Page 59 of Ace My Heart

Yep, it had been far too long since I’d taken care of myself like this.

My fingers circled my clit, heat and aching flooding my lower body.

“Mmm,” I moaned, taking a finger and sliding it inside myself. My slick pussy gripped my finger, and I thrust harder, adding a second.

I spread my knees wider, as wide as I could make them in the confines of the bathtub.

I arched my back, and the cool air hit my tight nipples. I gasped, reaching one hand up to pinch at a wet peak. The heel of my palm ground my clit even as I continued to finger myself.

My mind began replaying my erotic dreams, adding even more detail to the scene. I let my eyes slide closed, biting on my lip as I pictured … him … muscles rippling as he loomed over me. They were his fingers inside me, his palm rocking on my aching clit.

As I pinched at my nipple, in my mind his teeth were grazing across it. My insides were already coiling, tightening …

“Ooh!” I cried out as my orgasm crashed over me, my body pulsing and quaking with the intensity of it.

I lay, panting in the warm water, coming to terms with what had been the strongest climax I’d ever given myself. I didn’t want to think too hard about the reason for that.

“Ungh!” a deep, pleasured voice groaned through the wall beside me. My heart stopped. That sound had come through the wall the bathroom shared with Joel’s bedroom…

Holy shit! Was he in there going to town on himself?

Without my permission, my fingers started massaging my hypersensitive flesh once more until I was panting and rocking my hips to my fingers, and biting my lip as I came a second time …

Eventually I dragged myself from the water and towelled off, wincing at how tender my skin was. I checked my reflection in the mirror; hopefully I could pass the hectic flush on my chest off as a too-hot bath.

I wrapped the towel around me and unlocked the bathroom door, stepping out into the hallway to head back to my room to dress.

Joel’s bedroom door opened at the same time, and he sauntered out, eyes bright, a satisfied smile fixed on his face.

“Can you believe how thin the walls are in this place?” he commented as he let his gaze rove over my towel clad body, my flushed chest.

“I’m feeling much more relaxed now, how about you?” he added, taking a step towards me. I stepped back, but the hallway was narrow, and I was up against the wall, the heat from his too-close body making me feel like he was touching me when he wasn’t.

Damn him! I shouldn’t let him get to me like this!

Taking a breath, I wracked my brain for a witty retort, but all my brain conjured up was the sound he’d made on the other side of the wall … and the sudden realisation that he would have been able to hear all the noises I made too.

The tension in my body was gone, but my brain was whirring.

“I’m taking a walk,” I said, scuttling into my room to dress.

The resort we were staying at was a combination of traditional suites, which were contained in a ten-level tower, and villas, arranged around tropical gardens that wound around the pool and the tennis court and the little restaurants that dotted the grounds.

I realised as I caught a whiff of sizzling steak while walking past one of the restaurants in the dusk light, that I was starving.

Gee, could that possibly be due to the two mind-blowing orgasms you just gave yourself?

I took a deep breath and pushed those thoughts aside. I couldn’t think about what had just happened in our villa or I’d go crazy.

I turned a corner, slamming straight into a bare chest. A broad, hairy bare chest. I looked up, into the shocked eyes of Pete Levine, obviously on his way back from the pool.

Fan-fucking-tastic!

“Hi, Mel! Uh, congratulations on your spot in the final! I bet that feels really good,” he said nervously.

“It would … if people were more interested in my tennis, and less interested in my sex life – thanks toyou!” I snarled.

Pete put his hands up, warding me off. “Mel, I can explain.”

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