He plunged his fingers into her wetness, ruthlessly taking pleasure in her whimpers and moans. He kissed her when she wasn’t sure she could breathe, when she was just about to plead for more.
And when she was almost mindless with need, he surged into her, filling her to the hilt with his thickness, rocking hard into her even as she shifted her hips to take him again, and again … and again… .
He groaned and cupped the back of her head with one hand. For an eternity, she couldn’t look away from him, couldn’t deny the truth. At that moment, she could feel the complete synchronicity of his skin sliding over hers, into hers, making them whole. She closed her eyes just as he kissed her and whispered on her face, “I love you, Shauna.”
She reeled in stunned surprise, her body already teetering on the edge of release.
“I love you,” he repeated gruffly, straining into her.
Shauna gasped, unable to hold back anymore and fell into that mindless realm of pleasure, where for a few seconds, the world was perfect within his arms. Her inner thighs tensed, riding the echo of the spasms that continued to tremble deep inside her womb, gripping around him.
Max also tensed and exhaled sharply, ejaculating hotly inside her.
She clung to him, wishing that time would stand still and that they could stay that way forever.
“Shh. Babe, it’s okay,” he said softly, and she realized the tears she’d kept at bay were now streaming down her cheeks without a sound. “Don’t, babe, please,” he murmured, thumbing the tears from her cheeks. “God, I’m sorry … I’m sorry. Shh.”
“Why did you have to go and say that?” she sniffed, resting her forehead on his chest.
He kept stroking her cheek with his thumb, his chuckle sounded half-pained. His penis twitched inside her. “Because it’s true. I love you.”
She looked up then, her heart aching with love for him. There was no room for anything else. A tiny part of her still wanted to defend her father. “I should hate you.”
“But you don’t, do you?”
When his gaze searched her face, she didn’t bother hiding her roiling emotions. The final resentment she’d held on to thawed inside her, and she realized that in his own corrupt way, her father had loved her. Max just happened to be the one to put an end to the downward spiral of bad business decisions … and if it hadn’t been Max, it would’ve been someone else.
“My head knows you’re not to blame for my father’s choices,” she said honestly, “but my heart hurt like hell when I found out. I knew better than to mention your name around him, but I had no idea the two of you were still carrying on the battles behind my back.”
Max tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry I hurt you. It’s ironic, seeing as how both of us loved you.”
She kissed his open palm beside her cheek, breathing deeply for the first time in ages. “I forgive you.”
He held her close, and she hugged him back, focusing on where his heart beat next to hers.
After a while, Max reluctantly disengaged himself from her, and she covered up, sagging against the wall. Max immediately stripped off the rest of his clothes, then lifted her up, carting her to the futon while she clutched the robe to keep it from slipping.
“Max!”
In a few steps, he placed her on the futon then crowded over her before she could scramble off. “One way or another, I’m going to make you tell me how you feel about me, Shauna?”
She fake huffed. “For starters, you make me crazy!”
“Yeah, but?”
His damned grin was irresistible. “But you also make me laugh … and cry … and even go through some sleepless nights. I feel connected to you in a way I’ve never felt with anyone else.”
“Obviously, you’re in love with me,” he concluded.
“Obviously.”
The tension in his muscles relaxed infinitesimally, just enough that he sagged a little on her, and she suddenly realized that he’d bluffed, gambling with his heart.
“Max,” she said softly, touching his face, “Of course I love you. I’ve been hopelessly in love with you since you left roses on my windowsill—”
Max kissed her as if he intended to gobble her up whole, putting all his pent-up feelings into the contact. When he finally broke for air, she was dizzy and breathless.
A vulnerable intensity darkened the hues in his eyes. “Please don’t say the words if you don’t mean them.”
“I didn’t,” she said.
He smiled, a twist of his lips that was filled with wonder. “Say it again.”
“Max, I love you, love you, love you.”
“Again.” He kissed her chin, his eyes beautiful with sentiment. “I’ll never get tired of hearing it, babe.”
She cupped his head in her hands and whispered her love, feeling the warmth of his breath by her ear as he whispered them back.
Ice Princess
Joy King
1
All you heard was the clicking of Madison’s four-inch leopard print Christian Louboutin heels as she made her way down the hall to meet with Richard Steinberg, head of Icon Media. Madison really wasn’t into white men, but she gave Richard a pass. Not only was he packing enough to compete with any brother, but he also had the connections necessary for her to go far in this business. After closing the deal at his hotel suite in the reverse cowgirl position, Madison was on her way to sign the dotted line. Her company, M&M, would be doing the public relations for Icon’s next three films. Although Madison was one of the most sought-after publicists on the East Coast, she had even bigger aspirations. Securing a lucrative account like this one with Icon Media was exactly the kind of transaction that would soon have her pitching in the big leagues. If she put it on Richard a few more times, he would definitely play a major role in taking her there.
“Good afternoon, everyone,” Madison said as she entered the boardroom at Icon Media.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Monroe,” the studio executives said in unison as Madison took a seat at the foot of the table on the opposite end of Richard. Madison locked eyes with him and licked her lips in a seductive manner when no one else was looking. She laughed to herself as he blushed and began squirming in his seat.
“Let’s get this meeting started,” Richard said, trying to gain some composure, hoping no one could tell he was partially aroused. As Richard went over the details of the contract, Madison scribbled on her notepad, not bothering to pay attention to him or to the other employees. She knew that she had Richard wrapped around her slender diamond-decorated finger, and whatever direction she wanted the project to go in, he would give her the green light. After signing the paperwork, and once all the other staff members had left the room, Madison decided to have a little fun.
“Have you missed me?” she asked, running her fingers through his sandy brown hair. Madison glided her hand down to Richard’s now rock-hard penis and slowly started to unzip his pants.
“Madison, stop. Somebody might walk in,” Richard said breathlessly.
“Well, go shut the door,” she said in a commanding voice that made him feel like a lovesick puppy. By the time Richard had locked the door and turned around, Madison was sprawled out on the boardroom table in her La Perla bra and panties with a garter belt to match. She crawled across the table toward Richard as though she were a wild tiger and he was her prey. When she reached him, she pushed down his already-unzipped pants, then his Calvin Klein boxers, and slowly licked the tip of his enormous dick. He instantly put his head back and closed his eyes as if remembering the best years of his life. With every lick, it seemed Richard’s dick grew bigger and bigger. Finally Madison figured she would take him to the stratosphere, and deep-throated him until his entire penis was resting in her moist mouth. His penis began pulsating, and Madison knew he was about to come. She wrapped her hand around his manhood and slid him out of her mouth. She pushed him on the table and slid on the condom she’d had readily available, straddled him, and began popping her hips until
he screamed her name. Madison actually had to cover his mouth with her hand. Once she reached her climax, she rode him hard so he would come quickly. She had a meeting in an hour on the other side of town, and being late wasn’t an option.
“You are incredible,” Richard gushed as she slipped her tailored Armani suit back on and applied Mac’s Lady Danger to her luscious lips. She continued to primp, ignoring Richard’s dog-in-heat praises. “I’m going to Miami this weekend for a business trip. I would love for you to join me. I have a bungalow at the Shore Club; you can relax while I’m handling business.”
“Thanks for the invitation, but I have a ton of things on my plate and waiting for you at the Shore Club isn’t one of them.”
“I didn’t mean it like that, Madison,” Richard said, worried that he’d offended his sex goddess and that she would no longer pleasure him.
“I know how you meant it, Richard, and it’s just not happening. I tell you what—call me when you get back, and we can schedule an afternoon dessert, my treat, of course.” Madison placed a light peck on Richard’s cheek, leaving him alone to lick his wounds. It amazed her how a man always seemed perplexed when a woman would love him and leave him. Men were under the misguided impression that the rules didn’t apply to both sexes. She felt it was her duty to teach them otherwise.
“Fifty-fifth and Lexington,” Madison directed the taxi driver as she leaned back against the seat. As she closed her eyes to gather her thoughts for the next meeting, Madison heard the chime of her cell phone. A smile crept across her face when she saw her best friend’s name pop on the screen. “What’s up, Kristen?” she said with enthusiasm.
“What’s up, girl? How about going out for drinks tonight?”
“Who’s going to watch the baby?”
“Kevin is on daddy duty tonight, and I need to go out and unwind. How about it?”
“That’s workable. We haven’t hung out in a minute, and I miss you. Just tell me the place and the time, and I’m there.”
“Cool, let’s hook up around eight at Hotel Gansevoort.”
“That’s your favorite spot.”
“You know it is. Ono has that fly-ass multilevel indooroutdoor Japanese bar and restaurant. I can’t get enough of that place. Fuck feeling like I’m in another state—I feel like I’m in a whole other country.”
“You just don’t get out enough,” Madison laughed. “I’m about to step into this meeting. I’ll see you tonight at eight.” Madison flipped her cell phone shut, paid the cabdriver, stepped out of the taxi, and entered the building on Lexington Avenue. She made a pit stop at the bathroom located in the lobby. Everything had to be tight before the meeting with her favorite client. She did a quick retouch and dabbed on her Mac Studio Fix C8 before making her grand entrance.
Madison stepped off the elevator, and as the doors closed behind her, Eric was there to greet her with open arms. Eric Chambers was the Senior Partner Executive Group Director of one of the top advertising agencies in New York City. They hadn’t seen each other in a month, and he was looking tanned and relaxed after his long family vacation. Everyone in his office thought they were the best of friends. Little did they know the two used to be the best of lovers until Madison gave him his walking papers. Eric was the poster boy for the perfect husband and father, and the whole time he had been carrying on a torrid affair with her. Shit came to a halt when Eric started trying to dictate who, where, and what Madison could do. Especially since he was a married man and their relationship was supposed to come with a nostrings-attached clause. The more dominating Eric became, the faster Madison put on the brakes.
“You look simply beautiful,” Eric said, cosigning on what she already knew. Although their sexual relationship was over, she still wanted him to lust after her. But Richard had satisfied her craving for the day, so it would be easy to give Eric the cold shoulder. It would only make him want her more anyway.
“Thank you. You know how much I love compliments. But look at you—your pale ass is almost as dark as me. You finally have flavor.”
“Flavor, you know what’s up. Don’t sleep on the butterscotch. I’m just as delicious as any piece of chocolate,” Eric said, with his typical cocky attitude.
“Well, you light-skinned brothers been trying to make a comeback for a minute now, and the success rate is low. You have to give it up for the dark brown molasses,” Madison said, knowing it would never happen. Eric was part of the Al B. Sure era, and he held firm that the brothers with fair skin, black curly hair, and thick eyebrows were still the preferred choice in men.
He leaned forward. “That’s funny, because you had no complaints when I was so far up inside of you that you were begging me to let you climb down off the wall,” Eric whispered, giving Madison flashbacks to their many unforgettable lovemaking sessions.
“That’s in the past, so let’s get down to business.”
“I’m always talking business, Madison. This is just the warmup,” Eric said as he gently grabbed her arm and led her down the hallway toward his office. On their way into his office, Madison asked his assistant to bring her bottled water—because after Eric whispered in her ear, she immediately felt her nipples rise and her pussy get wet. There was going to be no back-to-back fucking today, and she needed to bring her temperature down.
Madison did miss her flings with Eric, but it had gotten way too complicated. Besides him trying to boss her around like she was his paid-for mistress, she had never felt completely comfortable getting so hot and heavy with a married man. Although Madison had no desire to walk down the aisle, the thought of some woman carrying on with her husband the way that she carried on with Eric would make her pull out a bottle of whup-ass. First on her husband and then the hussy that was breaking him off, so Madison reasoned that if she didn’t want it done to her, then maybe it wasn’t something she should be doing. Casual, fun sex was one thing; being part of potentially breaking up a marriage was something else.
After finishing up their meeting, Eric was right on top of his game. “Baby, I know you’re going to meet me later on so we can play catch up. The whole time I was in St. Barts, I was dreaming about tasting my brown sugar. You have the smoothest skin I have ever touched. Every dollar you spend on your spa treatments is money well spent, I can attest to that.”
“Eric, you’re wonderful for my ego, but I have plans tonight.”
“Break them,” he said defiantly.
“Not possible. This has been in the works for months.”
“How about tomorrow?” Eric insisted, not willing to take no for an answer.
“I tell you what. I’ll give you a call tomorrow afternoon and see what we can work out.”
“Don’t talk to me like I’m some rookie nigga you just picked up at a bar. We have history, and I expect you to respect that. So don’t try to see me tomorrow, see me tomorrow.”
“I wasn’t in the mood to get into this, but obviously you’re not giving me a choice. I told you before you left for St. Bart’s that whatever we had was over. You’re a married man, and there are some lines that have to be drawn—and that’s one of them.”
“Oh, please. We were having an affair for over six months—now all of a sudden you’ve developed a conscience? Spare me the rhetoric,” Eric said, obviously annoyed with Madison’s decision.
“This is useless. You’ve never known how to take no for an answer.”
“You’re right, especially when it’s something that I want very badly.”
Madison continued to gather her belongings, getting more frustrated with Eric. “This might come as a surprise to you, but did you ever stop to think that maybe carrying on a relationship with a married man was degrading for me. I might present myself as a heartless bitch, but it hurts me just the same as any other female when I knowingly have to share a man I care about with another woman.” The minute the words left Madison’s mouth, she regretted saying every one, especially after catching a glimpse of a speechless Eric. “I’ll call you next week so we can go
over the logistics for the project. It was nice seeing you, and I’m glad you’re back,” Madison said, trying to downplay the embarrassment she felt. She marched out before Eric had an opportunity to rebut. He wasn’t worried, though, he knew she would be back. Nobody could resist Eric Chambers.
Throughout the rest of her day, Madison couldn’t get Eric off her mind. It bothered her that although she was the one who ended their relationship, she felt a deep sense of resentment and jealousy toward his other life, the one that included his wife and kids. Madison didn’t understand why she wasn’t able to share that with a man. She questioned herself, wondering if being so independent and career driven was holding her back from making a commitment with a man. Or maybe she used being focused on her career as an excuse because deep down inside she was scared of giving her heart to a man—because that meant giving someone else the power to hurt her emotionally. Whatever it was, Madison couldn’t deny that no matter how successful she was on the outside, inside she felt great despair because of the lack of love in her life.
After wrapping up her last appointment, Madison headed home before meeting Kristen for drinks. Her first order of business was kicking off the four-inch killers that were sending her feet into early retirement. She glided over to her answering machine with an extra perkiness in her walk now that she had no restraints. Madison whisked through her messages, pressing the DELETE button as Chris, Roger, Sean, Allen, Michael, and Richard left one begging plea for her affection after another until one message made her hit REWIND.
It was the Realtor Amy Duncan, who had accidentally showed her an amazing three thousand-square-foot loft on the Upper West Side. The accident was that the apartment was no longer on the market. Madison was livid, since Amy didn’t realize the oversight until she had basically written the woman a check. She wondered what the dizzy Realtor wanted, since she ditched her after the fiasco.
Madison dialed her number, tapping her fingers on the coffee table as the phone rang. After the third ring, a voice finally answered, “Hi, this is Amy.”
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