Page 14 of Her Fire Master (Master Me #5)

I welcome the sting, the echo of flesh striking flesh that fills my small apartment. It’s all I can do not to moan.

He slaps me again and again, gradually picking up speed and increasing intensity until I’m tucking my tail and dancing my hips away from his hand.

“Turn around, Lia.” His voice is rough, lips right beside my ear.

I turn and he rolls a condom onto his length.

He slides an arm behind my hips and lifts me. “Legs around my waist.”

I love obeying him. In this scenario, anyway.

He lines his cock up with my entrance and eases in. One, two, three thrusts and he appears impatient with his inability to thrust hard. He carries me to the couch and lowers me, pulling out. He turns me around and bends me over the arm of the sofa, spanking me several times again before pushing in.

This time I don’t hold back the moan. He gets so deep, the head of his cock rubbing my G-spot.

“Yes!” I cry out. He grips my hips and plows into me, his loins slapping my ass with each in-stroke, filling the room with the happy sound.

My pussy’s embarrassingly sopping—wetter than I knew was possible. “Please!” I beg, not sure what I’m begging for.

“You need to come, baby?” His ragged voice seems both far away and inside my body.

“Yes! Please!”

He drags my hips back to meet his thrust and uses the moment to reach around the front. One rub of my clit and I come like a nuclear explosion—my consciousness shattering out to nothingness, my body knowing only pleasure, pleasure, pleasure.

Relief.

Joy.

Pleasure.

I forget who I am. Where we are. All the troubles of the day. I just am .

When I return to my body, I realize Blaze is stroking my back, his hips still pressed against my ass, his spent cock starting to slip out.

“I shouldn’t be your boss, angel.” Blaze sounds defeated. I don’t move. He keeps smoothing his palm in long strokes up my back. “It’s not fair to you. I’m going to lose my shit every time I think you’re in danger.”

I still don’t move, don’t speak. He’s finally giving me something—even though it’s just a breadcrumb—about how he feels about me.

What I am to him. I notice he didn’t say, “we shouldn’t be doing this,” which would be a more logical conclusion.

But he’s admitting he cares about me. And he’s using the future tense—like we’re going to keep being an item.

He pulls out and disposes of the condom, and I pick myself up from my prone position, reaching for my t-shirt.

He grabs it out of my hands as I start to pull it on. “I didn’t say you could get dressed.”

A smile tugs my lips despite the heaviness of the previous conversation. He winds the fabric around my back and uses it to tug me against him, his iron biceps caging me in. “Are you still mad at me?”

I shake my head. “I never was.”

He arches a brow. “Yeah, you always slam the door in my face.”

My lips twitch again. “Okay, I was a little peeved. But mostly I was just embarrassed and feeling awkward. I didn’t want to look you in the face.” My eyes slide away again now, as the sensation returns.

He cradles my head, his thumbs light on my cheeks. “Sparks, look at me.” I lift my eyes to his. “I’m so sorry I came down on you in front of everyone. I lost my head and acted like a bully. I hope to hell I didn’t scare you.”

“I’m not afraid of you.” It’s true. Yeah, he was mad. He’s huge and he backed me against the fire truck and banged his fist against the metal by my head, but I knew he’d never hurt me. Fear never entered the picture. I was just sorry I pissed him off.

Really sorry.

His brows dip. “I dragged you into the deep end with me real fast. We shouldn’t even be hanging out together and here we are in this insanely hot and probably more than a little twisted relationship.”

“Yeah.” The word comes out breathy. “Well, I’m not quitting.” I lift my chin in challenge.

Amusement dances in his eyes. “No surprise there, Sparks. Truth is? I don’t want you gone. Maybe I should look into a transfer.”

Shock makes my lips part. He would transfer away from his station for me? I don’t want him to, but pleasure blooms as I realize he’s that serious about me.

“I don’t want you gone, either,” I say quickly. “And you being boss kinda works for us, don’t you think? Considering?”

His lips quirk, but then drop again. “Yeah, but look what happened today.”

I consider the situation, trying to figure out what would’ve worked better. “So next time you want to reprimand me, you’ll have to wait until we’re in private.”

Blaze opens and closes his mouth and then his eyes go dark. He attacks my lips in one of his signature blinding, searing kisses. “You’re unbelievable, Lia Burke.”

“Yeah?” I’m breathless and hot, my nipples tightening against his bare chest.

“Yeah.” He stamps his lips over mine again, hands coasting down to cup my ass. “And you’re all mine, aren’t you?”

“Mmm hmm.”

He bites my neck. “Say it.”

I’m wet again. I lift onto my toes to rub my nipples over his hairy chest.

“Say it.”

“I’m yours, Blaze.”

Another nip. “ Again. ”

“I’m yours.”

“Damn straight,” he murmurs, nipping and nuzzling my face, gentling. “You have plans tomorrow?”

I shake my head.

“Good,” he says. “I want to spoil you.” And with that, he picks me up and carries me to the bedroom, already ready for round two.