Emma glared, those delicious lips pressed into a thin line. I grabbed her chin and yanked her closer, until our faces were a hair’s breadth apart.
“Do you understand, baby?”
She opened her mouth, but hesitated before speaking. When the words came, it was the most powerful rush I’d ever felt.
“I understand... sir.”
My cock throbbed with the need to take her. I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Good.” I slammed my mouth down on hers, wrapping my arms around her to grab her ass and pull her tight against my chest.
Emma moaned, opening up to me like she had that night on the patio. She fell against me without resistance, without complaint. My heart thudded with triumph as I held her. I never wanted to let her go, never wanted to touch anything other than her soft, fragrant skin or the silky trail of her hair. I wrapped her up so tight it was like I was completely enveloping her, keeping her close to me and me alone.
The kiss started off at a scorching tempo. There was enough pent up passion between us to power the whole block, and it showed. Within moments I jammed her back against the wall, her hands tightening in the front of my shirt. I burned for her, ached for her. Each kiss only relieved a small amount of my longing while adding to my addiction even more. I grabbed her hands and held them above her head in one hand, running the other over her breasts, down her ribs, and across her hip. She groaned and nipped at my lip. I bit back, harder, showing her just how much I wanted her by grinding my hard length against her abdomen. I’d waited a long time for this. For her. Once wouldn’t be enough, but I had all night.
Like fucking hell she’d be leaving this place before morning. And I’d make sure she’d have trouble walking straight when she did, and hopefully I’d be one giant limp dick myself.
Chapter 18
Emma
Sure, I didn’t like admitting that Max was right. When is admitting that to someone ever a good time? But when I did admit it, when I did give into it, he rewarded me so generously that I think it was worth holding back. It was worth the tension.
Max kissed with fervor, with purpose. His desire burned hotter than the sun, and I was on fire. Every brush of his lips against my neck, my shoulder, the tops of my breasts, made my heart beat faster and my core clench. The wall was solid against my back, and Max was pressing me so hard into it I thought the wall would break in two. His body felt amazing pressed up against me, a veritable smorgasbord of sexy man. I could feel each ab and the swell of his pecs, even if he was holding my hands in place above my head. It was a huge turn on, one that made my pussy quiver with anticipation. If he was this much of an animal when making out, what was he like in bed?
Well, I knew a little, since he’d finger-fucked me to heaven and back on our last little rendezvous. The memory of that backseat encounter made my face flame with heat, and a little moan escaped my lips.
“I can’t wait any longer,” Max growled. He stepped back, but only far enough to dip down and toss me over his shoulder.
I’d never been carried off to bed caveman style before, and despite my initial surprise it was actually one hell of a rush.
I squealed with pleasure and he gave me a hefty pat on the behind, laughing. We were both laughing now, which felt good after having such a tense confrontation. We needed this release. And I needed him.
Max’s bedroom was, as I expected, amazing. He had a huge king size bed with creamy sheets, and it felt like he was dropping me onto a cloud. A window on the opposite wall had a sprawling view of the city, where the lights were just beginning to come on in the adjacent buildings.
Max stripped off his t-shirt as I lay there, getting my bearings, and my attention immediately darted back to him. He was glorious. His torso was taut with muscles, a faint dusting of hair heading down from his navel beneath the waistband of his jeans. I’d seen him in jeans a couple times, but had never seen him shirtless. The combination was breathtaking.
“My eyes are up here,” he joked.
I dragged my eyes up from his chest to his face. He was wearing a smirk that sent my heart flopping over in my chest.
“Shut up.”
Max grinned. “I like when you boss me around,” he said, lowering himself over me. “But don’t forget for one second who’s the boss.”
He bit my lip and continued down, pulling up the hem of my shirt and dragging it over my head. His light kisses left a trail of goosebumps down my stomach, and he blew on the wet spots and made them tingle even more. I squirmed, which earned me a chuckle from my tormentor.
“Have a little patience, baby.” Max undid my jeans and slowly pulled them down, kissing each inch of leg as it was exposed. I’d never had a guy pay so much attention to my body before, and we hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet. With Lance it was usually a little making out, maybe foreplay if he was in a good mood, and then straight to the sex. Had he ever kissed my shin? Probably not.
“You are so sexy,” Max whispered, staring down at me as he dropped his own pants to the floor. His massive erection stretched the fabric of his boxers, creating a tent big enough to shelter a grizzly bear. My mouth went dry.
“You too,” I said, swallowing.
“I’ve been wanting this since the moment I first set eyes on you,” he said, climbing back over me. “Every day at the office with you is torture.”
He rubbed himself against my sensitive mound and I moaned, biting my lip. His mouth fluttered over my neck, up my cheek, then over to my mouth where he took me again in another soul-consuming kiss. I was drunk on him, unsteady even lying down.
Max slid a hand between our bodies, slipping under the waistband of my panties and dipping between my folds to test my slickness. He hissed against my mouth with pleasure, sliding in further and rubbing my clit with his thumb, just like he’d done in the limo. This time I was treated to the feeling of his body heat burning my skin, the knowledge that soon we would both finally get what we’d been craving.
“Fuck baby, you’re so wet,” he murmured. “Do you even know how sexy you are?”
Max plunged another finger into me and I curled up toward his hand, my moan more of a cry than anything else.
“Please, Max,” I said.
“Please what?”
“Don’t keep teasing me. I need you.”
His whole demeanor changed. He rolled to the side and pulled me on top of him, unclasping my bra faster than it took for me to straddle him in the first place. My breasts swung free, nipples peaked and aching. He leaned forward and captured one in his mouth, sucking and licking it until I thought I might burst. He switched to the other one, making a delicious growl in his throat that I felt deep in my core.
Max leaned further forward still, until he had somehow rolled me back onto my back and was kneeling above me. His smile as he relieved me of my panties could only be considered mischievous, and hell did it look good on him. I felt like Christmas had come early, and this year’s present was wrapped in a tight-fitting pair of boxer shorts that left little to the imagination. He pulled them down as I watched, reaching forward to rub one hand on the top of my mound as he pulled himself free of the boxers. If it were a cartoon—a very R-rated cartoon—my eyes would have popped out of my head. I could barely keep them contained when I saw the size of his meat. It was thick, with a veiny ridge down the bottom and a swollen mushroom head.
Merry Christmas to me.
Max backed away momentarily, feeling behind him for the drawer of his nightstand. I was amazed how much he could accomplish while keeping his eyes on me the whole time. He got a condom, put it on, and was back on top of me before I’d even had a chance to realize that this was really happening. He was really on top of me, his cock was really poised at my entrance, and I was really about to fuck my boss.
And god, did it feel good.
“Ready, baby?” Max asked.
“Go slow.” I laughed. “You’re, uh, a little bigger than I’m used to.”
Max rested his hands on
either side of my head and began to slowly push inside, filling me to the point I thought he’d never get it in. Then, mercifully, my body relaxed to accommodate his girth. And from there it was clear sailing.
I felt every inch of him as he sank inside, and the look of pure bliss on his face told me he was feeling me too.
My core sizzled, and I could feel energy growing there. Each stroke brought me closer to that high, and I had no doubts about getting there. With another lover, maybe, but with Max? Not a chance. If there was one thing I knew I could rely on, it was that his lovemaking would leave me beyond satisfied.
His thrusts brought our hips flush against each other, his chest squeezing against mine. There was no space between us, and we exchanged air and the slick of our sweat. I dragged my nails down his back to pull him closer, loving the way his body overwhelmed mine. He was so much bigger than me, and a million times stronger than me, but I felt safer than I’d ever felt before in his arms.
His lips brushed my earlobe. “You feel so good. You’re so fucking tight.”
His dirty talk thrilled me, even if I didn’t feel confident enough to try out any of my own. I wished I could, though, because I knew it would drive him wild. And I’d do anything to drive Max wild.
The pressure in my core grew, coiled. I buried my face in his neck and kissed him with a fierce intensity as I started to climb a slope of pleasure, one that I knew was going to end in fireworks. My body shook as I held onto him with all my might.
“I’m close,” I whispered into his ear.
It was hardly expert dirty talk, but it achieved the effect I thought it would. Max groaned and his thrusts went deeper, harder. He sat back on his heels and lifted my legs over his shoulders, holding me by the hips as he slammed his hips into mine ruthlessly.
The sudden change was enough to send me hurtling over the edge. I cried out, and it felt like I was doing so with every cell in my body. We were all crying for him. We all needed him. He muttered something unintelligible and crashed forward again, again, again. Each thrust sent more waves of pleasure undulating through me. My hair stood on end. My body crashed against the waves. I shook.
Max stilled above me, holding his hips tight against mine and screwing his eyes shut with ecstasy. He groaned and fell over top of me a second later, chest heaving and skin sticky with sweat. He kissed my shoulder where his head rested against it, which was an unexpectedly tender gesture, but also one that was completely welcome.
I pushed at his shoulder. “I’m thirsty.”
“I should expect so,” he chuckled, biting my shoulder. “I’ll get up and get you some water.”
I frowned. “I can get my own water.”
“Sure you can,” he said, inching his mouth up my neck. “But you’re not allowed to leave this bed. Not yet.”
I’d been dreaming about Max’s scent for weeks. That warm, spicy musk that always drew me in and made me want to get as close as possible was as familiar to me as the smell of a campfire in the summer, or the earthy scent of the forest after the rain. It was a smell that I’d logged away in my memory with all the other delightful smells I experienced, and it crept out from time to time in the form of dreams.
Today, however, when I woke up with Max’s scent in my nostrils, it wasn’t a dream. It was real life.
Really real life.
His arm was heavy on my waist, holding me in place even though I never wanted to move again. We both lay on our sides, with my face tucked in to his warm chest and his resting somewhere above mine on the pillow. It was an incredibly intimate way of sleeping, as far as my experience went, and it was my new favorite thing.
The only problem was that my throat was as dry as the Sahara and there was no refreshment within reach. I knew that battling my thirst would only end up with me on the losing end, so I decided not to even try it.
It was the weekend. I could get back into bed after I was properly hydrated, and snuggle up against my boss at my leisure. And then maybe we could do something a little less innocent.
I rolled over, but as soon as I did Max’s arm tightened and he pulled me back. “Where do you think you’re going?” he murmured in a ragged, sleep-stained voice.
I giggled, “To get some water. I’m parched.”
“Why are you always so damn thirsty?”
“I don’t know, because I’m a human being? Plus. I have to pee.” I elbowed him lightly in the chest, much as I hated having to eject myself from the hold. “I’ll be right back. I promise.”
Max was still half asleep, that much I could tell. If he weren’t, he probably wouldn’t have let me go so easily. He was a bit of a control freak, always had been, and now that we were intimate I was experiencing a whole new side to him.
His arm retracted, and he sighed heavily and turned on his back. I got up and grabbed his discarded shirt from the floor, buttoning it up while I looked down at him with a smile.
His hair was ruffled, and he had more stubble than I was used to seeing. I’d never seen lazy morning Max before. I hoped I would get to see much more of him.
I padded out to the kitchen with bare feet, smiling to myself as I grabbed a glass and held it under the water dispenser in the fridge door. Apart from grabbing some furniture, there was nothing I had to do today and nowhere I had to be. I was feeling particularly inspired, and since Max and I had made up I decided that I would accept his gift after all. That meant today I could do a little drawing if I felt so inclined, which I did. It was a happy thought.
There was a metallic jangling from the front door, and I froze. Was Max expecting someone?
Before I could think to run back to his bedroom, the door swung open. In walked my literal nightmare.
Paulina shrieked, like she’d walked in on a crime scene rather than her son’s assistant wearing his shirt. The woman beside her, a pretty brunette wearing an adorable polka-dotted dress, looked between us in alarm but said nothing. I expected she had no idea what was going on, which was good since neither did I.
“Mrs. Westfield...” I started to say, unsure of how to best remedy the situation.
It wasn’t my fault she’d barged in here unannounced. It also wasn’t my fault that she was now doing her best impression of a wide mouth bass.
Heavy thumps preceded Max’s arrival into the kitchen. He wore only his pants, which meant that between the two of us there was a full outfit.
“Mother! You can’t just barge in like that!” he yelled, moving to stand between us, like I needed shielding from her gaze.
Paulina glowered at him. “I can when you’re late for breakfast! I thought something had happened to you. And then I come over to find that you were too busy to come see your poor mother for breakfast because you were...” Her expression deepened into disgust. “Fornicating with your staff!”
My face grew hot enough to roast marshmallows on. Suddenly I was happy that Max was standing between us. I didn’t think I could handle Paulina’s wrath without him.
“Yes, I forgot about breakfast,” he hissed. “But I didn’t forget that it was supposed to be just the two of us. Who the hell is this?” He gestured toward the girl, who was similarly embarrassed.
Out of everyone in the room, I didn’t expect to relate most to the girl Max’s mother had clearly been hoping to set him up with.
“Maximilian Augustus Westfield!” Paulina wailed. “How dare you talk to me like that! And how dare you embarrass this poor girl, who only came to breakfast as a favor to me. Her father is one of the biggest bankers on Wall Street, you know. She’s not the sort you want to be shunning!”
From behind, I had a great view of Max’s back muscles as they tensed with rage. He was gorgeous. I hoped I never made him this angry, but damn he looked good this way.
“I’m not dealing with this right now,” he said. “You’ve gone too far this time, Mother. I’ll call you later, but for now you should leave.”
“You can’t kick me out, because Christine and I are leaving!” she sniffed. “I am j
ust so embarrassed, I cannot believe you. You’re more like your father than I gave you credit for.”
With those cutting words hanging in the air, Paulina turned primly on her heel and stormed out of the apartment, Christine tagging along hurriedly behind her.
I remembered what Max had told me about his father, about how the only black marks on the man’s record in his mind were his infidelities, and my heart hurt. How could she say something like that to him?
Max stared at the door for a few seconds before turning to face me. His eyes were dark, troubled, and his hands were still clenched into fists at his sides.
“I’m sorry about that.” His voice was low and cold. He may have been apologizing to me, but his mind was somewhere else.
I shook my head. “No, it’s okay,” I said. “I should go though.”
“Emma...”
“No,” I said quickly. “I really have to go. I’ve got lots of stuff to do today and I’m already a bit late getting started.” I turned and disappeared down the hall to his bedroom, swiping my clothes from the floor and putting them on as quickly as possible. Max followed me into the bedroom.
“Don’t let her freak you out,” he said. “She’s always a drama queen.”
“No, it’s fine.” I finished pulling on my shirt and tugged my hair up into a high pony with the hair tie from my jeans pocket. “I just have stuff to do, Max. I can’t stay.”
I hoped that if I kept repeating that, I wouldn’t have to tell him the real reason I was leaving. The real reason I was freaking out.
He came over and stopped me, hands holding my shoulders. His eyes bore into mine and he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to my lips. The look he gave me when he pulled back was questioning, like I hadn’t reacted properly.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said.
“Sure.”
I walked out, right past the drawing supplies and the glass of water that had sealed my fate.
Last night was amazing. Hell, it was beyond amazing. But what kind of future could I have with a guy whose mother liked me as a person, but would never be okay with me as a romantic interest for her son? Paulina was going to continue trying to set him up on dates. She wouldn’t rest until she saw him paired up with some heiress who had everything going for her.
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