Thigh High by Amarinda Jones Page B

sure as she moved from his body he could feel how wet her pussy was. She wanted to leave him with the knowledge of the tight heat he could have been sliding up into. “That’s room service. I ordered cheesecake.” She had rung ahead to make sure there would be a distraction in the proceedings. Joe look stunned. He was meant to. Maz slipped off the bed making sure to flash just enough of her bare ass to make him feel hotter and needier.
    “But what about me?”
    Maz stopped and considered him for a moment. He really was a lovely man and if circumstances had been different she would have jumped back into bed with him.
    “Hmmm, cheesecake or cock? Which one would satisfy this overwhelming hunger I have?” The knock sounded on the door again. “Actually neither. As for your little problem there, it’s a damn shame Cheryl is still not in town as I’m sure she’d help you out.”
    Joe‘s eyes narrowed in acknowledgement of her words. “So you found out about Cheryl.” It was not a question.
    “That you screwed her after making me feel guilty? Oh yeah. I never forgot.” Maz snatched up her car keys and opened the door and took the plate of cheesecake from the startled room service attendant. She was dressed in only a black slip and no shoes but Maz didn’t care and she wasn’t about to stop and deal with Joe any longer than she had to. She had done what she’d planned. He had made her feel stupid all those years ago and now it was her turn.
    “Welcome home, Joe.” Maz walked out the door.
    —
    Fourteen years ago.
     
    Maz Adler felt like her body had turned to stone. She couldn’t move. Her feet were fixed to the spot. She couldn’t speak as she watched the man she loved, his hard, lean body highlighted in the moonlight as he moved with a masculine grace that made her hold her breath. The woman beneath him moaned and clutched his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust.
    This was sex at a raw, basic level and for one moment Maz wondered if this was how she looked with Joe. It was abandoned and wanton and the smell of sex overpowered the frangipani tree the two lovers lay under.
    Joe’s taut butt, rising and falling as his cock plunged in and out of the woman, had Maz mesmerized. It was the last thing Maz expected to see. Two naked people in a special place where she and Joe had made love. It was just so wrong yet Maz couldn’t move. Her Joe was fucking another woman and she wanted to scream at him to stop but the power of speech had also left her.
    But then, was he “her Joe”? Her mind spun back to three days ago when she had been the woman in his arms and everything had been right in her world.
    “We will be together forever,” he had whispered against her lips as his cock had sunk deep into the wet core of her body.
    “I love you, Joe.” To love another man as she did this one would have been impossible. Some things a woman just knew. This man was always meant to be hers.
    “There is no other woman for me but you, Maz.”
    Clearly bloody not . Of course Maz knew the other woman he held in his arms. She had wanted Joe for a long time and now she had him—on her, in her. That he had taken what she offered so quickly after their argument stung Maz to the core. Maybe she had needed to see this to realize it was really over. Did he ever really love me ? But then, that argument had answered that question and Maz knew she was pretty stupid to have come searching for Joe after that.
    “Come with me to Sydney.” Joe’s eyes had been bright with dreams and the promise of adventure. He had been twenty-one and everything had seemed doable to him.
    Maz, at twenty, had been content with her life. “My home is here in Amberwarra Falls.” It was the town she grew up in, the town she loved. Maz had never planned to leave. That Joe would, had never occurred to her.
    He had taken her hands in his. “I need more.”
    “Aren’t I enough?” Maz had meant it to sound like a