Page 60 of Malibu Heat


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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

ASHORT DISTANCE AWAY, Stella was anxiously wandering around her house. John had called and said he was on his way home. It was early afternoon. He never returned in the middle of the day. She’d immediately thought he’d been having her watched and had found out about her visits to Matt, or knew about Tony.

She’d called her father just to hear his voice. He’d been loving and kind, and asked endless questions about her life in Malibu. She’d longed to tell him about her torturous night and the state of her marriage, but he would have flown in on his private jet carrying his shotgun, and accompanied by two burly bodyguards.

He’d also plead with her to return with him to Texas.

She’d be leaving John, that was a given, but she didn’t want to leave Malibu. She loved living there.

And there was Matt.

She’d spent the morning with him.

Two whole glorious hours.

He had nibbled her toes, given her an amazing foot massage, and followed every instruction she’d given him. She’d become so aroused she’d ordered him to lick her clit until she climaxed.

He had earnestly obliged.

When she’d recovered from the powerful release, she’d allowed him to kneel in front of her and masturbate. It had taken all of sixty-seconds before he’d exploded over her feet.

He’d insisted she take $5,000.

She’d refused.

He’d begged.

Still she said no.

When she left empty-handed, she was happy, then Tony had stopped by and handed her an envelope containing a wad of cash.

“It’s part of his fetish,” Tony said solemnly. “He needs to pay you. Figure out a way to deal with it.”

Sighing, she’d taken the money and stashed it deep inside a pair of cowboy boots. But the money issue aside, her fondness for Matt was growing. She was finding him to be a gentle, kind soul, and when she was with him, she felt as if she mattered. Really mattered. She also sensed he didn’t quite believe he was worthy of his overnight success.

She now had a completely different view of him.

Matt the man was nothing like Matt Montgomery the superstar.

The sound of John’s Porsche broke into her reverie.

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