He had the sleeves pushed up, and his strong forearms were far more appealing than they should have been. Even with how annoyed he was at me, there was no denying his attractiveness. The man oozes sex appeal; it really isn’t fair.
My hand slips down between my legs, grazing my clit lightly. Shit. I can’t do this.
I’m doing this.
Because if he can be that intense in his hatred of me, what would he be like if that passion was for a different reason? What if all his focus and energy was directed toward my pleasure?
I let out a moan as my fingers circle my entrance, dipping in and out shallowly.
I give in and let myself picture him in the shower with me. Towering over me, water dripping down the lines of his body. I can feel the heat of those beautiful cerulean eyes burrowing into me. My fingers speed up, alternating between light flicks to my clit and long thrusts inside. My other hand finds the wall, holding me up as I lose myself to the fantasy.
And when my orgasm hurtles toward me, fast and furious, it’s Max’s name I call out and hear echoing back to me.
Fighting back threads of embarrassment that I just came so hard to thoughts of my boss, I quickly finish up washing my hair and then get out, wrapping my hair in a towel and pulling on a fluffy robe. I walk out of my bedroom just in time for my phone to ring with an incoming video call from my mom.
I hit answer as I make my way to the kitchen to turn on the kettle for some chamomile tea.
“Hi baby girl!” My mom’s large smile fills the screen.
“Hey, Mom,” I reply, pulling down a mug. “How are you? How’s Dad?”
“Oh, we’re fine. Your father’s been looking at Alaskan cruises he wants to take this summer. Can you believe it? The man who gets seasick wants to spend a week on acruise ship.”
I chuckle, letting my mom fill the conversation with her endless chatter and updates as I putter around, making my tea.
Once I make it to the couch and sit down, however, Mom shifts the focus.
“So, how is it being back on the island without he-who-shall-not-be-named?”
I roll my eyes even as I smile. Mom always hated Thad. Guess that should have been the first of many red flags.
“It’s great. This short-term rental in Westport is lovely, but I’m still toying with the idea of finding a place in Dogwood Cove.”
“Oh, is that the cute little town we went to that had the delicious bakery?”
“Yeah, The Nutty Muffin. I wonder if it’s still there,” I muse, making plans in my head to go to Dogwood Cove on my next set of days off.
“How’s work?” she asks innocently enough, but I feel my chest start to flush with heat as I remember what I just did moments ago in the shower.
“Fine. It’s good. Yeah, fine.”
Mom lifts one eyebrow, but thankfully, doesn’t push me. Then again, with her next questions, I find myself wishing we were still talking about work.
“And have you met anyone nice? Gone out at all?”
My head falls back against the couch cushions. “No, Mom. I’m a little busy, you know, learning how to be a doctor and all.”
“Heidi, don’t be like that. You get days off, don’t you? All I’m asking is if there’s anyone around you might spend some of those days off with.”
A vision of Max lounging at home on days off enters my mind. Only he’s not alone in this mental picture. I’m there with him.
What. Is. Wrong. With. Me.
The only answer I have as to why on earth I’d be attracted to a man who treats me like garbage is because I remember the way he was before. When he was kind and respectful. The way he is with everyone else.
If that’s not why I find myself still drawn to him, then I need therapy.
“See? You’re blushing. Who is it? I knew you were holding out on me!” my mother crows triumphantly and I snap my head forward, shaking my head.
