still didn’t relax, she asked, “Are you sure everything’s okay?”
Dobrow and Carmichael were dead, and with them, the last of the threats from her life before me.
She was in my arms, relaxed with no walls or mental guard up. Body, heart, and soul, I had all of her.
Not to mention, my dick was coated in her come and her pussy was full of mine.
Which was why I repeated my answer from earlier. “Everything’s perfect.”
With my little dove, it always was.
EPILOGUE
Juliet
A Few Days Later
“TIME TO GET out, Juliet.”
Damn.
The weather was scorching, but thanks to the overcast sky, the pool temp was perfect. I wasn’t ready to get out.
“Or you could come in,” I tried, treading water with just my head exposed to the heat.
Maximo crossed his arms. “Now, Juliet.”
Maybe I can stay in just a little longer…
Underwater, I tugged the two strings holding my top in place. I stood so he could see my breasts as I tossed the scrap of fabric his way and repeated, “Or you could come in.”
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, his cock hardening to push against his joggers.
It didn’t matter how often it happened, I’d never get used to the way Maximo wanted me. It was a heady power that made me bold.
Bold enough to slip off my bottoms and toss them with my top.
That did it.
In record time, Maximo stripped and jumped into the pool, landing near me. He palmed my ass and easily lifted me in the water. I wrapped my legs around him as he began walking.
Disappointment filled me as we neared the ladder.
Oh well. I probably earned a punishment later, at least.
But Maximo didn’t go to the ladder. He took us through the waterfall to the hidden alcove. Turning me around, he set me on the bench and positioned me on my knees facing away from him.
“This is going to be hard and fast because we don’t have much time, so play with your clit.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl,” he praised as he slammed into me.
My hand went between my legs to do as he said, the pad of my middle finger rubbing tight circles on my clit.
Each ruthless thrust took me higher, forcing moans that echoed in the small space. His hand suddenly covered my mouth, taking me by surprise.
But then I heard it.
Muffled voices.
There was no way they didn’t notice my bathing suit or Maximo’s discarded clothes.
Mortified, I tried to shift away, but Maximo wouldn’t let me.
Lowering his front to cover my back, his mouth was at my ear. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”
Since his hand prevented me from speaking, I shook my head frantically.
“Play with your clit or I’m going to pull out of this sweet pussy and slam into your tight little ass instead. I’ll fuck it so hard, neighbors miles down the road will hear your screams.”
As tempting as that threat was, I resumed rubbing my clit. It was wicked and wrong and so damn hot.
His pace slowed, but the power in each plunge remained brutal.
He’s getting off on this depraved torment.
Despite our company, my body began to tingle and a rush of electricity and lava flowed through my veins.
And so am I.
Thankfully, the voices faded quickly because I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out.
“You close?” Maximo asked, harsh and raw as his thrusts took me off my knees.
I nodded as my finger worked my clit with frenzied strokes. My release hit hard, crashing over me like the water around us. Even with his hand over my mouth, my cries were loud.
“Thank Christ,” he grunted before coming with a low groan.
At the sound and the feel of him, another aftershock of pleasure rippled through me.
Rather than giving me his weight or rearranging us so he could hold me like he usually did, Maximo backed away. “Jesus, you make me lose control.”
Of all the compliments Maximo gave—sweet or obscene—that was the most profound because he didn’t lose his carefully held control often. But I could make him do it.
I turned and smiled up at him.
“Don’t think you can give me that sexy smile and you’ll be off the hook,” he said, but the only heat in his voice was from lust not anger. “I’m still going to spank your ass raw for not listening to me, but it’ll have to wait because now we’re late.”
“For what?” I asked, but he didn’t answer.
Ducking out of the waterfall, he paused for a moment before turning back. “Come on.” When I swam out, he gave me the look