Page 105 of Fix You

We wound our way through other sides of Heaven. Maeve’s interest wasn’t piqued by the floggings or spankings. In fact, she had a huge aversion to anything that involved torture or beating, and I could understand why.

She paused in front of the white bedding section where an orgy with more than ten participants was taking place. I noticed the change in her breathing as she watched the people writhing with pleasure as they fucked in all positions.

Pulling her in front of me, I slid my hand up her ribcage to cup her breast. “Is this okay?” I whispered in her ear.

“Yes,” she panted.

My other hand slid between her legs where I found her already soaking. “My naughty girl. You like watching, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“Do you like to hear the sounds the women make when their lover gives them pleasure?”

“Mm, yes,” she replied, her ass beginning to grind into my growing erection.

“Would you like it to be your sounds of pleasure they’re hearing?”

A shudder went through her. “Oh yes.”

I slid my hand into the cups of her bodice. After squeezing the nipple, I thrust one of my fingers inside her, “Would you like me to take you to one of the viewing beds and let everyone watch me fuck you?”

“Only you?” she asked.

“Only me.” When she nodded her head, I replied, “I need to hear you say the words, Maeve.”

Through her mask, desire shone in her eyes. “I want you to fuck me in front of everyone.”

“Good girl. Now what’s your safe word?”

“Rose.”

With a nod, I then took my finger out of her and removed my other hand from her bodice. My cock ached as I pulled her over to a platform, which was a queen-sized mattress that hung from the ceiling on chains and swung back and forth. I suppose if we were going to do this anywhere, it made sense we would do it on this side and not in Hell.

When we stood in front of the bed, Maeve made quick work of stripping me of my jacket. As her fingers started unbuttoning my shirt, I realized her brows were furrowed. It hit me that although she might be comfortable fucking in front of others, she might not be comfortable with them seeing her naked.

“Do you want to leave your lingerie on?”

Maeve quickly bobbed her head. “Yes, please.”

“Tesoro, this is all about you. It’s only what you want to do or not do.”

She smiled up at me. “You’re so good to me.”

It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her it was because I loved her. But that was ridiculous. We hadn’t known each other long enough for that. Even if I did feel that level of emotion for her, I couldn’t allow it.

Loving Maeve meant breaking her heart when I had to marry Drea.

I had a feeling regardless of whether I allowed myself to say the words, I was still going to break Maeve’s heart.

As she started unzipping my pants, a few onlookers from the orgy started walking over to us. With our new audience, the pulse point in her neck beat wildly. When her fingers fumbled, I said, “I’ve got this. You go get on the bed.”

“Okay.”

As she climbed up onto the bedding platform, she squealed when it moved. “Are you okay?”

She giggled. “I guess I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Sex swings are the best. There’s a really good one in Hell.”

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