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by Chance Carter


  He finished licking up the drink and moved to straddle me, his hard cock heavy against my stomach as he leaned over to kiss me. His mouth was cold and sweet, and when he stuck his tongue in my mouth I sucked on it with relish. He groaned with pleasure, and I felt his cock twitch.

  I reached for him, taking him in my hand and stroking down his shaft as best as I could, given the angle. It amazed me how one feather-light touch from a girl as small as me could make this hulking beast of a man tremble. He was putty in my hands and I loved knowing that. Feeling that.

  Alright.

  Here it was.

  Time for a little dirty talk, something I’d recently been building myself up to.

  “I want your cock in my mouth,” I said huskily.

  Max stilled. “Fuck. You’re so hot.”

  I couldn’t help but smile.

  In one quick movement Max flipped us over so that I was now nestled between his legs, my face hovering over his.

  This was my way of making him forget. It wasn’t hard for me to forget because, despite being creeped out by Baldric, his appraisal hadn’t really bothered me that much. Sure, it was creepy, but I was used to dudes checking me out. It was just part of being a girl.

  But I could tell that it really bothered Max, and that made my heart soar. I didn’t want him to be irritated, of course, but it didn’t hurt to see him protective over me like that. This was my chance to reward him and calm him down.

  And I was going to enjoy every second of it.

  I slowly trailed kisses down his chest, feeling the muscles flex under my lips as I went. I barely rubbed against his cock the whole way down, making him moan and twitch.

  He had such a beautiful dick. I’d really grown to appreciate it over the past few weeks. It was thick and long, and curved just a little bit upward, which made it perfect for hitting my g-spot. I loved going down on him, even if it was a bit much to put in my mouth all at once. Still, a girl could try.

  I gripped his meat in my hand and licked the tip. It was a little salty with pre-cum, a uniquely male taste that was all him. His chest rumbled with a primal growl. I wrapped my lips around the tip and added a little suction, drawing him in further until I was halfway down the shaft. I went back to the tip and repeated this motion while I squeezed at the base, adding just the amount of pressure I knew he liked. My other hand fondled his balls, loving how cool and velvety they felt in my hands.

  “Fuck, baby. That feels so good.”

  I moaned over his shaft, and the vibration made him groan. I tried to take more of him, relaxing my throat muscles and pushing myself down as far as I could. He filled my throat, stretching it, just like he stretched my pussy.

  I began to work him in earnest at a moderate pace, bobbing up and down his shaft and sucking as hard as I could. He moaned and thrust up toward my mouth. I responded by going down further, taking him in almost to the root. My eyes watered with the effort, but my body was on fire. Pleasing him like this was so erotic, so transcendent, that I wondered if I could cum just from having him in my mouth alone. I moved a hand between my legs to try to alleviate some of the raw need, and the next time Max looked down to meet my eyes he swore.

  “I’m not going to last much longer baby,” he groaned. “Your mouth is too fucking good.”

  I chuckled and redoubled my efforts, both on him and myself. I was ready to explode, and so was he. His hips continued thrusting up toward my mouth, hands tangling in my hair as he sought his climax.

  Max grunted and exploded in my mouth. I sucked down the salty liquid until there was nothing left, then licked his shaft clean and kissed his thighs as he came back down to earth. The satisfied smile on his face was the most wonderful thing I’d ever seen. This man would be the end of me. Nobody could make me feel as good as he did, which surely meant that nobody could hurt me as much as he did.

  “Baby.” He grabbed my shoulders and hauled me up against his chest, pressing a sweet kiss to my lips. “That was incredible.”

  I grinned. “You are incredible.”

  He kissed me again, harder, sucking my lower lip between his teeth and clamping down just enough to send a sting of pleasure to my thighs. I was still throbbing with desire.

  “What am I going to do with you?” Max rolled me onto my back, wedging a knee between my thighs and making me moan at the sudden but pleasurable friction. “To start, I think I’m going to give you exactly what every good girl deserves.”

  “And what’s that?”

  He grinned, already sliding down my body. “Everything.”

  Chapter 24

  Max

  Emma smiled at me, swirling her wine around her glass. It was a look that told me there were a thousand words she wanted to say, but didn’t have the time, so she condensed them down into one, truly beautiful smile. I liked it… a lot.

  I also liked the way the setting sun cast golden light over her features, drawing out strands of burnt copper in her hair. It was unfortunate that Baldric was taking so long to make his decision, but the past couple days had been a welcome respite from the stresses of our New York lives.

  Emma was more at ease here, with both our relationship and her feelings in general. The things that had bothered her at home no longer mattered. I only hoped that when we left this place she could take this joy with her.

  “You’re staring at me.”

  I grinned, “You’re worth staring at.”

  “I bet you say that to all the girls.” Emma fluttered her eyelashes, and that simple gesture was enough to make my pants feel suddenly a little too constrictive.

  “I was just wondering what I did get such an amazing assistant,” I teased.

  Emma chuckled. “You set the bar low and held interviews.”

  “Low? Nonsense. You don’t even know your own value. I only hope that one day I can help you realize it.”

  Emma smiled down at her glass, shaking her head slightly. “Are you telling me that as my boss or my boyfriend?”

  “A little bit of both,” I said.

  “Do you like being my boss?” Emma asked.

  There was a measure of innocence in the question, like she was handing me a note asking if I liked her and my response would be a checkmark in one of two boxes. I always found her so alluring when she was like this—unaware of what she did to me, of the fires she stoked deep in my chest, and how they burned for her day and night.

  “Of course I like being your boss,” I said, taking a sip of my own drink. “Besides the fact that you’re great at what you do, I like ordering you around.”

  Something flashed in her eyes. She liked me ordering her around too, not that she’d admit it. It was something I’d noticed from the first time I kissed her. Her body was naturally responsive to my commands. It was sexy as hell, especially when she seemed so damn innocent most of the time.

  “Some people would say that makes you a bit of a control freak.” A wry smile ticked at the edges of her lips. It was irresistible. I leaned across the table and deposited a firm kiss over her smile, licking out at her lower lip with my tongue.

  “Baby,” I murmured, not yet pulling away. Her heady scent filled my nostrils and sent my heart racing. “I am most definitely a control freak.”

  I released her face from my hand and settled back down on my seat. Emma’s cheeks flushed pink and she took another drink of her wine.

  I turned to look out at the setting sun, basking in the warm glow on my face. It was a beautiful place, and I would be more than happy to call it my own. I could imagine bringing Emma here, or to the other properties Baldric and I had discussed, after I took them over. I wouldn’t have to make too many changes to put the Goodman-Westfield touch on them, but those little changes are what would make the place seem wholly my own.

  I’d glitz up the main bar a little, add more refinement to the restaurants, and I’d make sure every space was bursting with fragrant flowers. The flowers weren’t a Goodman-Westfield thing. I could just imagine Emma loving them. I would ded
icate this entire resort to her if it made her happy, though I suspected the smallest of gestures would go much further if it meant more.

  My phone buzzed on the table. Normally I wouldn’t have it out like this, but since I was here on business and waiting for a business call, it was necessary. I saw that it was Baldric and answered, smiling at Emma. She crossed her fingers.

  “Max, my apologies for the delay. I’ve had a lot of thinking to do these past few days,” Baldric said. “Could you meet me at the bar for a drink?”

  “Which bar?”

  “The little snug one in the lobby. I can talk over my decision with you there. I think you’ll be very interested in what I have to say.”

  My adrenaline skyrocketed. I loved the feeling of closing a deal, especially one I wanted as much as this. I was close to achieving some of the objectives I’d set for myself in my first few years of controlling my father’s business, and the thought was so seductive I wanted to laugh out loud.

  “I’ll be there in a few minutes,” I said.

  “I’ll see you then.” He hung up.

  I stuffed my phone in my pocket and looked up apologetically at Emma. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’ve got to go do this.”

  She chuckled and waved a hand at me. “Don’t worry about it. We’re not here to eat romantic dinners anyway. I’m excited to hear what he has to say.”

  I was already standing at the table, and I walked around to kiss her. “It sounds good,” I said between kisses, “but I don’t want to get my hopes up too high.”

  Emma grabbed me by the collar and held me at eye level, golden eyes blazing. “Knock ‘em dead.”

  I laughed, kissed her again, and with a wink was on my way.

  The beachside restaurant wasn’t too far from the lobby, but I made my strides count anyway. I knew I wouldn’t lose Baldric’s interest just from taking too long to get to him, but I wanted this to be over as fast as possible so I could get back to my woman and celebrate the best way I knew how.

  I caught sight of the resort’s owner right away, seated by himself at a little corner table with a full pitcher of beer. He flashed me that bright white grin of his as I approached, which should have put me at ease. There was something off about it though.

  There was something off about him.

  I couldn’t put my finger on it, but as I sat down I reminded myself to be cautious with what I said. Business was a difficult beast, especially if one spoke with a careless tongue.

  “Glad to see you,” Baldric said, pouring out a glass of beer for me. “You look like you’ve gotten a little sun since our last chat.”

  “I’ve been enjoying the resort’s pleasures.” I smiled and took the glass from him, raising it in toast. “To our success.”

  Baldric laughed. “Is that why you’re so successful, my boy? Always making toasts to success?”

  “Better to toast for success, than to drink for failure.”

  Baldric liked that. His laugh added fuel to my hopeful fire, though the suspense was starting to get to me. He must’ve noticed the tension in my features, because Baldric went straight to business.

  “You’re a good guy, Max. I’ve enjoyed getting to know you a little, and out of all the interested parties in my properties, you’re the first to actually get off your ass and come down here to talk to me in person. It’s refreshing to see someone so single-minded in pursuit of their goals.”

  I didn’t let my feathers fluff up too much. It was dangerous to let your ego get stroked in any business negotiation.

  “I’ve enjoyed my visit,” I told him. “It hasn’t been all business. I’m surprised this place isn’t flooded with potential buyers.”

  Baldric sighed and shrugged, refilling his glass with beer. “You know how it is,” he said, bushy eyebrows askew. “Everyone is so busy these days. Busy, busy, busy. I’m glad you’ve been having a fun time.” His eyes landed on me sharply. “I suppose it would be hard not to have a fun time when you’re in such pleasant company.”

  At first I thought he was referring to himself, which I found odd, but then I realized he was talking about Emma. A chill ran down my spine, even as the balmy air caused sweat to prickle the back of my neck.

  “Most experiences in life depend on the quality of the company one keeps and experiences them with,” I said, then attempted to change the subject. “I hate to be demanding, but I’d love to hear your decision regarding my offer.”

  I’d made Baldric a very generous offer on his properties, though I doubted it was the best one he’d received. As a man with a great fortune already, Baldric was less interested in the money he could expect to gain and more likely to be swayed by personality. He wanted the resorts to go to someone he liked and trusted, especially since I expected he’d be back in the game in a few years after this downturn had abated.

  Baldric’s eyes twinkled. “Yes, of course. My apologies. You know how old men do like to pontificate.”

  He refilled the beer glass I’d barely touched and set the pitcher back down on the table, fixing me with a more sober expression.

  “I’m sure you know that there’s been a great deal of interest in my resorts.”

  I nodded.

  “Even though I haven’t met with any other potential buyers yet in person, I have had several corporate lawyers blow steam up my ass, and I’ve had a lot of numbers thrown at me. What I’m really looking for is a proposition that goes above and beyond. I want a cherry on top. So far nobody has come forth with that cherry, but I think you’ve got exactly what I’m looking for.”

  I didn’t like the way his glassy eyes narrowed into slits, ruddy, sunbaked cheeks shiny with perspiration.

  “I’ll try to accommodate whatever you request,” I said. “As long as it’s within my means.”

  He chuckled. “My only request, in addition to the offer you’ve made, is a little unorthodox. Nevertheless, I believe it is within your means.”

  I gestured for him to continue, taking a sip of my cool beer to help calm the raging inferno in my belly. Baldric was building up to something and I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like it.

  “I found your personal assistant to be very, how shall I put this...” He trailed off, tapping a finger against his lips, completely oblivious to the horror rising in my throat. “Alluring. Yes. She’s very alluring. I would find myself compelled to accept your offer if I could go on a date with her.”

  Did he even remember her name? The thought of Baldric getting within three feet of Emma sickened me. Like hell I’d offer her up to him like this.

  “A date,” I repeated dully.

  “Well, you know what I mean.” He winked. “A little wining and dining, a lot more afterwards.”

  My stomach turned. I wanted to lean over the table, grab him by his collar, and make it clear to him in no uncertain terms that he would never so much as lay one greasy finger on her so help me. I also didn’t want to lose the sale.

  I took another swallow of beer to calm myself down a little before speaking.

  “I’m afraid that’s one request I cannot accommodate,” I said, as evenly as possible. “Emma isn’t just my assistant. We’re a couple.”

  Baldric’s eyebrows rose in surprise and he leaned back a little, a sly grin working its way up his face. “Good on you, my boy. She’s quite the catch.”

  “She is.” I tried to intone that I wanted no further talk of this, but Baldric persisted.

  “It wouldn’t be my intent to steal her away from you, I assure you. It’s just a matter of both of us being in possession of something the other wants. I could be flexible with a couple of my conditions, if maybe you could be flexible with a couple of yours.”

  Baldric nearly blinded me with the flash of his smile. His teeth had to be fake. I wondered if they would break like real teeth.

  “Think of it as nothing more than, how shall I say this...” The idea hit him, and his lip curled. “A property exchange.” He chuckled. “So my boy, do we have a deal?”

 
Chapter 25

  Emma

  Sleep kept trying to drag me down, and I kept resisting. I wondered how long I could hold off, and glanced at the clock to see how long I’d managed to hold off already. The little alarm clock blazed that it was midnight.

  Where was he?

  I figured he was probably out celebrating with Baldric or something along those lines, which would have been fine if he’d just told me what I should expect. I didn’t like not knowing what was going on. I felt vulnerable and worried. And just a tad irritated. Okay, maybe more than a tad.

  I was lying on top of the covers, saved from overheating only by the gentle ocean breeze that wafted through the open patio door. It was a hot, heavy night. As much as I hated waiting for Max like this, it was kind of nice just to lie and listen to the ocean. I hadn’t been out of New York much since I moved there. Hadn’t had the money. Now that I was with Max and making a decent income for the first time in my life, it was exciting to think that this could be just the start of a long line of adventures.

  That dreamy thought was eventually what started to pull me under, dragging me deep into sleep’s warm embrace.

  The door banged open. I bolted upright in bed, heart racing, wondering if I was about to be robbed. The violence with which someone had just entered the room was disconcerting to say the least. Except when the light flared in the room and I caught sight of the intruder, it wasn’t an intruder at all.

  “Max?” I said. “What’s wrong?”

  He was wrestling the suitcases out of the closet, and let the first one slam on the floor while he pulled out the next.

  “We’re leaving,” he said shortly. “Start packing.”

  I watched him for a moment, too bewildered to move. He seemed to be in his own head, muttering and cursing to himself as he started tossing things haphazardly into his suitcase.

 

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