Wicked Valentine (Sizzling Encounters)

by Angel, April

  Her heart flipped-flopped in her chest. The way he looked at her, so hot and possessive, ignited a fire in her core.

  “Nina, you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. You’re beautiful.”

  “Thank you.” She gulped. “You’ve made today really special.” Much more than she could have ever anticipated from any man. With him, she felt not only sexy, beautiful, and desirable, but special too. And that combination had never happened for her. Ever.

  He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her palm, all the while watching her. “I don’t know what it is about you, but I can’t seem to stay away from you.”

  She swallowed at the dryness in her throat. “Do you want to? Stay away that is.”

  His gaze landed on her lips. “No.”

  “Max.” She took a deep breath. “I want us to continue seeing each other.”

  A wolfish grin covered his face, and he squeezed her hand on the table. “Thank you. I had hoped you’d want to try that.”

  “I just…can we keep this to ourselves?” She winced when he frowned, obviously not fond of her idea.

  “Keep it to ourselves?”

  “You know it’s just that the people at the office are already strange about office romances, Eve in particular. And she’s my manager. I don’t want to create any tension at your business.” An uncontrollable flip-flopping took over her heart.

  He picked up her hand again and rubbed his scruffy cheek on it. Electric currents ran up her back.

  “If that’s your wish, we can take things slowly and see where it goes.”

  She smiled and nodded. “It is. Thank you.”

  He stood, took her empty plate to the cart, and returned with two pieces of cheesecake.

  “I know it’s not Junior’s.” He winked. “But the chef that made this is fantastic, and I really think you’ll like it.”

  Emotion clogged her throat as she stared down at the piece of strawberry cheesecake on the pristine white plate. “Thank you.”

  She wasn’t going to ask him how he knew about her cheesecake obsession. Clearly Max had been paying a lot more attention to her than she’d realized. She took a bite of the dessert in silence. Thoughts of a relationship filled her mind.

  “Do you like it?” Genuine curiosity filled his eyes.

  She took another bite and really savored the cheesecake. “Oh,” she moaned. Sweet, creamy flavor exploded on her taste buds. “This is so good.”

  He beamed. “I know the chef. He said he’d make his special cheesecake just for you.” He twined his fingers through hers. “I told him you’re a very special woman, and I wanted to impress you.”

  Her heart melted. “You definitely impressed me.” Which reminded her. “So.” She grinned. “Is someone dropping off the bag?”

  His confusion made her smile.

  “The one you have with all those things you got to make the evening more pleasurable for me?” Her smile widened when he flushed.

  He was embarrassed. After everything he’d done to her, he was embarrassed.

  “Come on, tell me.” She dropped the fork next to the half-eaten dessert and focused on Max. “I want to know what you have planned for me next.”

  Heat sparked in his eyes. Her nipples pebbled when he licked his lips and glanced down at her mouth before looking at her in the eyes.

  “The bag is here. But maybe you’re not ready for what’s left inside the bag.” A small, taunting smile slid across his lips.

  “Or maybe you’re just scared I’m not going to enjoy it.” Whatever it was, she now wanted to try it just to prove she had an open mind. “I have a proposition.” She took a deep breath and watched his eyes flare when her breasts strained against the fabric of her dress, almost spilling over the drooping neckline. Their gazes connected. Passion sizzled between them. “What if I pick a toy and allow you to use it without question?”

  His brows rose. “I don’t know. What if you grab one of the tamer toys?”

  What kind of stuff did he have in that bag? “Fine, you pick the toy, and I’ll allow you to use it however you want.”

  “Two toys.” He grinned wickedly.

  She rolled her eyes. “Fine. Two toys.”

  Before she had a chance to blink, he was on his feet and grabbing her hand. “Let’s go.”

  They marched down a hallway at a desperate pace. She wondered what it was about her proposal that had fired him up. Excitement buzzed in her blood.

  He opened a door and tugged her inside. She glanced around the bedroom, her eyes growing wider the more things she took in. A four-poster bed sat at the center of the large room. Sheer, royal blue chiffon draped from the ceiling into a bubble and gathered back up at the edges of the walls. A lighter shade of blue chiffon covered each of the posts on the bed. The material gathered at the tips, held by a circular, silver chain on each pole. Sapphire silk sheets covered the massive bed. Lace curtains over black panels hid the windows. Tons of large decorative pillows surrounded the room, on the floor. In each corner of the bedroom was a statue of a naked woman. Paintings of couples in different sexual positions graced the walls.

  “This is…” She gulped, unsure what to say.

  “Yeah, I know. A lot,” he commented and headed for the dresser, wading through the large cushions on the floor.

  A lot? It was like someone had taken out a scene from Arabian Nights, mixed it up with a dose of Kama Sutra, and let it explode inside the bedroom.

  She took careful steps into the room, tried not to break her neck bypassing pillows, and neared the bed. Just as she reached it, Max turned toward her. He held a black velvet bag in his hand. She raised a curious brow and waited.

  He lifted a hand, cupped her neck, and twined his fingers into her hair, holding her in place. And then he kissed her. It was a hot, wet, possessive kiss. The kind that turned the simmering fire inside her into a raging inferno. She whimpered, slid her hands up his warm body to his head, and gripped his short hair.

  He took a step back and stared at her. Goosebumps rose over her skin at his heated look. She peered into his piercing eyes while his hands caressed down her body, stopping at her waist and bunching the thin material of her mini-dress in his fists. He slowly pulled the dress over her head, until she stood completely naked before him.

  Possession flared bright in his eyes, ramping up the need that made her pussy throb. Moisture dripped from her slit, trailing down her thighs. She slid out of her heels, losing some of her height in the process. Her gaze roamed his flexing pecs, and she placed a hand flat on his muscular chest. The heat from his body enticed her to lick him.

  With a single step, she closed the distance between them and tugged his pants down. He toed off his shoes, kicking them and the pants away.

  “Max—”

  “I got you, love.” He picked her up in his arms and walked back toward the door. There was a second darkened entrance she hadn’t noticed before in her stunned amazement over the décor, right next to the bedroom doorway. Cool marble met her soles when he put her down. He flicked on the light to the attached en suite.

  He entered a large glass shower stall and pulled her along with him. Interested to see how the multiple showerheads in the stall worked, she stood watching him intently. He pressed a button on the metal panel on one wall. Warm water sprayed around them.

  “This is awesome. I have to get a bathroom like this.” She grinned.

  He chuckled and pressed a second button. “Just wait.”

  More water dropped from above and squirted from the wall sides, giving off the effect of raindrops. Squinting to keep the water from her eyes, she glanced around, noting that all of the showerheads were softly pumping out water through their massaging jets. It felt amazing.

  “Come here, beautiful.” Max tugged her into his slick body. His hard erection pressed on her belly.

  “Mmm.” She curled her arms around his neck and gripped the back of his hair, hauling him down for a kiss. Their bodies slid over each other in a sensual dance. In
cessant throbbing took hold of her core, begging for relief. He groped her ass and ground his cock into her. The steely feel of his shaft sent a shard of electric current down to her clit.

  She moaned. “Fuck me, Max. I want you inside me.”

  He shook his head and chuckled at her gasp of outrage. “In a bit, but first we must clean up. I have something special in mind.” With that he opened a panel and pulled out a bottle of apple-scented body soap.

  “How did you—?”

  He shrugged. “I think you’re the most beautiful and interesting woman I’ve ever met. And I wanted to make today special, so I gave your cousin a call.”

  “Alex?” Her eyes widened. Alex had given him information on her?

  At his nod, she gaped. “My Alex? She told you about me?” He nodded again, smiling.

  “What else did she tell you, aside from my body wash type?” She asked. Her cousin knew a lot about her dating history. And about how hard it was for Nina to commit to a man long-term.

  Dropping dollops of the body wash on a loofah, he answered her. “Just your likes and dislikes and general stuff like that. Nothing too personal.”

  He washed her. First he did her back and worked his way down and around, until she smelled like a green apple all over.

  She took the loofah out of his hands. “I hope you don’t mind smelling like fruit.” She giggled.

  “If it’s for you, I don’t mind anything.”

  Another dart straight to her heart, on Valentine’s Day no less. Soft emotions filled her. Why the hell had she kept him at a distance this long?

  With each stroke over his body with the soft loofah, she became more and more aroused, until her pussy throbbed, her nipples ached, and her throat dried. She washed down his legs and kneeled, his hard cock right in her face. Squinting so as not to get water in her eyes, she peered up at him. Hunger and desire tightened the lines of his face into a feral mask.

  Smooth, velvety flesh met her palm when she gripped him in her hand.

  “Nina…”

  “I promise I won’t do anything, yet.” She licked her lips. “I just want to touch you.” The soap gave her the lubrication she needed to jerk up and down his shaft.

  He groaned and dropped his head back. She continued to smooth her hand over him, slow and steady, loving the feel of his warm skin on her hand and the cool water raining down on them.

  “Baby, please.”

  She glanced up at his soft words, caught him watching her, and increased the speed of her jerks.

  “You’re so fucking perfect, you know that?”

  A giddy thrill raced up her spine. “You think so? You haven’t seen me when I wake up in the morning.” She squeezed the head of his cock. He grunted and thrust into her hand.

  “You’re beautiful. All the time.” He pulled out of her grasp. “We’re still not done with what I want.”

  She pouted, stood, and they both rinsed the wash off their bodies. He dried her and carried her back to the bedroom. He placed her on her feet in front of the bed and grabbed the velvet pouch.

  “You promised,” he reminded and opened the velvet pouch.

  A moment later he pulled out a pink, rubber butterfly with an attached mini vibrator and crouched down by her feet. He held one thin strap wide for her to slide her foot through and then did the same with the other, slowly drawing up the butterfly until the vibrator slid inside her slick pussy. The cold plastic made her gasp. Small bumps rubbed against her clit when she moved.

  She followed him to the bed, copying his kneeling position. He cupped her face and licked the seam of her lips. A soft, ragged moan escaped her. His hands traveled down, filling with her breasts and squeezing.

  “Oh, Max.”

  “It gets better,” his raspy voice whispered. “I promise.” He smiled softly. “Turn over for me.”

  Flipping to her stomach, she followed his order. Once she had shifted, he grabbed her hips and lifted, until her ass was high in the air. She waited, excited, horny, and getting more desperate for his touch by the minute. A soft vibration in her pussy made her groan. The vibrator pulsed inside her cunt, rubbed her insides, and made her body ache.

  She wiggled her hips in need of deeper penetration, but the damn thing was too small. The speed increased to a faster pace, and the tiny ridges rubbing over her clit made her squirm.

  “Max, please.”

  “Relax, baby. This is only the beginning.” His voice caressed the curve of her ass while the butterfly continued to torment her.

  She rocked back and forth, gliding her nipples on the soft satin, desperate for relief. He licked his way down her ass, holding her cheeks open until he reached her anus. He licked around and around the tiny circle.

  She shuddered, held the blanket in a white-knuckle grip, and groaned. Heat blazed over her skin and lit fires down her body.

  “Max, this is torture,” she mumbled into the bedding.

  The only response she got to her complaint was some more licks on her hole. She was going to die of desperation. Right when she was about to grumble another complaint, something dripped on her asshole. Warm wetness slid between her cheeks and covered her hole. When she no longer felt him at her back, she glanced over her shoulder. He held a red anal toy in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. He greased the plug until it looked slick and shiny.

  She licked her lips and waited on him. He glanced at her, put down the lube, and picked up a small remote, increasing the speed of the butterfly. Panting in need, she dropped her head into the satin. She wiggled her hips, and her body tightened in search of its own release.

  “Oh!”

  Chapter Eight

  Arousal gathered in her cleft. He circled her anus with slick fingers, dipped in, and spread them wide, stretching her. The vibration in her pussy increased a notch, taking her mind away from his anal play. Frantic need grew inside her, expanded through her limbs, and made her breath hitch.

  “Relax for me,” he urged. But it was hard when all she wanted was to come. Her anal muscles burned as he continued to stretch her with his fingers.

  “Max, I can’t take this. Please, I need to come.”

  “Just a little longer, love. It will be worth it.” He increased the speed again.

  Her pussy throbbed, grasped at the tiny vibrator, and dripped in need. One after another, whimpers rushed past her lips, until each breath was focused solely on moaning for release. He replaced his fingers with the cool anal plug. Slick plastic slid into her and stretched her muscles taut.

  “My…oh—”

  In and out. In and out. He slid the plug slowly, building up tension. Hot lava replaced her blood, and her own harsh breathing sounded in her ears. But her focus remained solely on what he was doing to her with each thrust of the plastic into her ass. She rocked back and forth into the plug, at the same time enjoying the vibration over her clit.

  His hand pressed the butterfly over her pleasure center. She jerked from the sharp increase in vibration and the harder thrusts into her ass. Her body twitched in the search of the orgasm just out of reach.

  “Max!” She groaned his name into the satin bedspread. Tension took hold of her core, hot and tight. The tight coiling snapped, bright lights went off in the back of her lids, and she screamed. She made an incoherent sound of fulfillment, and each muscle shook with her blissful release.

  “That’s it baby, relax and enjoy the ride.”

  Aftershocks continued to wash over her, making it hard to catch her breath. He slid the plug snugly into her still quivering ass. She panted and tried to control the shaking that had taken over her legs. He grabbed at the butterfly straps and pulled them down her legs, removing the toy from her drenched sex. She lay there, still holding the satin in her grasp, panting. His soft caress trailed up her hips, until he had her shifting to lie on her back.

  Arousal shot straight up to her brain when she glanced down at his cock. He was hard, thick, and purple from the amount of blood centered there. The vein on the unders
ide stood out, caught her attention, and beckoned her to touch. She watched him sheath himself with a condom, stroke up and down his shaft in a quick jerk, and grunt. With the crook of a finger, she summoned him to her.

  “No more torturing. Come fuck me already.”

  He lifted a brow, but the quirk of his lips indicated he found her words amusing. He crawled up the bed, up her body, and bracketed his arms by her sides.

  A hot shiver slid up her spine. She widened her legs, waiting for him to finally take her, fill her with his cock, and douse the fire in her pussy. Their gazes locked, held, and the connection between them grew. Lifting her hands to the back of his head, she pulled him down for a kiss. Their lips connected, and he slid into her in a quick, hard thrust. She moaned, and he took the opportunity to delve his tongue into her mouth. Lightning shot back and forth between her pussy and her nipples. With each stroke into her cunt and mouth, he lit a new fire in her core. She dug her nails into the back of his head, twined her fingers through his soft strands, and gripped them.

  He groaned, increasing the harshness and speed of his thrusts.

  Air caught in her lungs. She whimpered and raked her nails down to his shoulders, continuing until she was clinging to his bunched arm muscles. The loud sound of skin slapping skin turned her on even more than her own moans and his grunts.

  He kissed the corner of her mouth, caught her lip between his teeth, and sucked. “Mmm.”

  Her pussy fluttered. The orgasm she wanted so badly closed in on her. She tilted her hips, allowing for even deeper penetration.

  “Yes, Max. Harder.”

  Satisfaction coursed through her with the increase in speed. He hammered her with his cock until she gasped, her orgasm tearing through her.

  “Fuck, baby.” He groaned, thrust into her a final time, and tensed. His dick pulsed inside her, kissed the neck of her womb, and jerked. They were locked together, each enjoying the bliss of their own climax.

  * * *

  Max turned to Nina. They were at the entrance to her building. He grinned when she gripped the neckline of the trench coat and frowned at him.