by Vi Keeland
He reached for the door handle, but before he opened it I said, “When exactly is next time?”
Damnit. There was a note of desperation in my question that I hadn’t intended to be there.
He looked up as though he were trying to find the answer. “I think I’ll let it be a surprise.”
Chapter Six
“That sure took a long time,” Kevin said as I walked into the office.
“Sorry.”
I tried not to make eye contact with him, even though I knew it would only make it seem even more like I was hiding something.
“Well?” he said. “What happened?”
“With what?”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Why?”
He squinted a little and looked at me sideways. “You don’t look okay. You look…different. Is something wrong?”
I’d heard of “just-fucked hair” before but was there such a thing as “just-finger-fucked hair”? Was that what he was referring to? Or maybe I was just so nervous about being found out that it showed on my face. Either way, I didn’t want him to elaborate.
“Everything’s fine, Kevin. I got the contract.” I reached into my bag to get the envelope. “And then after I left, I needed to stop somewhere and take care of something.”
He looked like he didn’t believe me.
I lowered my voice and added, “Personal stuff.” I made a kind of embarrassed looking face for effect, and it appeared as though he bought the story.
“Ah, sorry,” he said.
I shook my head. “No worries.” I handed the envelope to Kevin.
He opened it, took out the contract and quickly scanned it. “Do you have any idea what these papers mean? This is huge for me.” He looked at it again with extreme pride on his face.
“I’m so happy for you.”
He looked up from the papers. “Happy for us. You’re part of the team here. I couldn’t have done this without your help.”
It saddened me to hear that. For one thing, it was a humble thing for him to say, and that wasn’t something you came across very often in Hollywood. And secondly, while I knew it was true that I’d done a lot to help him land the role for Jacqueline, I’d also done a lot to put Kevin’s business in jeopardy.
All it would take is one rumor about Kevin using young assistants to persuade studio execs in a less than ethical manner.
I couldn’t have been happier that it was Friday and I had two full days to be away from Kevin and the office.
All I could think about for the rest of the day was when I’d see Max again. He said he’d let it be a surprise, and when I was leaving his office I thought it sounded exciting. But by the end of the workday it was just nerve-wracking.
I had plans that night to go to a club with Krystal and two of her friends I’d recently met. Maybe that would serve as a good distraction from all things Max.
“This dress makes me look like a whore, doesn’t it?”
I was in my bathroom putting on makeup when Krystal walked in and asked the question. I remembered her asking me that when we were in Vegas. I looked at her in the mirror. She had on a tight, peach-colored strapless dress that went all the way down to her feet. It was gorgeous on her, but I wondered what would happen if she accidentally stepped on the hem. There was no way her boobs wouldn’t pop out if that happened.
“Why do you keep asking me if you look like a whore?”
She turned to the side and looked at her profile in the mirror. “I don’t know. I just don’t want to look like a cheap skank.”
“You look great. Just one thing, though…” I told her about the hem and she said she’d already thought of that, and if it happened, maybe it would be the highlight of the night.
“That would be an understatement,” I said.
I finished getting ready, all the while debating whether or not to tell her about what had happened in Max’s office earlier in the day. Frankly, I was amazed by my restraint.
Krystal gave directions as I drove us to her favorite club, a place called Drais located atop the W Hotel on Hollywood Boulevard. Having been to Las Vegas, I was somewhat ready for the action—the lights, music, well-dressed and good-looking people—but this was a step up. These were Hollywood’s hottest hanging out in a place that was a restaurant, pool, and nightclub. Inside, the music was loud, lighting showcased the red, black, purple, and green walls. Big comfortable chairs and couches were everywhere. People were dancing beneath oversized floor lamps, complete with shades. Even more people were out by the pool.
It was a gorgeous night. From the vantage point of the rooftop of the W Hotel, I had a completely new perspective on LA. At least I did in a visual sense.
We found two of Krystal’s friends who she’d been meaning to introduce to me—Julia and Rachel. They were also aspiring actresses, and within ten minutes of being introduced to them I heard them talk more about auditions and agents than Krystal had in the month I’d been living with her. Odd.
When they got around to talking about the famous people they had seen here before, Max’s name came up.
“Speak of the devil,” Julia said.
We all looked in the direction she nodded toward.
Holy shit. There he was. Over by the outdoor bar area. He was speaking to two men I didn’t recognize, and then we made eye contact. A slow grin appeared on his face and he mouthed the word: “Surprise.”
And surprised I was. Actually, that’s not even the word for it. There might not be a good one to describe what I felt—my breath hitched in my throat, my knees got weak, and I felt a tingling sensation all over my skin that left my nipples hard and a faint ache between my legs.
“I’ve heard stories about that guy,” Julia said.
Krystal looked at me with a worried expression. I was glad I hadn’t told her what had happened in Max’s office earlier that afternoon.
Rachel sipped her margarita. “Do tell.”
Yes, please do tell, I thought. Maybe I needed to know more about Max before I let him give me the surprise he’d promised earlier.
“Total womanizer,” Julia said.
Krystal looked at me, then at Julia. “Have you been on the receiving end of it?”
Julia said, “No, but I’ve heard things. Lots of things.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“Just that he’s fucked a lot of actresses.”
Krystal laughed. “Oh, the horror. Hey, it’s Hollywood. He’s hot and single. No laws against him doing what he wants.”
Julia turned to Krystal. “Don’t tell me you—”
“Nope.” Krystal shook her head. “I’ve only seen him in person one time, actually.” She looked at me.
“You?” Julia said, giving me a look up and down, like I was someone Max wouldn’t look twice at. At least that’s how I took it.
I didn’t bother to answer her. I just smiled. I knew what was about to happen, and I decided to let that speak for itself.
Rachel swirled her drink. “He could do whatever he wants with me. Look at that body. Damn.” She was biting her lower lip.
“Oh, holy shit.” Julia’s eyes got huge. “Is he… Yep. He’s coming over here.”
“Come to mama,” Rachel purred.
But he didn’t go to Rachel. He came up to me.
“Hello, Olivia.” He kissed my cheek.
I whispered, “What are you doing here?”
His mouth was still near my ear. “Surprise…”
Rachel and Julia looked at me, shock registering on their faces. They looked at Krystal, who shrugged, with a grin on her face.
Max put his hand on the small of my back. “Everyone having a good time so far?”
Krystal and the girls said they were.
I didn’t bother introducing him to Rachel and Julia. Their disdain for me was obvious in the way they looked at me, but I didn’t care.
Max looked at me, then at the girls. “I hope you ladies don’t mind, but I need to steal Olivia away for
a little while.”
All three shook their heads.
When we got a few feet away, Max asked me who drove.
“I did. Why?”
“You should give your car key to Krystal.”
“Why?”
“So she can get home.”
I laughed nervously. “I know what you meant, but…where are we going?”
He kissed me lightly on the lips. “It’s a surprise, remember?”
I got my car key out of my bag and walked the few steps back to Krystal and handed her the key.
“You’re leaving?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Julia and Rachel both looked at me with their mouths open.
“He said he has a surprise for me,” I said. “I’ll see you later. Or tomorrow. Or…whenever.”
I turned on my heel and walked away, feeling like I’d just won the championship round of the catty girl playoffs.
Chapter Seven
Thirty minutes later, we were in Malibu, turning into the driveway of a huge house. Palm trees dotted the lawn, and the house was illuminated by lights shining up from the ground.
Max pulled into the garage, turned off the car and said, “I can’t wait to get you into my house.” He got out and came around to open my door for me. When I stood, he took me in his arms and kissed me ferociously.
“I can’t wait to see your house. It looks beautiful.”
“That’s not why I want you inside.” He took my hand and led me inside.
We entered through a door in the garage, and it led right into an expansive living room. It was dark—everything from the walls to the floor to the furniture, shades of rich browns and reds, with small pools of light from lamps around the room. His office was bright and modern looking, but his home was all warm tones, very masculine.
Just like him. And just like the possessive way he kissed me again when we were barely inside the house.
My purse dropped to the floor. Max slid the zipper down the back of my dress and it fell to my ankles. I stepped out of it, finding myself standing there in my bra, panties, and heels.
“You have a way of getting me naked, Max.”
“I love when you’re exposed to me.”
His lips sealed around mine, his tongue hungrily exploring my mouth.
I managed to pull away a little. “Don’t I get to see you?”
He moaned from deep in his chest. “I want you to see me. Undress me.”
His hands fell to his sides and he stood before me, waiting.
Holy shit. I was about to undress Max Dalton and see his gorgeous self in the nude.
I untucked his shirt and slid it up his body, my hands underneath, feeling the muscles in his stomach and chest. I unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it over his shoulders and it joined my clothes on the floor.
He was in just as good a shape as I’d imagined. His chest was broad, covered by a thin field of fine hair. I put my hands on his pecks and felt how taut they were.
When I looked up at Max’s face, I saw his eyes smoldering with intensity. I kept eye contact with him as I lowered my hands down his stomach and found his belt. Hearing the metal-on-metal clink as I unfastened the buckle was like a chiming alert: You’re about to touch his cock…
And that’s what I did. My hand slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers and before I knew it my fingers were touching the base of his erection. I moved my hand to wrap it around his girth, and felt how thick he was.
Max’s hands came up to the sides of my face, and he pulled me to his mouth. A searing hot kiss followed as my hand explored his length. The skin was velvety soft, sheathing the hardest and biggest cock I’d ever felt. A rush of excitement burst through me as I thought about how I was the object of his driving desire.
“God, Olivia, your touch is so perfect.”
He kissed me again as he unhooked my bra. My breasts felt heavy and he took each of them in his hands, cupping them, rubbing my nipples with his thumbs.
I kissed his neck and down his chest and stomach, lowering myself to my knees. I unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. My first look at his cock. It was long and thick, sticking straight out and twitching with eagerness. It seemed like I looked at it for several minutes, but I know it was only seconds. Just as I was about to take him into my mouth he touched my shoulder and urged me to stand.
Max wrapped his hands around my waist. “I want you on the couch.” He lifted me with ease and took the few steps toward the couch, setting me down on my back.
“I’ve wanted to taste you all day,” he said, kissing down my neck, my chest, stopping at each nipple and tracing rings around them with his tongue. They hardened into tight peaks under his movements.
Max was kneeling on the floor as I lay sort of sidelong on the couch. He pulled my underwear down my legs swiftly, almost yanking them, and at that moment I wouldn’t have cared if he’d torn them off of me.
He raised my legs with one of his large, strong hands holding my ankles together, and removed my heels.
He licked the backs of each calf, then down behind my knees, where it almost tickled a little, but this was too hot an experience for tickling. Down my thighs, kissing, sucking…staying there, sucking…
Was he giving me a hickey on the back of my thigh? Marking me? Whoa.
When he parted my legs, he guided one to drape over his shoulder. He pushed the other out, far, spreading me wide open just as he’d done on the couch in his office.
“I love it when you’re so open for me,” he said, echoing my thoughts.
“Max…” My voice trailed off. I couldn’t get any words out. I’m not even sure what I would have said, anyway.
He kissed the inside of each thigh, lingering a little on the second one, opening his mouth and letting his teeth drag along my skin. Then buried his face between my legs, his tongue fluttering along my wet flesh.
Max used his fingers to part me, exposing my overly excited clit to him. When his tongue made first contact with it, I wanted to stay like that for a while, maybe hours, maybe days…I just didn’t want him to stop.
My hips rolled along with his touch—his tongue making circular movements around my clit, my body making movements in the opposite direction, creating a friction like none other I’d ever felt. My body was begging for it and Max was giving me all I could handle.
I was insanely turned on by the noises he made—moaning and almost growling in his own pleasure, pleasure he was deriving from pleasing me.
“Max, I’m so close…”
I felt his hot breath on me as he spoke between licks. “Come for me. Come in my mouth.”
“Don’t stop.”
I writhed along with his tongue strokes, the orgasm jolting through me. My stomach muscles flexed, relaxed, repeated, and my body shook as I threw my head back into the pillow and cried out his name.
He moaned, adding a vibration to the licking, and the orgasm intensified as it rocked through every inch of my body.
As the orgasm was subsiding, Max stayed where he was, kissing my inner thighs. After a moment, he moved up over me, his mouth immediately going to mine. I felt the hunger in his kiss—deep, passionate, wanting, needing.
He knelt between my legs and ripped open the foil packet holding the condom. I watched as he rolled it down his magnificent length. I could hear my heart beating in my ears. I wanted more. I needed more.
My head rolled to one side when he put his hand beside it on the couch. The weight of him and the forcefulness with which he moved causing the cushion to give way. My arms were just over my head. Max grabbed them both with one hand, holding my wrists together like he’d done with my ankles, pinning me in place on the couch.
I watched his face. His lips pressed together, his nostrils flared, and his eyes were staring hard at me with lust. I was underneath a man who was intent on having me, owning me sexually, driving toward his own release.
“Ready, Olivia?”
I nodded.
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br /> “Good, because I was going to fuck you either way.”
I felt the head of his cock notch between my folds. He pushed a little and I took the first inch or so.
“You’re so tight.”
“Uh huh…” The pitch of my voice was high again. Max had a way of making me sound unlike my usual self.
He pushed in all the way in one hard thrust, sending my head back into the pillow as my back and neck arched, taking all of him in. I felt his balls against me.
I gasped. Max was so hard, so big, so deep, I wasn’t sure I could take any more without coming fast.
His mouth went to my neck and I felt his lips suck on my skin, then his tongue lapping at me as he said my name again and pulled back—almost all the way out, then drove back inside me with a long stroke.
I’d never been controlled like this during sex before, never had a man hold my wrists and possess me like this. I’d never even thought about it. There might have been an uncomfortable, even scary, aspect to it, but Max did it with great skill. Totally in control, and totally focused on our pleasure.
His hips rocked back and forth, then in an almost circular motion, as his cock filled me and touched every part of my swollen core.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled.
He lowered his head to my chest and took a nipple into his mouth. He sucked it in softly, but then pressed his lips together, teasing and pulling my nipple to its full hardness. Max looked at it, licked it, and then gave the same attention to the other one.
He let my hands go and he placed his hands on either side of me. I reached up and felt his upper arms flex. They held his weight as he fucked me harder. Max was almost fierce in his thrusts. His breathing was getting deeper and shorter.
He was stroking pleasure into me as he stroked himself to his own pleasure. I wanted him to get off on it and have the best orgasm he’d ever had.
He kissed me again, taking my tongue into his mouth and then sucking on it. The intensity of his fucking increased and I started making little noises into his mouth, which only made him move his hips with more force.
