by Marni Mann
If more meant additional bags like the one I was holding and like all the other expensive gifts he’d splurged on in the past…
If it meant spending more mornings waking up next to him and having more dinners together…
If my address would become the same as his…
But I didn’t hate the way more sounded when I said it out loud.
I just didn’t know the logistics.
There was no way I could move to Miami. Almost all of my business was in LA. However, The Agency was building an office here. Whenever I brought that up, Max would tell me they were still in the process of looking for someone to run it, and it wouldn’t be Brett, Jack, or him.
So, even if I wanted more, I didn’t know how to make that happen.
I set the bag on the counter, taking a few steps back, staring at the way the light hit the material.
I didn’t know how I would ever thank him for this. I just knew I had to try.
I went into the living room, searching for my phone, positive it was somewhere in there. I found it on the floor where I’d been sitting before, and I tapped the screen, seeing that the text that had come in was from Max.
I hadn’t expected to hear from him this early.
When I opened his message, there was a picture of me. I hadn’t even realized he’d taken it. I’d been too busy putting lotion on after our shower. But I remembered several seconds of silence had passed between us when I saw that he was on the phone. I’d assumed he was checking his email. Never had I thought he was taking a photo of me.
Max: Gorgeous.
Tingles were already bursting through my body from the gift that was sitting in my kitchen. But, now that I had seen the picture of me and the word he had typed beneath it, the feeling had intensified.
I read his text a second, third, and fourth time.
First, the bag.
Now, this.
For a man who was always so dominating, a side I usually found the most attractive, his softness was proving to be just as sexy.
I clicked on the text box, and I began my reply.
Me: I don’t even know what to say. Thank you certainly isn’t enough.
Max: I got to be inside you last night and again this morning. I got to look at your body completely fucking naked. I should be the one thanking you.
Me: But the bag, Max. It’s so beautiful. I’m speechless. I’ve never owned a piece of art as special as that one. And I’m certain nothing will ever top it.
Max: I’m glad you like it.
Me: I don’t know how to show you how much I appreciate it, but I’ll think of something.
Max: I know how…
Me: Oh, yeah?
Max: Come here. Right now.
Me: Where’s here?
Max: The condo.
As I thought about his cock thrusting inside me, the tingles in my chest blasted down to my stomach, and they went straight to my clit. My body began to buzz.
Wetness lined the lips of my pussy.
I was so turned on.
Going to meet him would be as much for him as it would be for me.
Me: I’ll be there in an hour.
Max: You have forty-five minutes.
He was such a hard-ass.
That was one of the things I loved about him.
But, even though the morning traffic rush was over, it would still take me a good thirty minutes to get to downtown, and before I left, I needed to get dressed and fix myself up a bit.
Me: I need more time than that.
Max: Forty minutes.
Me: You’re relentless.
Max: Thirty-five.
Max: And I promise you’ll say that again when I’m inside your pussy.
The tingles turned to a sharp pulse that was fluttering inside my clit.
I was throbbing for this man.
I squeezed my thighs together, trying to alleviate the sensation. But it didn’t matter what I did because it wouldn’t be enough.
I needed him.
His fingers.
His mouth.
His cock that I constantly dreamed about.
Me: I’ll text you when I’m outside.
Max: Leave your panties in the car.
Eight
Max
“The statement has been released,” Talia’s publicist said, slowly looking up from her laptop. “I sent it to every media outlet that’s on The Agency’s master list, and I posted it on all of Talia’s social media pages.”
“How long until her old label issues a reply?” I asked.
“An hour. Maybe less.”
I stared at the screen of my phone, knowing, at any minute, a celebrity alert would come across it. That website was always the first to report news because they had more sources than any other publication in the world.
In this case, we’d sent the information to them directly.
Less than fifteen seconds later, my phone lit up.
BREAKING NEWS:
Talia Sweeny must be on to bigger and better representation now that she’s cut ties with her label.
Wonder who’s after the ex-reality star.
Or…who isn’t.
Jesus, wasn’t that shit the truth? I couldn’t think of a single celebrity who hadn’t tried to fuck her.
And, now that she was getting into country, changing her look, really playing up her innocent vibe, the guys would become even more obsessed.
Talia was a good girl. She didn’t fuck around. She didn’t date.
That made the men want her even more.
I told her that during many of our meetings. Being her agent, in an environment like the one we lived in, discussing her personal life was necessary because every goddamn thing could turn into a scandal.
But knowing how much she was wanted didn’t faze her at all. She was focused on her career, on keeping her name untarnished, on building a brand that would set her up for life.
If only my other clients could do the same, that would save me a lot of fucking headaches.
“Well, it’s not as bad as it could be,” her publicist said, holding her phone in the air so that Talia and I could see she was referring to the celebrity alert. “They tend to be the harshest, and this one isn’t.”
She was right about that.
Before Eve, several alerts had gone out about me regarding the actresses I’d slept with. None of them had been pretty.
“Releasing a statement as quickly as we did put us in a better position,” I told them just as my phone vibrated in my hand. “Had we waited, allowing the label to air their statement first, the result might not have been as good.”
I looked down and saw the message was from Eve.
Eve: I just parked.
I stood and took off my jacket, setting it across the back of the chair. I then slid my phone into my pocket and moved to the far side of the living room, facing both women. “Listen, I’ve got to run out for a little while. I’ll be back before the label issues their reply.” I turned around and walked toward the elevator.
“If any of the media reaches out—and I’m sure they will—do you want me to say anything specific?” her publicist asked.
“Tell them you have no comment.” I hit the button for the elevator and looked over my shoulder, catching Talia’s eyes. “I want you off-line until tomorrow. By then, the news will have died down a little, and you can post a selfie or something. Make the message inspirational.”
“Okay, I will,” Talia replied.
The bell chimed, and I walked inside. Both ladies stared at me as the door closed.
I’d be gone twenty minutes, not a second more.
They’d be fine in my absence.
Talia’s publicist was one of the sharpest on our team. She could handle any crisis that was thrown at her. With me, she just didn’t take control, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t capable. She just knew that control wasn’t something that I was ever willing to give up.
And, no matter what, that wouldn’t ever ch
ange.
When I reached the main level, I came out of the short hallway where the private elevator was located, and I went into the lobby. As I made my way toward the front, Eve was approaching the building.
“Let her in,” I said to the doorman, and he opened the door for her.
Eve was in a long dress that hung low on her chest. The fabric only covered the outer side of her tits, the material so thin that I could see the hardness of her nipples.
They looked so fucking good.
Christ.
I needed those nipples in my mouth, getting flicked with the tip of my tongue before I bit them between my teeth.
“Hi,” she said as she reached me.
I clenched her hand within mine and led her back the way I had just come.
I said nothing as I brought her inside the elevator, pressing the PH button. Once the door closed and we began to climb, I waited a few seconds before I hit Stop.
“What are you—”
I wrapped my hands around the back of her head, cutting her off, and I brought her mouth to mine, preventing her from saying another word.
I didn’t want to talk.
I didn’t want to listen.
I just wanted to taste her.
So, I did, and the flavor that filled my mouth was fucking delicious. She was sweet like candy, her tongue hot, just like her cunt had been this morning.
I reached down and cupped her ass with both hands. That was when I realized she didn’t have any panties on.
She’d listened to my order.
She was such a good fucking girl.
I lifted her, pushing her back against the wall as her legs wrapped around me. Once I had her settled, I reached underneath her dress and pressed on her clit.
“Ahhh!” she gasped
She was soaked.
Just how I wanted her to be.
I moved my palm to the top of her pussy while two of my fingers plunged inside her. As I rubbed her clit, I finger-fucked her in and out.
“Max…” she groaned, moans filling each breath.
“Hold on to me.”
I waited for her to cling her legs even tighter around my waist, for her arms to circle my neck. Once both were secure, my teeth latched on to her bottom lip, and I kept them there, gnawing, as my free hand went to my belt. I unhooked it and then undid the button and fly, my suit pants dropping to my ankles. I lifted my cock out of my boxer briefs, removed my hand from her pussy, and put my tip there instead.
“Fuck yesss,” she hissed as I pushed into her wetness.
So goddamn tight.
So warm.
So fucking wet.
“That cock,” she purred when I was fully inside her.
I tilted my hips back and plunged in, holding the bottom of her thighs as leverage. I was fucking her so hard, the back of her head hit the elevator wall, her body sliding up and down against it.
If it hurt, she didn’t tell me to stop.
What she did say was, “Faster.”
So, I listened, and I reared back and sank forward and devoured her goddamn lips.
I knew she was close when her pussy began to contract.
“Come,” I demanded, and I gave her the relentless fucking I had promised, knowing that would send her over the edge.
I was right.
Within a few strokes, she was screaming, her body shuddering against mine.
Not knowing if anyone could hear her, but not wanting to take the chance, I spread my lips over hers, and I swallowed her shouting.
While each of her breaths went down my throat, her cunt clenched my dick, and her wetness exploded over my skin.
The mix of the three felt fucking amazing.
When she finally stopped quivering, she said, “Oh my God,” in a voice that was raspy from all the screaming. “You are incredible.”
Her body was sensitive. It always was after she came.
That didn’t mean I was going to be easy on her.
In fact, just the opposite was true.
My cock hammered into her even harder, my speed doubled, and I used every bit of power I had left.
By the way her pussy was milking my cock, I could feel that she was going to come again.
It was going to happen fast.
And I was right behind her.
My dick fucking pulsed, throbbing in pleasure, the build working its way through my balls and into my shaft, and I groaned, “Fuck,” against her mouth.
She rocked her hips back and forth, taking control, owning the movements, squeezing each stream of cum out of me.
“Damn it,” I roared, my fingers digging into her ass. “Your fucking pussy feels so good.”
Her cunt then clamped around my dick, telling me we were getting off at the same time.
“Max!” she shouted, our lips glued, our tongues touching. “Ah!”
When she completely emptied me, her hips no longer bucking and her body still, she kept me buried in her snugness. Her hands then went to my face, and she pulled her mouth back, so her lips were barely touching mine.
It was slow.
Soft.
A kiss that wasn’t full of hunger but still so fucking sexy.
Eventually, she put several inches between us and said, “Are we going upstairs?”
I shook my head. “I have a client up there and her publicist.”
“Oh.” She paused. “They’re waiting for you?”
“Yes.”
“At least I’ll see you later tonight.” She brushed her thumb over my lip, and I kissed it. “Do you want to order dinner in or go out and grab something?”
“I can’t do either. Brett’s picking me up, and we’re going to Malibu for a work thing.”
There was a change in her eyes.
It happened instantly.
It wasn’t a look I had seen on her before, so I didn’t recognize it. But it washed across her whole face, and then she began to wiggle as she tried to get out of my hold.
I growled, digging my fingers even deeper into her ass. “Don’t move.”
“I’m sure you have to get going.”
“Kiss me.”
“Max—”
“Fucking kiss me.”
When her lips pressed against mine, they felt nothing like what I’d gotten from her earlier. They were hard, and her mouth was cold; it didn’t even feel like she was breathing. They only stayed on me for a few seconds, and then her legs dropped from my waist, and her pussy slowly pushed me out until I felt the freezing air close around my tip.
Once she was standing, I tucked my cock back into my boxers and lifted my pants, zipping my shit up tightly and aligning my shirt so that it didn’t look like I’d just fucked.
Now that I was ready and the bottom of Eve’s dress was resting on the floor, I hit Stop and L, and that resumed the movement of the elevator, taking us back down to the main level.
The door opened, and Eve started to walk out.
I clasped her wrist, halting her before she turned the corner. She looked across her arm, the one I was holding, and I moved forward to kiss her again. Using my other hand, I held the back of her head, and my lips slammed against hers.
“I’ll see you after. It shouldn’t be too late.”
She nodded, her body so tight, that strange expression still filling her eyes.
When I released her, she instantly turned into the hallway and disappeared from my sight.
I then took the elevator up to the condo. When the door swung open, the girls were on the couch in the same spots I’d left them.
They stopped their conversation and looked toward me while I said, “Did anything happen?”
“Lots of questions came in,” the publicist said.
“And your response?”
“No comment.”
I had known she could handle this.
I went to the fridge and grabbed a water, chugging half of the bottle before I took a seat in the chair. I pulled out my phone, the screen showing I’d been gone
for seventeen minutes.
She’d gotten off twice, and I still had three minutes to spare.
The publicist’s cell dinged, and she looked at whatever message had just come in. “The label released their statement.”
“And?”
She was quiet for several seconds, as she seemed to be reading the screen. Then, she slowly looked up, and our eyes connected. “You were right. Releasing our statement first gave us the upper hand.”
“Oh, thank God,” Talia sighed.
I smiled and downed the rest of my water.
I had known today would be a good fucking day.
Nine
Max
Kristin: I’ve been gone for three years, and not a thing has changed.
Me: LA is still the armpit of fucking hell. I told you that at the bar.
Kristin: I meant with you.
Me: Oh, yeah?
Kristin: Back then, you sucked at returning my calls and texts, and you still haven’t improved. Since we’re past lunch, how about dinner?
Me: I need a rain check.
Kristin: You’re leaving in the morning?
Me: Yes.
Kristin: When are you coming back?
Me: I don’t know.
Kristin: Then, I’ll come your way. I have some friends I’ve wanted to visit in Miami, so it’s the perfect excuse to see you both. I’ll text you after I book my flight.
Kristin: I know I mentioned this last night, but it really was great running into you. You’ve done so good for yourself, Max. I always knew you would.
Me: I’ll see you soon.
“What a fucking meeting,” Brett said as the valet attendant pulled up his car, and we climbed into the front seat. He shifted into first and turned onto the road, heading back toward LA.
“Three more agents signed.” I took out my phone and sent a quick text to Jack and Scarlett to let them know. “Where does that leave us? About forty more to go?”
“Something like that. Plus, we still have to find someone to manage it. Scarlett’s been working like hell to find a good one.”
