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by Chance Carter


  “Yeah, totally,” I said.

  Baldric’s gaze raked over me from tip to tail, and I swallowed hard to manage my discomfort. Maybe I should have introduced myself as Max’s girlfriend. If I had, then maybe he wouldn’t be looking at me like that. I cursed myself inwardly for my awkwardness.

  Max cleared his throat. “We should be going,” he said. “Emma and I have some things to discuss.”

  “Yes, of course.” Baldric tore his gaze away from me, though it seemed to take some effort on his part. “I’ll have my decision for you in a few days. Until that time, please take advantage of all the amenities. Just don’t start taking down measurements yet, eh?”

  He laughed uproariously, like he’d just made the single funniest joke in the history of jokes. Neither Max or I laughed, though I noticed Max cracked a polite smile. With a hand on my waist, he led me over to the elevator.

  “We’re going back to the room?” I asked.

  Max nodded, tipping his head forward to sniff the drink.

  The elevator doors slid open and I followed him inside, chuckling. “It’s just a pina colada,” I said. “It’s not going to kill you.”

  “No, of course not.”

  The doors closed and Max released a long breath, then took a sip of the drink. I watched his face relax a little, and when he turned back to me there was something bitter in his gaze.

  “I didn’t mean to turn my nose up at your thoughtful gift,” he said. “It made my day to see you standing there waiting for me. It’s just...” He raked a hand through his hair, scowling. “The way Baldric looked at you, it drove me fucking crazy to see him look at you like that.”

  My heart gave a wet thump in my chest. Max grabbed me around the waist with his free hand and tugged me against his chest. He pressed his lips against my crown, and swayed me back and forth. It was a kind, gentle gesture, one I appreciated more than Max could possibly know. It was moments like these that made me wonder if maybe we did have a future together.

  “He’s gone now,” I said. “Did the meeting go well?”

  “It’s hard to say,” he murmured into my hair. “I’ll just have to wait for his decision.”

  The doors opened and we stepped out, heading down the hall toward our room.

  “You seem stressed,” I observed.

  Max chuckled and took a sip of the drink. “I’m not.”

  “There’s nothing wrong if you are,” I said. “It’s a big deal, and I know how much you want this.”

  Max grabbed my arm and stopped me, wheeling me around to face him. There was fire in his eyes.

  “I’m not stressed,” he said. “I’m angry because Baldric Hammond just undressed you with his eyes and I didn’t do anything to stop it. I wanted to clock the guy.”

  I frowned. “You couldn’t do that. He’s not going to let you buy his properties if you punch him.”

  Max lowered his face to mine. The scent of pineapple wafted from his lips.

  “You’re right. Which is why I didn’t do it. But it fucking killed me to see that. Which is why we’re heading back to our room instead of to the bar to have a drink and enjoy the afternoon.”

  I gave him an incredulous look. “You want to go hide in the room and pout?”

  His lip curled, but it was more of a snarl than a smile. It sent waves of heat to my core and I shivered unexpectedly. The things this man could do to me with just a look.

  “We’re going to the room because I want fuck you so hard that neither of us even remember who Baldric Hammond is. Understand?”

  My mouth went dry, and I nodded dumbly.

  Max smirked and continued walking down the hall, one hand clasped tightly around mine. I had to hustle to keep up with his pace, but I would’ve been happy to sprint there if he wanted. My body was already responding to the promise of his words.

  We reached the door and he coolly unlocked it and opened it up, gesturing for me to enter. I did, and turned to face him as he let the door close behind him. I reached for his pina colada, but he pulled it out of my reach.

  “We’re not done with this yet.”

  “We’re not?”

  He grinned, “Get naked and lie on the bed.”

  I didn’t hesitate a second. I put down my drink on the bedside table and began to strip, watching him through my lashes and seeing the telltale bulge grow in his pants. He was still wearing his normal dress shirt and slacks, though at least he hadn’t worn the suit jacket on top of it. He began to slowly unbutton his shirt as I pulled down my panties and undid my bra. Finally, all my clothes lay in a pile at my feet.

  “The bed,” he murmured.

  I climbed up unto the large bed and lay on top of it, holding myself up on my elbows to watch him. He came up beside me, shirt unbuttoned, trousers tented, and used his free hand to push me flat on my back.

  My heart was running wildly in my chest. Max leaned over me, one hand on the bed for support, and began to pour some of the creamy drink in the dip of my navel.

  I flinched. “It’s cold!”

  “Don’t move or it’ll get all over the bed,” he warned, lips quirked. “You don’t want to sleep in sticky sheets, do you?”

  I zipped my lips and tried to stay as still as possible, even when he retreated from the bed. I turned my head to watch as he put the drink down and finished stripping off his shirt, removing his pants afterward. Slowly. Too slowly.

  I was afraid to speak and risk spilling the beverage. I knew we’d only just end up calling for new sheets, but I wanted to please him. I wanted to follow his commands to the letter, even if he was taking far too long to get naked, and I was too wet to speak.

  Max returned to the bed, leaning over to kiss my mouth. It was a slow, sensual kiss, one filled with longing. He’d been missing me too. He slowly began to move down my body, kissing my neck, then my breasts, then my ribs. By the time he reached my stomach, I was quivering with need.

  Max covered the spot of pina colada on my belly with his mouth and began to lap at it, making me moan and shake with my desire to arch up. His tongue swirled and dipped, soft, wet and so hot. And it was just as he said—I forgot all about Baldric, or even where we were. My existence had narrowed down to a few square feet of space and Max’s mouth on my skin.

  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 ove
r 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 dedicate 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 w
asn’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.”

 

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