I had to remain focused. There was my degree and my new life to consider. Independent and self-reliant, I would live a clean life. Okay maybe not so clean where a certain male was involved. Dirty thoughts and fantasies were allowed.
Now I had a brand-new scene to add to my latest fantasy: a damsel-in-distress act which ends in my rescuing hunk fucking me senseless.
I shooshed a strand of hair away from my face. Talk about fucking steamy. And by that I didn’t mean the bathroom mirror I was wiping.
That night as I lay in bed, my fantasy degenerated into a shower scene from a seedy porno involving a well-hung man fondling and fisting his dick. Declan naturally played the lead.
Thanks to seeing him on the beach that day in those tiny swimming trunks and now him naked, wanking off, I had a persistent throbbing ache between my legs. I’d turned into a seriously horny virgin, who suddenly wanted desperately to have sex.
Close to drawing blood on my lip to quell a shriek, I imagined his big dick pounding me, and an orgasm sizzled down to my toes. For a virgin that was a stretch.
Mm… a big stretch.
Gathering my senses after being showered with a heart-pounding golden release, I felt a sense of relief mixed with frustration.
All it took was a hot, buff male and I’d gone from being frigid all my teen years, to sex starved in the span of two weeks.
But the fact that Declan had awakened my libido made for a sticky situation.
In more ways than one.
He’s my boss. One does not fuck their boss. Do they?
I needed to talk to Lucy. Hers would be the voice of reason. Or would it? She didn’t exactly think rationally where hot men and sex were involved.
Declan was my saviour. My hero. He’d risked his life for me. The simple “thanks” that plopped out of my mouth seemed pretty inadequate.
Maybe a gift? But what?
Your body, stupid. Noooo…