Page 20 of Under Fire

“You’re a grown-ass woman. Do what you want.”

His words flushed over her, making her feel like maybe, just maybe, she could let herself slip up a bit. No one was going to know or hurt her. She was safe.

As she slid off her pants, she turned back to the patio table leg, doing the exact same thing as she had before—this time, just in her thong. It felt so good to be wearing a little bit less in the insane heat. Sweat immediately dewed and slipped down her legs. As if focused only on her task, as if it were normal to clean in a thong right in front of a client, she bent over with alacrity, letting her tailbone rise high in the air, giving him a perfect view of what was between her legs. She knew he liked that.

He groaned as she found the bottom of the table leg, and she scrubbed as hard as she could at dirt that didn’t exist, just wishing he’d grab her hips and bring her ass right into his face. There was nothing her throbbing pussy wanted more in that moment that to feel his hot breath against her wet slit. The thought alone was pure fire. God, he was making her so damn aroused.

But Mr. Perfect maintained control, sitting back and just watching. She rose slowly, more provoked and needy than ever, feeling dazed by the broiling sun.Damn him. He knew how to drive her crazy. The heat from the scorching LA summer was only outdone by the heat between their bodies, heaving as they stared at each other.

Crouching down, she felt the blood rushing from her head. Taking in a deep breath so she wouldn’t faint, she proceeded to run the cloth down the arm and leg of the chair he was sitting in. Flickering her dark eyes up into his ice-blue ones, she wished he’d just make a move and put her out of her misery. He was damn near going to make her faint from anticipation alone. Pressing her breasts together, her face came closer and closer to his crotch, wanting more than anything to rip back those boardshorts and taste what was underneath.

But she wouldn’t dare.

Not without his permission.

It seemed he was thinking the same thing, shooting out his rough hand and grabbing her jaw, inches from his cock.

“You’re damn good at this,” he growled as he gazed down on her, licking his lips. “What else are you good at?”

Alisa couldn’t help but laugh, searching a little too long for a clever comeback. The heat, the scene—she had grown seriously dizzy.

“You sure have lots of questions,” she breathed out the only thing she could think of, bobbing on slippery, sweaty legs before him.

“Hell yeah. Next question is—what am I going to do with this hot as fuck chick on her knees before me?”

The question burned across her mind, the provocative question unsteadying her. She stumbled back, black stars rushing over her vision. Hazy, she grasped at the table for stability, but her hand didn’t quite get a good grip. Whatever gracefulness she’d pretended to have evaporated in a flash as she nearly passed out right in front of him, her body buckling and stumbling. But, with his sturdy grip, he found her, hoisting her whole body up against him with ease.

Standing toe to toe, his other hand came around the back of her neck as he held her, massaging her back to reality. His face had switched from turned on to deeply concerned.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” she grimaced, leaning into him.

Under Mr. Perfect’s gaze, Alisa grew painfully embarrassed.Smooth—real smooth.In one fell swoop, she’d ruined the moment. She pressed her trembling hands into his still-wet chiseled chest. Guilt ran rampant over her, sobering her.

Warren drew her body a few feet past the edge of the pool toward a picturesque poolside shower that had been built into lush flora. She remained silent, obedient—wishing she could shrink away. Flipping on the cool water, he rinsed the back of her neck, kneading spasming muscles, more like medical triage than intimacy. Maybe it was the tension she’d carried for years, maybe it was nearly fainting, but he was finding knots in her neck that she didn’t know existed.

“Wow, that feels good,” she mumbled, between his skilled hands and the cool water.

“Good.”

Exhaling deeply as he worked her neck, he ran his other hand down the side of her body, holding her wobbling body steady. The concern in his eyes never left, in fact, it only seemed to get worse.

“What— Did you almost pass out?”

“Um—yeah.”

“You need water.” He tilted her mouth to take in the cascading water falling on them.

She opened her mouth, closing her eyes, feeling the cool water filling her. Swallowing, she opened her eyes to see his heated gaze locked on her, totally turned on. She didn’t move but kept on. That split second was pure bliss. And she just wanted to enjoy the last two seconds of whatever that was.

Finally, he pulled her close, running his rough hands over her as he assessed for lucidity.

“I think we’d better call it a day.”

“You want me to go?” she squeaked.

As he held her inches from him, Warren trailed his gaze down her lips and neck.

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