“I’ll just pop in and shower and meet you two up at the lodge,” a woman’s voice called from outside the entrance to the changing room.
Panic clutched at Madeline’s throat. She gave Walker a wild glance. It was Kitty Margrave, Hal’s friendly, middle-aged wife.
“Move. Do something,” she whispered.
Her eyes went wide in shock. He did something, all right. He started to fuck her with long, thorough strokes, holding her stare the whole time.
“Walker,” she mouthed helplessly. The thrusts of his cock in her pussy had sent her to shivering again with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She rested the back of her head against the wall and surrendered.
Anything else was impossible.
“Didn’t you leave your clothes up at the lodge?” Hal’s voice resounded in the distance. Madeline’s heart seemed to want to explode out of her chest, but she just stared into Walker’s blazing eyes as he fucked her, faster now, hunting down his own bliss.
“Oh, you’re right, I did,” Kitty said sheepishly.
“Maddie must have run up to the lodge for a book or something. I told her to bring one, but she said she wouldn’t get bored,” Tony said, the sound of his voice growing more distant as the three of them made their way through the sprawling lawn.
Walker saw the finish line, Madeline could tell. Not just from the feeling of his cock swelling huge inside her, but from the fact that he no longer tried to mute the sound of their flesh slapping together as he fucked her. She whimpered when he slammed into her one last time, his face contorted in an agony of pleasure.
He’d grown so erect, so swollen with need that it hurt a little to harbor him so deep while he exploded. She broke the skin on her lower lip with her own teeth when she heard his guttural, wild groan as he emptied himself inside her. She grasped his back with her handcuffed hands, absorbing his shudders, greedy to experience his surrender.
But it hadn’t been him who had surrendered in those tension-filled moments, Madeline admitted as he panted, his head lowered next to hers, his forehead against the wall. It had been she who had sacrificed her pride by allowing a man she hadn’t seen in eleven years—a man who had once rejected her—inside her mind . . . inside her flesh.
He lifted his head slowly. His short, wavy hair shone like dark, burnished gold in the shadowed room. He stared at her mouth. His face lowered over her.
“No,” she whispered harshly. He’d been about to kiss her. Madeline couldn’t take that.
“Your mouth is bleeding,” he said quietly, his lips just an inch away from her own.
She slicked her tongue along her lip. “I bit it.”
“I know,” he murmured.
“Let me down, Walker.” She hated that her voice shook.
He didn’t move. Madeline felt his gaze on her, but she kept her eyes lowered.
“I came back for you, Madeline.”
She did look him full in the face then.
“You fucking liar,” she said incredulously. It was bad enough that he’d hauled her into this changing room, handcuffed her to a shower and screwed her until she didn’t know her own name. Now he was telling her ridiculous lies. Those six words he’d uttered felt like the equivalent of a slap. Tears sprung to her eyes.
“Let me down. I need to shower. You came inside me!” Panic swelled in her breast. She cried out when he did precisely what she’d said, lifting her off his cock. He set her on her feet. Her teeth clenched in rising anger when she realized she was still attached to him with her arms looped around his neck.
“Hold on,” he said sternly when she struggled against him like a wild animal that had just realized it was trapped. She held the spasm of emotion that wanted to leap out of her chest down with effort as he helped her unhook her arms from his head. He bent and pulled some keys out of his jeans. As soon as he’d unlocked the cuffs and her wrists were free, she staggered away from him. He caught her with a hand on her elbow.
“Leave me alone,” she bit out, made even more angry at the realization that she was about to cry. Why had she just allowed that to happen? Now he held even more power over her, and he knew it. “Just get out of here. Now.”
She didn’t turn around as she hurried into the room that contained a steam sauna and shelves filled with towels. He’d gone by the time she returned.
He’d done what she’d asked, for once.
Unfortunately, given what Tony had hired him for, Walker Gray wouldn’t have gone far.
Two
Walker glanced up from his computer screen when he heard the beep of a card being swept through the security entrance into Tony Hallas’s large den.