Page 16 of One Hell of a Deal

He shrugs and looks back at the water. “That’s very nice of you to say, Daphne. And for the record, I’m sorry you’ve been lonely.”

He reaches down and puts his hand on top of mine and gently squeezes my fingers, as we sit enjoying the sights and sounds of this slice of paradise. Hesitantly, I drop my head onto his shoulder, and he stiffens for a moment, but then relaxes, allowing my affection.

“I’m not lonely, now,” I mumble.

“No,” he says softly. “Me neither.”

Chapter Fourteen: Max

Something has shifted between Daphne and me, and it’s confusing and complicated. I never thought I would think of her as more than a problem to solve, but our time at the river showed me a side of her that challenges me. I finally see her as a human.

We were quiet on the way to the hotel, and I spent most of the short ride lost in thoughts on how to stay focused on the mission, and away from thinking about her. Unfortunately, it was a difficult task, and now I’m exhausted by the thought of how much falling for her would complicate everything. I can’t fall for her.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, with the stack of papers in my lap, I fight to focus on finding any information that will help me out of my contract. But the sounds of Daphne humming away in the shower make their way to my ears through the thin hotel walls, making me too distracted to think clearly.

The problem is, I’m pretty sure that I could have her if I want to. And my body wants to.I mean, what man wouldn’t want to be the first to welcome her to the Earth with an explosive orgasm?The thought alone makes me as hard as the boulder we sat on.

“Get a grip, Max,” I groan into the empty room. I need to get my head right. I need to forget about the possibility of being with her. Things are already more messed up than I can deal with. I set the papers down next to me and rub my temples. “Shift your focus.”

“What was that?” I look up to see her, standing in a skimpy towel, dripping wet and confused. I never noticed the shower stop. It takes everything in me to ignore how the towel is clung to her chest, a perfect challenge with her nipples hard in my peripheral view.

“Oh, nothing,” I say, focusing my gaze on the floor. “I think I’m going to take a shower too.”

“You do that,” she says as she moves around me and toward her bag on the other bed. “The water is refreshing.”

I stand when I’m sure she isn’t looking. The last thing I need is for her to notice the rocket trying to launch in my pants. “I won’t be too long.”

The bathroom is steamy, and I am quick to undress. The hot water doesn’t make my situation any better, so I start to take matters into my own hands. I picture Daphne on her knees in front of me as I stroke, completely lost in my fantasy.

The sudden sound of her voice makes me freeze. “That looks fun.”

I spin away, toward the shower wall, embarrassed by her sudden intrusion at such a vulnerable moment.

Panicked, an unmanly squeal escapes my mouth. “What are you doing in here?”

The excitement in her voice drops. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend. I just thought we could, you know, have a bit of harmless fun.”

I look over my shoulder at her, and her eyes are hungry. She is biting on her lower lip, and I am at a total loss for words. Iwantto tell her to go away. Iwantto tell her that we shouldn’t complicate our situation with sex.

But my brain has seemed to travel to my dick and all I want is to plunge it inside any part of her she will allow. All I can manage is, “If you think it won’t complicate things too much.”

I slowly turn to face her, exposing my excitement, as her towel drops to the floor. Any blood remaining in my limbs shoots into my groin. My breathing is rapid, overwhelmed by her generous curves. She takes hold of my arm and steps in to join me, her eyes locked with mine.

She stands close and unmoving, and I am unsure what she wants me to do. I put my hands softly onto her hips and pull her closer, the steam now flavored with a gentle, sweet cinnamon.

“Kiss me, Max,” she whispers, and I gladly comply. Her thick breasts press into my chest, and our heartbeats play against each other. My mouth moves to her neck, as my hips smash against her, seeking the warmth of her skin. My hands caress her breasts, and as we move together, the world and all of its problems completely disappear.

She starts to bend down, and a rush of hope that my fantasy is about to unfold hits me, and I hold my breath. But instead of dropping to her knees, she reaches behind me and turns off the shower.

Confused, I exhale as I sputter, “Are you having a change of heart?” I do my best to appear and sound indifferent, but I am screaming on the inside.

She laughs and takes my hand as she steps out of the shower, pulling me behind her. “There is no chance of that. I just thought we could have more fun on the bed.”

Without taking a second to dry off, we move to my bed, and she drops down onto her back, directly in front of me. I wonder if I might have a heart attack, or if it’s possible to rupture my skin from the throbbing pressure. I’ve never wanted someone so bad.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” She says, spreading her legs in invitation.

Wordlessly, I crawl atop her squirming, perfect body, and I kiss her fiercely as I push into her. My excitement is nearing capacity, so I move slowly, trying to calm myself down. Otherwise, this slice of heaven pie won’t last much longer than a moment.

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