Page 74 of Worth Every Risk

He raises a small bottle of what looks like massage oil. I don’t know where he got it, but he pours a little in his palm, sets the bottle on the floor and rubs his hands together. I eye him warily, watching those huge, oil-slicked palms rub against one another.

“Relax,” he says. “You did a lot of hard work in there.” He nods at the sauna.

I lie back, unable to forget that I’m completely at his mercy. He’s huge and strong, and I’m lying here naked and helpless. If he wanted, he could do anything with me. And yet I feel completely safe as he begins, working his way up my body in long, deep strokes that tenderize my muscles.

The oil has a calming scent, like lavender and bergamot. In other circumstances, I might drift off and fall into a relaxing sleep. But with the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met stroking oil into my naked skin, I can’t possibly.

There’s a fire in his eyes, like all he wants to do is bend me over and fuck me raw, but he’s taking his time, sliding his hands up my thighs.

My breath catches in my throat as his hand finally reaches the top of my leg. I clench my fists at my sides, and bite down on my lip. He must notice the sudden tension in my body, because a deep moan rumbles in his throat.

“Please,” I say, my voice a breathy whimper.

“You like to beg, don’t you?”

I nod as he teases the edge of my pussy with one thick finger, his eyes shining mischievously. I shift my hips, seeking friction, hoping I can somehow tempt him to slide inside me.

“Please, fuck me.” I cover my face with my hands, embarrassed that I want him so much I’mstillbegging. “I can’t bear this.”

“I don’t tend to bring condoms to the sauna,” he replies, still stroking the edges of my pussy, gradually increasing the pressure around my wet entrance.

I let out a needy moan. “I’m on the pill,” I say. “Please—”

“Are you sure?”

I gasp as his finger finally comes to rest right at my entrance, and he runs it around the edge, sensitizing every cell in the area until my need reaches fever-pitch.

“Yes, I’m fucking sure,” I bite out. “You’re a cruel man, Matt Hawkston.”

Laughter rumbles in his chest, such a sexy sound that I’m barely managing to control myself. I shift on the lounger in an attempt to sit up, but his hand comes to my shoulder easing me back down. “Nuh-uh,” he says. “We’re going to do this my way.”

That deep, commanding voice does things to me that I never knew were possible. My body is vibrating with anticipation. I lie back as he stands, the towel around his hips doing nothing to hide the huge erection that tents the fabric.

Hanging on hooks on the wall are four towelling robes. Matt removes the belts from them and returns to where I’m lying on the lounger.

My heart is in my throat.Fuck me, he wants to tie me up.I didn’t think I could be more turned on than I am right now, but as he grips the belts in both hands, pulling them taut between his fists, arousal buzzes through me like an electric current.

“Arms over your head,” he says, and I obey instantly. “Anything you don’t like, tell me and we’ll stop.”

I nod, and he begins to tie one of my wrists to the leg of the lounger. Then he moves to the other and secures it so I’m unable to move my arms. Then he moves to my feet and ties my ankles to the legs at the bottom of the lounger.

My arousal is soaring as I let him splay me out, and my mouth dries as Matt holds eye contact, his gaze burning me up until I’m nothing but the intensity of my desire. I don’t give a fuck what this looks like, or what anyone might think. All I want is to feel his body on mine…inmine.

He stands at the end of the lounger and surveys his handiwork, a smug grin tugging at his lips.

My hips jerk of their own volition, my back arching as if my pussy can jump off the lounger and reach him. “Please, let me see you,” I breathe.

He tilts his head in consent, then lets his towel drop to the floor.

“Oh, my God,” I moan, as he stands there, his dick huge and hard, rising to his navel. His abs are beautifully defined, his thighs dense with muscle, and the definition of his quads is so deep I could slide my fingers in the ridges. He is a perfect specimen.

And his face… that jaw, those eyes… I cannot believe this is really happening.

He bends so his forearms are on the lounger, his torso hovering over my lower half. He trails his tongue up the inside of my thigh, and my leg twitches like his touch is charged.

“If you don’t fuck me I’ll—”

His tongue slides inside me, thrusting deep.

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