Page 19 of Under Fire

“I might be able to help you.” He slowly gazed back up at her, letting his lip curl in a sly grin.

Leaning back once again, he awaited her next move.

She knew he was waiting to see if she wanted to play. His words screamed across her mind, and a warning alarm went off. She knew was he was after—quid pro quo. Something she couldn’t give him, undoubtedly. Stretching across the table, her mind racing, she wiped the glass again, a little more stiffly than the last time.

“My, my…can’t you try a little harder than that?” His voice darkened, like a disappointed daddy. “I wouldn’t think this is how you audition.”

Audition—the word hit her. That’s exactly what it had always been.What had Maria been up to?

“I—” she started, trying to defend herself. “I’m—”

He shook his head, cutting her off. “No…harder.”

Again Alisa’s thighs trembled, and she reached across the table, trying to work a little harder to get the distant spots. He had a way of making her need to play along.

“Harder,” he demanded, reminding her of the fantasy she’d had of him the night before.

Dominating her, forcing her—making her scream his name.

As she stretched as far as she could, she heard him say, “That’s it.”

Heating up, getting dizzy under his velvety gaze, she found herself getting after it one last time, seductively reaching, dragging her breasts across the sparkling glass. Her conscious mind unable to figure out what she was doing, her warming body stilled for a second, in a way that pleaded‘do what you want with me’.

And the way she slowly rolled back up, she was reassured she was sending the right message when she heard his breathing shift.

“Much better,” he growled, like a proud daddy. “Good job.”

Bashful but eager, she straightened, holding the cloth in her hands as she waited for further instruction.

“What about down here?” he nodded downward to the leg of the table, which happened to be situated right in front of his chair. He then pointed at the leg of his own chair, “And over here?”

Alisa bit her lip, feeling him continually push her out of her comfort zone. He was good at that. But then, he made it so damn easy to obey. He was good at that, too.

She slowly started wiping down the leg of the patio table right in front of him, bending over into a fold. Her ass up and tempting fate. She waited for his hot hand to reach out and touch her, but he didn’t. He just shifted in his chair, adjusting his boardshorts. She knew it was wrong…all of it. But she couldn’t stop herself. It felt too good. She wanted to hear him tell her that he liked what she was doing, again and again. Maybe she just wanted Daddy’s approval.

She drew herself up, flickering her eyes at him, waiting for more.

“You might be able to help me?” she repeated his words from earlier, tilting her head to understand.

“Sure.” He let his teeth graze over his lip.

“In exchange for?” She breathed out, almost afraid to hear the answer.

“Services.”

“Cleaning services?”

He let out a dark laugh, nodding at her capris. “It’s so damn hot out. Why don’t you launch those? Jump in with me.”

Her mouth dropped yet again, much to his amusement. He was clearly enjoying himself too much, testing her boundaries. Yet, so was she. The one thing she loved was receiving instruction…especially from a confident leader like him.

Without even letting herself think, she slid her fingers under the waist of her yoga capris, peeling them down her hips to reveal an athletic black thong. She hadn’t expected to be showing off her naked ass that morning but was damn glad of her panty choice. There were far worse options at the bottom of her panty drawer.

As she slid the fabric of her yoga capris down, inch by inch, she watched his body stiffen and flex. He had a damn good poker face, but the pulsing in his boardshorts told her what his face wouldn’t.

And, respectively, there was enough blood pulsing southward in her body.

“I shouldn’t be doing this.” A guilty grin dashed across her mouth.

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