“Fuck,” she whispered, guilt creeping into her conscience as one hand slipped down her chest, over her stomach, and to the place she needed her husband the most. Placing a foot on the narrow shower ledge, she opened herself wide and brushed her fingers over her folds.
If they had been Dan’s hands on her, he’d be gentle, building her up slowly by tracing delicate circles around her clit with a solitary fingertip. But she knew exactly what her body could take, so she skipped the taunting preamble and went straight to rubbing two firm fingers against her engorged nub until her sex clenched greedily for more.
Forehead still pressed against the wall for balance, she gave into what her body needed most and slid those same two fingers into her wet channel, pumping and curling them in the manner that would get her off the fastest.
In no time at all, her world went hazy and hers ears rang in anticipation of inevitable release. Biting her lips together to keep from crying out and giving herself away, she stroked her thumb across her clit, once...twice...and a third time, expertly sending herself flying over the edge, her sex spasming around her fingers.
Sucking in breath after harsh breath, she allowed herself to enjoy every last pulse of pleasure, even as shame and guilt danced around the edges of her conscience.
She’d made herself come while her very willing husband sat just outside the door, completely clueless and likely wondering what he’d done wrong to warrant her walking away.
She wanted to tell him. Hoped he’d want to do whatever she asked of him in order to completely satisfy her. But didn’t clueing him defeat the purpose? She didn’t want to tell him what she needed—she wanted him to tell her. She wanted him to take control and to own her, just like he did the courtroom.
She loved sex with Dan, there was no doubt about that. She especially loved the thorough attention he always gave her and the selfless generosity of his lovemaking. But sometimes a girl just needed her hair pulled and her ass spanked.
“Maddie, babe?”
Shit. She jerked her hand from between her legs. “Yes?”
“You almost done? I’d like to get cleaned up before we head out for dinner.”
A ball of something annoyingly painful built in her throat and she forced herself to swallow it down in order to speak. “Yep. Just need to rinse my hair.”
“Great.” Click. The door shut again and her body sagged in defeat beneath the spray.
How the hell was she going to do this? How was she to be honest about what she wanted from him without scaring him or pushing him further away?
There was only one way to find out. Ready or not, tonight was the night to see what they were both made of.
Three
He was the luckiest son-of-a-bitch on the planet.
Reclined in his seat, with his arm stretched across the back of hers, Dan watched as Maddie made her way through the crowded restaurant, returning from a quick run to the restroom. She always dressed to kill, but tonight she’d outdone herself in a short, flowing red dress that barely hit her mid-thigh and a pair of sparkly black stilettos that gave his dick all sorts of nasty ideas.
He should’ve followed her to the bathroom. She was bound and determined to go dancing, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could be in the same room with her and not hike up that dress and drive himself into her hot little body.
His pulsed kicked up when an athletic looking man with tattoos on his arms accidentally backed into her path. The beefy guy turned apologetically toward her, his hands going gently to her bare shoulders before he bent close and said something in her ear. Dan couldn’t hear the words, but he had a pretty good idea when Maddie’s face flushed. With a small smile, she placed her hand on the man’s chest, said something in return, and continued on her way again. The guy kept watching her, his eyes glued to her ass, but Dan let it go in favor of stroking his own ego.
That’s right, baby. As long as you come back to me...
“Have I told how fucking hot you are?” He leaned in and swept his lips across the shell of her ear as soon as she reclaimed the chair beside him.
“Mmm, only about a thousand times.” She pressed her hand against his thigh and gave a small squeeze that sent jolts of arousal straight to his groin.
“I’m gonna work on making that a million, because, sweetheart, you are the most beautiful woman in this place.” Intoxicated by her delicious scent, he moved his mouth down her neck and suckled softly on the warm skin above her pulse point.
“I should’ve given into that quickie earlier. You obviously need it.” She smiled and walked her fingers up his leg, her nails grazing the erection straining his shorts.
He chuckled, placed a kiss on her cheek and sat back, putting some much needed space between them before he did something crazy. Like drag her back to the restroom and have his way with her once and for all. “I always need you, Maddie. Even if we had made love, I’d want you again.”
She narrowed her smoky green eyes and pursed her lips, but the blush in her face gave her away—she liked it when he told her she was wanted.