock. I wondered if a sloth would move faster at removing his jeans.

"Nothing about now will be light, Heidi."

Max pulled down his boxer briefs and jeans at the same time like the perfect sexual showman. Shimming out of his clothes, his cock, thick and so big I feared it might burst, sprung forth to prove his point.

My eyes drifted sideways at the condom on the bed. "Will that even fit?"

A rumble of laugher burst from him and sent a shiver down my body. "We'll just have to find out."

He grabbed the wrapper and tore it open with his teeth. Has there been a sexier man in the world other than Max? Doubtful. Highly, doubtful. Max was like something from a fantasy. He started to roll on the condom but stopped after the tip. "Oh no, I think it's stuck. Heidi, you might have to lick here." He pointed to the part of his dick not covered by the condom.

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