“Daisy, look at me.” Max’s command was even harsher than earlier, and though it made my head lift, it also made my knees go weak.
I didn’t just want to watch him. I wanted to touch him. My fingers curled into my dress, wanting to replace his hand with my own.And wanting to place his hands on me.
We stood, eyes locked for a long second. Long enough for his fist to drag a hard pump down his cock.Long enough for me to confirm that my underwear was soaked.
“Either you leave right now or you close that door behind you and obey everything I say.”
Pump.
Max was giving me a choice. I could still walk away from this. From him. I could still retreat behind the ring on my finger and tell myself it was because Max deserved better. It was the truth. But as I stood faced with the man who looked like a horny Poseidon ready to drag me into his deep, I couldn’t deny it was only part of the truth. The other part? I was afraid to want more.
I was afraid to want more and lose it all.
But for the first time, my mind couldn’t overrule my body. Couldn’t overrule my heart. I’d lived out of fear for so long, and look where it had gotten me. Pregnant and abandoned by a fiancé I didn’t really love. I was tired of being afraid. For tonight, I wanted to be free.
Pump.
My fingers tightened on the doorknob, and then with deliberate slowness, I pulled the door toward me, at the last second, moving to the side so it could shut behind me.
Max’s nostrils flared when it clicked closed.Pump.He milked his cock as I released the knob and stepped toward him.
“Stop,” he ordered, and I stilled, worried I’d done something wrong. Sure of it when he peeled his hand off his length.Was this some kind of test? Had I made the wrong choice?
“Do you have underwear on, Daze?”
My uncertain thoughts scattered like dandelion seeds on a breeze. “Yes.”
“Take them off.”
It was only my breath that was unsteady as I gathered my dress in my hands at my sides, lifting it high enough to reach underneath and shimmy my thong over my hips. My heart pounded as the fabric fell to my ankles.
“Kick them over to me.”
My eyes snapped to Max, seeing that he’d stepped farther out of the water and planted his palms on either side of the glass door.
Part of me couldn’t believe what I was doing right now, stepping one foot out of my underwear and using my other foot to toss the sliver of fabric toward the door.
The other part couldn’t wait to hear what he’d make me do next.
As soon as my thong landed just on the other side of the glass, his gaze snapped to it like a red flag in front of a bull. Slowly, those sparkling eyes rose to mine.
“Those are some wet panties, Daze,” he drawled slowly. “Tell me why they’re so wet.”
My cheeks might’ve been the shade of a fire hydrant, but there was no embarrassment blocking my reply from coming out in a throaty, seductive tone. “Because of you.”
A feral sound escaped through Max’s tight lips.“Because you caught me jacking off in the shower?”
I nodded, like my staring wasn’t answer enough.
“Is this what you stayed for?” He ground out, dragging his hand back to his length, giving his cock a hard pump up and down as I watched. “To watch me come all over my hand?”
My breath caught.No,I wanted to say. I stayed because I wanted to do more than just watch him. I watched to touch and taste and feel and be consumed by him.
“You want to see what you do to me, don’t you?” He pressed, a gravelly edge to his voice. “You want to watch how I lose my fucking mind when I fantasize about you.”
I shifted my weight, feeling the slickness that now coated my thighs. There was nothing that could’ve torn my gaze from him at that moment. No sudden catastrophe. No ghostly apparition. A dragon could’ve burst through the bathroom door that very second, breathing fire at me, and I wouldn’t have even noticed over his brazenness that scorched me from the inside out.
I thought I’d loved the thoughtful gentleman Max. I’d fantasized about him as an equally thoughtful and patient lover. Never in my wildest dreams had I pictured how that gentleman became a delicious caveman behind closed doors. How his deference could morph into dominance.And never could I have imagined just how much it would turn me on.
