Free Forbidden Heat by Opal Carew Page B

countertop. She gasped again, probably at the cold, hard marble under her, but he quickly drove into her again. He stroked her clit as he thrust. She clung to his shoulders.
    “Oh God, sir. You’re going to make me . . . ahh . . .” She moaned. “I’m coming again.” Her voice trailed to a moan, then she wailed as she held on to him.
    He watched her face as she came. Her mass of auburn curls framed her flushed face like a halo, her emerald eyes glazed in passion, and her full lips parted as she uttered sweet sounds of pleasure.
    She relaxed in his arms, and smiled up at him. “Thank you, Master Jamieson.”
    “My pleasure, Dani.” He held her close and kissed her, not wanting to part from her warm feminine body yet.
    She stroked his hair, then rested her head against his shoulder for several long, tender moments.
    Finally, she drew away and smiled at him again. “Master Jamieson, will your friend Master Garner be here soon?”
    That had been the plan. For Trey to join them for dinner.
    “I told him I’d call.”
    She stroked her hand over her bare breast. “How soon do you think he can arrive?”
    “Oh, I think he could get here pretty fast.”
    He slipped free of her lovely hot body, then grabbed the phone hanging from the wall. As he watched her rearrange her maid outfit, tucking her lovely breasts away under the white fabric, he wondered if he actually wanted to share her.
    Even with Trey.

    Trey hesitated outside Jake’s front door. Jake had called him saying to come over right away because he had a surprise for him. Trey had only been to Jake’s house a few times. The distance between him and Jake saddened Trey, but he understood that Jake needed that distance. Their romantic relationship hadn’t had a distinct end, since they’d continued to meet up—and play—with Angela and Nikki once a year. Trey always had the feeling Jake hoped they would eventually get back together again. Even after all these years . . . Maybe maintaining such a casual physical relationship wasn’t such a great idea . . . but Trey sure didn’t want to give that up. And he was sure Jake didn’t either.
    Jake had told him Danielle intended to come over this weekend and had invited him over for dinner this evening . . . later this evening . . . but it seemed Danielle had arrived earlier than Jake had expected. The odd thing was Jake had asked Trey to call a few minutes before he arrived, and then just to let himself in.
    They were probably having sex and wanted a warning before Trey got there—which for some reason made Trey a little jealous—but why tell him to let himself in?
    He wrapped his hand around the doorknob. Should he knock before he entered? Damn, he was just overthinking things. He pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Eight
    “I’m here . . .”
    Trey’s voice trailed off as he saw Danielle, dressed in a skimpy, and very sexy, maid’s outfit, with her hands above her head. He quickly closed the door behind him and locked it.
    “I . . . uh . . .”
    Suddenly, he realized that her hands were above her head because they were tied together with a rope which was then twined through the rising banister behind her, holding them high above her head. As his gaze glided down her sexily clad form, taking in her voluptuous breasts spilling from the low neckline, her slim waistline, then her legs skewed wide, his cock hardened.
    Oh man, she was sitting and . . . two male legs jutted out from between her thighs, and he realized she was sitting on Jake’s lap, her feet curled around the dark cherrywood legs of one of Jake’s stylishly elegant dining room chairs beneath them.
    “Trey, I’m glad you’re here.” Jake peered out from behind Danielle’s head. “My maid, Dani, here has been very bad, and I wanted you to help me punish her.”
    “Punish her?” Trey stepped closer, his groin tightening painfully. “Okay.”
    He wanted to say more . . . to ask about her misdeed . . . but he couldn’t stop staring