She shuddered as she came, suddenly and so violently she almost fell off the sofa. Her choking moan muffled as she leaned forward, her head against his, foreheads touching. Max didn't give her much time to recover, he moved again, sitting her on the sofa cushions. He stood up, unsnapped and unzipped his jeans, and hissed in relief at the easing of the pressure in his crotch. He shed his clothes quickly and smiled at the appreciation in her eyes when she took a long look at him.
"You're as gorgeous as I knew you'd be, Max,” she told him, voice husky and seductive.
"Spread your legs for me, Kaylee,” he directed, enjoying the sexy image she presented to him, with her silky gown draped around her, her beautiful tits with their jutting peaks begging for his mouth again. She started to stand, no doubt to remove the gown, but he shook his head. “Leave it, honey.” She grinned at him and pulled the material up around her waist like a cloud of shimmering gauze. When she spread her legs wide and parted her folds to his hungry gaze, Max's hand closed on his cock and he started to stroke his rigid length as he walked toward her. She was caressing herself, her middle finger slipping in and out of the wet tunnel between her thighs, the sound soft and slick, making the head of his cock weep an oozing bead.
Kaylee smiled and pushed herself off the sofa. He stopped and she knelt in front of him. Max's breath escaped him as a hiss of sound when her tongue licked the swollen head of his cock, flicking rapidly at the tiny slit as it continued to spill droplets of moisture that she eagerly lapped up. She pushed his hands away and his knees shook when she began to massage between his thighs, squeezing carefully, rubbing with precise gentleness. Her wet finger, sticky with her own orgasm, stroked the sensitive strip behind his balls, slowly making her way to the tight hole that was her target zone. Max groaned softly and his hands tangled in her hair, holding her while he pushed his cock deeper into her mouth. She started sucking and his heart pounded so loudly that he wondered if she could actually hear it.
Her finger was probing delicately and Max was sure his legs were going to give out if she penetrated him. He was willing to risk it, he decided, and spread his legs wider, using the shift in position to anchor him to the floor. The pressure of her mouth was an exquisite torture, and her tongue was twirling around the throbbing head of his dick, finding the spots that made him tremble, lingering over them until he was gasping and pushing deeper into her throat. She opened her mouth wider, took him in as far as she could, and sucked harder. Her finger slid into him, the sensation electric as it shot unbelievable pleasure to every nerve ending he possessed. He felt like he was going to explode, not just in her throat but into about a million flames of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
Fighting down the orgasm that was about to burst from him, Max pulled her away. He shivered when her finger slipped free of him and she stared in surprise from her position on the floor.
"I want to be buried to the hilt in your pussy when I come, baby,” he told her, barely recognizing the rasp of his voice.
Before she could reply, the sound of his cellphone ringing brought reality crashing back. The stereo had gone silent without notice, and the sudden stillness in the room was shocking.
Max was furious, but he also knew he had to take the call. If it hadn't been important, the phone wouldn't be ringing. He looked at her, saw the dazed glimmer of thwarted desire in her smoky eyes and wondered if he'd be able to make this right with her. He grabbed his jeans and dug his phone from a pocket.
"Richmonte!” His voice was still rough, but it went unnoticed by the man on the other end of the line. He listened closely, murmuring a monosyllabic reply when one was necessary. “Can't this wait a couple of hours?"
His frustration grew as he listened again.
He snapped the phone shut a few moments later, and tossed it onto the pile that was his clothes.
"You have to go,” Kaylee said simply.
"Yeah, it can't wait,” he replied, tone apologetic. “I don't want to go, Kaylee."
"Then don't."
"I have to."
"Why?"
"I'll explain everything when I see you again. I promise."
"When will that be?"
Max looked at her. At the disheveled, sexy picture she was, all but naked at his feet. His cock was still hard and jutting, and he wanted nothing more than to finish what they'd started. She seemed to know what he was thinking, too. She smiled and his eyes locked on the movement of her hands as she started squeezing her breasts and toying with her nipples.
"Tell me again that you have to leave, Max,” she said. She rose and he watched her wriggle the gown down over her hips then toss it aside. She turned her back to him, bent over the sofa and spread her legs, offering him the unimpeded view of her so wet and inviting. “Now tell me you don't want to drive your dick into my pussy Max. I want you to. I want your cock so much it hurts."
Max's entire body shook with reaction to her words and to the sight of her.
"I don't have protection with me, Kaylee.” He hadn't planned this, much as he'd considered that it might happen.
Kaylee made her mind function and her voice. “I haven't been with anyone in years, Max. I'm clean and I'm on the pill."
"I'm clean, too, honey,” he assured her.
"Then shut up and shove your dick into my pussy, Max."
He took the last couple of steps that put him at her back and with a quick thrust he was sheathed inside her. She cried out and pushed back, taking him deeper into her clutching heat.
"All of you, Max,” she gasped. “Fuck me hard, baby."
Max's eyes closed for a moment as he dragged in air. He'd never said the kind of things he'd said to Kaylee to any other woman. Had never heard any lover ask for him with so much demand. He loved her for it, for her total lack of inhibition.
"You're so fucking tight, honey. You feel incredible.” He said the words as he pulled out and drove deep again, reveling in the molten heat of her body as her muscles clenched and rippled around the thick, throbbing length of his cock. He pulled free of her again and glanced down. His dick was glistening in the soft lights and he suddenly wanted her to see it, to watch as he drove into her. He turned her to face him and sat her on the edge of the sofa, then he knelt between her legs. “Lean back, so you can see us,” he requested, and she shifted until she was able to watch. He slid into her again, and his eyes never left her as she pushed herself forward, her hips angling closer to the sofa's edge, giving her a clear view of his cock sliding in and out of her, getting wetter and wetter with every thrust.
"Yes, Max! Like that!"
He'd hit the right spot, and she was writhing and sweating as another climax hit her, and her body clutched him so tight he almost lost it with her. But, he was determined to leave her with a memory that would make her forget anyone but him.
"Play with your tits for me, baby."
She did, her hands rough with her desperate passion. She tugged so hard on her nipples he wondered if she felt pain rather than pleasure, then the thought vanished when her head fell back and she moaned long and loud. “Faster, Max. Hard and fast."
He pulled her off the sofa and sat back, still on his knees. Her legs hit the floor on either side of him and she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and claimed his mouth in a kiss that threatened their ability to breathe. She rocked in his lap, and his hands on her hips kept her bouncing on him, her breasts rubbing sensuously against his chest. As the roar in his ears grew to a fevered pitch, Max drove into her again, buried fully in her as the first pulse of his orgasm surged through him and flooded into her. Her arms tightened around his neck and her inner walls convulsed around his cock, her muscles rippling, drawing out every drop he had to give.
"You're amazing,” Kaylee whispered.
"You're pretty fucking amazing yourself, lady,” he laughed.
"Do you really have to go?"
He sighed, the sound heavy with reluctance. “Yeah, I do."
She nodded and eased away, her grin shaky when their bodies separated a
nd a silvery thread of sticky moisture leaked free and stained her thighs. Pearly drops beaded in her pubic hair and she touched herself, then brought the essence to her lips and tasted it. Max felt a prickle of renewed lust spark in his groin. It was surprising, given the explosive level of their passion only minutes earlier.
"How about a shower?"
He laughed. “If I shower with you, I'll never get out of here tonight."
"Max?"
Her tone was sweet, persuasive, and he was immediately suspicious. “Yeah?"
"How would you like to fuck me with your tongue?"
He groaned. “Save it for tomorrow, Kaylee,” he pleaded. “I promise you, baby, I'll be more than happy to indulge any fantasy your imagination can create."
"Tomorrow?"
He stood up, had to grab the chair for a minute as his legs almost buckled, and she continued to look at him.
"C'mon, let's have that shower."
By the time they returned to the living room twenty minutes later, most of the playfulness had left her mood. She was serious and withdrawn. He hated it. But, he did have to leave.
"I'll be back as quick as I can, Kaylee.” He was dressed again, and she was wrapped in a thick, velvet robe.
She nodded. “Sure."
He drew her into his arms and kissed her deeply, his lips lingering for long minutes. When the kiss ended, he held her close, hugging her tight to him. “Drop by the bar around lunch time if you're free, and we'll have that dinner before coming back here."
"I thought I'd already turned down your invitation to dinner."
Max grinned. “That was before you let me stay."
"And you think that changes things somehow?” she queried, humor in her voice and eyes.
"Doesn't it?” he countered, sure again of himself.
"I'll think about it,” she conceded.
"Good. See you tomorrow,” he headed for his car, waving back at her as she stood in the doorway, shaking her head.
For a long time after Max had left, Kaylee sat in the darkness, torn between the very real pleasure of having given in to her wilder side and being his lover, and the more realistic part of her soul that was very certain she'd destroyed some innate part of who she had always been. There was no neutral ground, and she was still pondering the ambivalence she felt when she went to bed. Deep inside her, she knew Max Richmonte had the power to change a great deal about her. If she let it happen.
* * * *
Parked outside the Silver Dollar, Kaylee wondered if she should go in, or leave without Max ever knowing she'd come to meet him. Leaving would be the easier of the two options before her; but she knew she'd only have to explain to him later, because he would come looking for her, of that she was certain. He'd already proven he was as tenacious as he was handsome. In the light of day, their sex was taking on the feel of an erotic dream, something that wasn't quite real. She blushed scarlet every time she recalled the things they'd said to each other. Especially the things she'd said to him. The memory of her voice, ragged with need, whispering desperately "I want your cock so much it hurts..."
Pushing away the recollection, she sighed heavily and gave in to what her heart wanted anyway.
Kaylee glanced around as she walked up to the bar; none of the faces she'd expected to see were there. A tiny knot of tension began in her stomach and she forced a smile when the pretty blonde bartender stopped in front of her.
"I'm supposed to meet Max Richmonte for lunch,” Kaylee said quietly.
"Are you Kaylee Masterson?” the bartender asked.
She nodded.
"Max left this for you,” she said and handed over an envelope. She was gone a moment later, busy with a new customer.
Kaylee stared at the envelope, a mixture of anger and uneasiness churning in the pit of her stomach. She turned and headed back to her car, needing to open the missive with no one watching.
The note was succinct enough: Kaylee, Had to make an unexpected business trip. Will call when I get back. See you soon. Max
"I don't think so, Mr. Richmonte,” she murmured softly. She folded the note and put it in her briefcase, then left the Silver Dollar.
Chapter 3
Almost a month later, Max approached the beach house. He wasn't expecting a warm welcome, but was compelled to see her again. He'd been so preoccupied with Kaylee Masterson since he'd left her that he'd almost gotten himself and Tommy killed. It was disturbing, but it also told him just how deeply he felt about her.
Kaylee answered the door, her surprise quickly suppressed behind cool indifference.
"Can I come in?” he asked.
"Certainly,” she stepped aside and let him pass. She followed him into the living room and watched as he looked around, taking in the packed boxes that were piled at one side of the hallway.
"You're leaving,” he said, tone flat.
"I told you I was only here temporarily.” She was due to leave in about an hour.
"Janelle said you hadn't stopped by or called the bar,” he observed.
"Would you like a drink, Max?” she asked. There was no reason not to be polite, since she wouldn't be seeing him again.
"Yeah, beer's fine,” he told her. “Are we still on for dinner?"
She smiled and handed him a beer from the small ‘fridge behind the bar.
"I'm afraid not,” she answered. “I'm on my way home.” She paused, and her smile widened. “I have to admit, I admire your nerve."
"Why's that?"
"You asked me to have dinner with you a month ago, and now you're here to find out if it's still on. That takes a whole lot of nerve, or almost no brains. And I know you're not deficient in the brain department.” Anymore than you're deficient in other areas, her mind concluded with a quick, appraising glance at his undeniably magnificent body.
Everything about Max screamed sensuality and self-confidence. His dark eyes were shrewd and missed no detail, however small. His chiseled good looks were the stuff of romance novels, and his physique was clear evidence that he spent hours working out. His smile was open and friendly, his lips full and enticing. His dark brown hair was cut stylishly short, the ends curling slightly at his neck. At the moment, dressed in black jeans, black t-shirt, and a lightweight leather jacket, he was the image of a dark dream.
Max smiled, and went to sit down. There was a small box on the coffee table and the words on the top page of many caught his attention.
"What's this?” he asked, picking up the page and glancing at the ones under it.
SIMPLY THE BEST by Vicki Storme, he read. “A book?” he questioned as he realized it was, in fact, a manuscript, typeset and ready to be delivered.
"Something I've been working on this summer,” she said, vaguely uneasy. She should have packed the bloody box and stored it in her case. It had to be picked up by an office courier, though, so she'd left it for a final look. The last person she wanted looking too closely at it was this man. “Would you mind closing the box, Max?” she requested, and pretended she didn't notice the quiver in her voice.
"What is it?” he wondered, genuinely curious.
"It's an erotic novel,” she finally relented and gave him the reply he wanted. “It will be published next year if the editor likes the final draft."
Max's interest was piqued and he flipped a few pages, scanning them briefly.
"What's it about?” he asked when he saw the tiny smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
The silence seemed to deepen as she debated an answer, then she shrugged, the gesture suddenly very casual.
"You,” she informed him, her voice very soft, almost breathless. “It's about you, Mr. Richmonte."
Max stared, unable to form any kind of reply as she watched him, her smile growing.
"Me?” He grinned at her burst of laughter. “That's why you were at the bar so much, making notes?"
"Watching my inspiration,” she commented. Now that he knew, the secrecy didn't seem like a thing that had ever been necessary. �
�You're the kind of guy who could inspire a great number of fantasies, Max Richmonte. I know, I've already lived a couple with you, remember?"
"I haven't been able to think about much else since the night I left here,” he replied with total honesty.
"Max, this really isn't going to work. I don't even know why you left. Business. That could mean a lot of things."
"I work for a division of National Security, Kaylee. Unofficially. We're a three-man team. Tommy's the pilot. Kevin is the computer genius. And I'm the sniper. Sometimes I bring in a couple of other specialists. Marg Peters and T.J. Windsor. Marg is my bar manager, but she's also ex-MI-5. Her field is linguistics. T.J. is just plain lethal in hand to hand combat, as well as exotic weaponry."
She swallowed, hard.
"That's unbelievable."
"It doesn't leave much room for a life,” he admitted. “Which is why I've just taken myself out of the game. I want a life with you. I knew that when I left here. Now that I'm looking at you again, I know it was the right decision."
"That's all there is to it?” She shook her head. “It can't be that easy, Max."
"It is for me,” he declared, utterly serious. “I want to be with you, honey. I want us to see where this leads. I'm hoping for a future. I haven't done that in years."
"I don't know, Max. This is a lot to take in."
Her face was pale and there was fear in her eyes, not the fire he wanted to see there.
"I want you, Kaylee. And,” he paused, watching her closely, “I think you want me, too."
"I don't know what I want,” she whispered, her voice shaky.
"All of you, Max,” he said close to her ear when he went to stand in front of her. “Fuck me hard, baby."
She remembered the words, and everything else about that incredible night.
"I want to fuck you again, baby,” he assured her, his eyes serious. “I want to spend the rest of my life filling you with my dick, my fingers, my tongue. I want to suck your clit and kiss your pussy, and fuck your gorgeous tits. In the middle of the god-damn mission the only thing I could think about was getting inside you again. Every time I thought about that night I got a hard on that made me crazy.” She was struggling for breath, and his hands tugged open her blouse and he peeled down the cups of her bra, exposing her pebbled nipples. “You're wet just thinking about how good I'm gonna make you feel, aren't you, baby."
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