Page 62 of Forgiveness
She let out a sigh of relief now that the truth was out. As much as she hated following his commands, she loved how he could coax almost anything out of her. It was like a secret game between them: his power plays for her willing submission. Maggie arched toward him at the same time that Flux pressed his hips into her belly, and there was no doubt how aroused he was in their current situation.
Maggie licked her lips and moved one of her hands to the front of him, cupping him through his jeans before gripping him tightly. A hiss exploded from between his teeth. Oh, yes, she’d been taking notes, and Flux liked a certain touch.
Odysseus stomped his hoof with a small snort, and they both parted from each other and looked at the horse at the same time.Shit, I’d forgotten my boy was even here. Flux makes me all kinds of mixed up.
Maggie cleared her throat. “I need to give my boy a treat.” A bolt of regret tightened her chest as Flux removed his hand from her breasts and stepped away from her body. She walked over to Odysseus and took a tote bag down from the shelf, then rummaged through it until she found a bag with apple and carrot slices. Maggie ran her fingers through the horse’s mane then bent down and dropped the treats into a bucket.
Flux’s hands rubbed over her ass and she straightened up and leaned back into him; his erection was thick and hard against her.
“Let’s get back to the motel, Duchess. I’m gonna fuck you all night long.”
It wasn’t a question. Certainly not a demand. In his low, brisk voice that rolled like gravel, Flux had told her both a fact and a promise.
