“Ok. Well, you better get going. It looks like the concierge is about to wet himself.”
She looked over toward the desk and the man standing there looked like a nervous puppy. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Frank.”
“Have fun tonight, Chrissy.” Frank went back to leaning against the pillar with his nose in his phone.
Chrissy walked the short distance over to the desk. “Hello, I’m—”
“We know who you are, Ms. Benson. Please follow me.”
With a shrug, Chrissy walked with the young man. They walked through the hotel. She had been there almost two months and didn’t recognize where they were. She really hoped she didn’t end up on one of those true crime shows she watched. As they walked through the darkened corridor she began to worry. Then it opened, and she stopped, stunned.
Little lights illuminated a winding path. It was dark except for the lit path. The stars were out in the night sky with no moon. Chrissy’s heart began to pound harder.
“Just follow the path, Ms. Benson.” The concierge smiled at her. “Enjoy your evening.”
Chrissy watched him walk away. With a deep breath she stepped onto the path. Each step she took lights lit up around her. Gorgeous twinkle lights entwined through the bushes and on the trees. She was in so much awe with the motion censored lights that she didn’t notice what was in front of her. A raised platform held a table for two. Approaching the platform, a sight that took her breath away stepped in front of the table. Max stood there with tan linen pants and a white button-down shirt. With his expertly styled hair and gloriously tanned skin he looked every bit the movie star he was. Her eyes landed on the beautiful light blue flower he held. When she met his eyes, the look on his face left her speechless.
“Oh, my...” he said, breathlessly.
“Do you like it?” Chrissy twirled not so gracefully when the heel of her sandal got caught on the path and she almost fell into a bush. Strong arms saved her from falling.
“You take my breath away. I literally couldn’t breathe when I saw you.”
Chrissy turned in his arms. “You’re pretty hot yourself, Mr. Hamilton.” She kissed him lightly.
Squeezing her waist, he smirked down at her. “Well, I am a movie star, after all.”
She pulled away enough to smack him on the shoulder. “Asshole.”
“No, you don’t.” He pulled her in and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.
After a bit too long, they broke apart. Chrissy looked into his desire filled gaze and wanted to scrap the dinner all together. Before she could tell him what she really wanted he linked their fingers together and walked her to the table.
“Oh. I got this for you, too.” Max handed her the flower.
“This is gorgeous. It matches my dress perfectly. What kind of flower is it?”
“It’s called a watercolor orchid. I thought of your eyes when I saw it.” He leaned close to her ear. “It made me hard.”
Chrissy furrowed her brow. “You got hard from a flower? Well, you definitely don’t need me around.” She pretended to start to leave.
Max gripped her wrist and stopped her. “Smartass. You know what I meant.” He smacked her on her butt making her jump.
“Hey…watch the foreplay.” She walked over to the chair. He was there before she could move it and he held it out for her.
In a deep voice he said, “I haven’t even begun that, sweetheart.”
A blush creeped up her neck. She reached out to the glass of water in front of her and took a drink stopping her from saying something ridiculous like that she loved him. After her drink she cleared her throat and said, “You really went all out, Max.”
Max sat in the chair across from her crossing his arms flexing his tattooed forearms. “Let me ask you something.”
“Ok.”
“Did you enjoy today?”
“Of course, I did. Who wouldn’t enjoy a day of pampering?” she asked.
He nodded. “I know a certain mother who cares for so many people she never takes the time to care for herself.” Shaking his head, he said, “Except when she takes the time to read those fake highlander romances.”
“Shut up! I love those sexy men. Several of them are my book boyfriends.” She laughed at the horrified look on his face.
“When we get back to L.A. remind me to show you what a real highlander looks like.”
Her mind immediately went to him in a kilt and nothing else. It got really hot all of a sudden. Inadvertently she started fanning herself. When she caught herself it was too late. He had a triumphant grin.
“Like that idea.”
Did she like the idea? Hell, Yes!
“I’m sure you could pull it off.”
“Uh-huh.” Max decided to let it go and nodded to the plate in front of her. “There is the menu. I know you’re allergic to shellfish, so I made sure there was no sea life for dinner tonight. Take a look and tell me if that is ok.”
She took the sheet of paper and looked. A smile played on her lips. It was all her favorite foods. For an appetizer he had picked cheese fondue. Then he picked a spinach salad with vegetables, walnuts and a raspberry vinaigrette. For their main course it was a steak, medium, with cheddar mashed potatoes and broccoli. Dessert just had a question mark.
“What about dessert?”
He licked his lips and gave her a heated look. “When that comes around there are a variety of options so that was something I wanted you to pick.”
Giving him her own heated look, she said, “I am ready for dessert now.”
A deep, very masculine laugh gave her goosebumps. It took everything in her to ignore the little voice telling her to clear the table and let him take her right there.
When she was about to do just that, a waiter she hadn’t known was around stepped up with a bottle of red wine. “Wine, ma’am?”
Without taking her eyes off Max she said, “Yes, please.”
The wine filled their glasses then a waitress arrived with the cheese fondue. It smelled so good her stomach growled. Embarrassed she clamped both hands over her stomach. He let out another panty drenching laugh.
“I’m guessing you’re hungry.”
A breathy laugh escaped her. “Just a little.”
“Didn’t you eat today?” he said, concerned.
“I had a little, but I was kind of nervous.”
“Nervous? Why?”
Chrissy could feel heat filling her cheeks. “I wasn’t sure what to expect. I really wanted to ask you, but you weren’t around. You were on my mind all day.”
Max reached out and held her hand. “I missed you, too.”
She focused on the fondue instead of the sexy man in front of her. He really wasn’t making things easy for her. As she ate the fondue, she couldn’t help but imagine herself licking the cheese off of his washboard abs.
She needed to get herself together. If she didn’t, she’d be vaulting over the fondue like an Olympic gymnast.
She was ready to get her gold medal in the bedroom games.
Chapter 36
Stuck the Landing
After another sip of wine her eyes were drawn to something behind Max. “What is that?”
“What?” Max said innocently.
“That looks like a bed.” She pointed to the hidden cabana.
A large cloud-like bed sat in the middle of the cabana. More twinkle lights were intertwined with gauzy curtains that created a dreamlike vision. It was so warm and inviting. Chrissy was torn. One part of her brain was appalled at his presumptuousness. The horny part of her brain said, “Yes. Please. Now.”
A blush colored Max’s cheek. “Well, I kind of thought tonight would be the night.”
“Oh, did you now?” Chrissy smirked at him. “Is that my payment for today?”
His eyes bulged. “What? That isn’t what I meant at all.”
Chrissy laughed. While she laughed the waiter removed the fondue and another left their salads. Even after the wonderful fondue she was
still starving. Digging into the salad each crisp bite tasted like heaven on her tongue. She was halfway through her salad when she realized they hadn’t spoken since she asked if it was payment.
Looking over to Max she watched as he just pushed the leaves around his plate. She placed her fork down and took a sip of the sweet wine then said, “You know I don’t really think you want sex for payment, right?”
Max met her gaze. “I wasn’t sure. When you didn’t say anything, I wondered if I royally fucked up. The bed wasn’t even my idea.”
“Whose idea was it?”
“Well…Jeremiah may have suggested it.”
She laughed again. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
“I’m sorry if it crossed the line,” he apologized.
Chrissy looked him in the eye when she said, “You didn’t cross any line. I’ve been trying to get you to want to have sex with me for weeks.” She looked away from him. “I was starting to wonder if you were even interested in me that way.”
Silence met her confession. Maybe she’d revealed too much. Just when she thought her thinking had been correct, she felt strong hands grip her arms pulling her out of her chair. Max’s lips crashed into hers. Their tongues tangled in a dance that made her melt. His hands flexed on her waist pulling her flush against him.
He broke their kiss and stared down with such a heated look she was surprised her clothes weren’t in ashes. “Don’t ever think I don’t want to have sex with you. I’ve wanted that since the first time I met you. Don’t you realize that I take cold showers every day I wake up next to you? I wanted you to know there was so much more to us than hot sex.” He grinned then said, “And it will be hot sex.”
Words failed her. When she finally stopped blinking like an idiot she said, “Ok.”
“Ok. Let’s finish dinner because I’m dying to see that dress on the floor.” He tapped her ass then walked back to his seat.
The rest of their dinner went smoothly. It was delicious and on more than one occasion Max had to ask her to stop moaning. Each time she’d look at him innocently then go back to eating. When the waiter took the last of the dishes away music began to filter from hidden speakers.
“Damn, I totally forgot about this,” he said.
“What?”
He bit his lip then said, “I thought we might dance a bit after dinner.”
Her heart swelled. However, when Max got up and walked to her the butterflies in her stomach began to dance as if they were the Rockettes.
“Dance?” He held his hand out to her.
She nodded as he pulled her to her feet. Taking her into his arms they swayed to a song singing about eternal love. Chrissy couldn’t help but feel like everything she’d gone through in her life had gotten her to that moment with Max. In his arms, dancing to a song about love. Her inner teenage girl was swooning.
She licked her lips then kissed his neck. She felt him shiver under her hands. “Would you be opposed to moving this over there?” Tilting her head toward the bed she watched him grin.
Max bent at the knees then swept her into his arms. “Anything you want, love.”
“Oh, goodie.” Chrissy giggled. She didn’t know who she was right then but that giggly twit was about to get some Max Hamilton between her thighs.
Laying her sweetly on the bed, she watched him untie the gauzy flaps. Watching him move around the cabana was making her even wetter than she was. She knew what he would find when he lifted her skirt. When the side flaps were down, he turned and looked at her while he unbuttoned his shirt.
Max threw the shirt down then said, “Stand.”
Chrissy scurried off the bed. She felt like a puppy that needed to sit to get a pat on the head. Taking in the sex god that stood in front of her, her eyes roamed over his defined pecks and arms. She felt drool beginning to pool in her mouth.
Do Not Drool! She refused to ruin their time together by acting like a complete idiot.
Max’s hand reached her waist and slid up taking the zipper in hand. Slowly she felt the fabric part underneath the zipper. Max’s eyes didn’t leave hers. After the zipper was lowered, he pushed the spaghetti strap down her arm. Leaning in he kissed her neck down to her collarbone over to her shoulder. Chrissy sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. That man’s mouth was magic. While she was lost in her ecstasy the dress had slid down her body pooling at her feet.
“Step.” He held his hand out for her to step out of the dress.
Her eyes blinked open, momentarily confused. Placing her hand in his she stepped gingerly out of the pooled fabric.
“Sit.”
Chrissy looked at him. He appeared to be barely keeping it together. Passion and desire filled the fire in his eyes. Dear Lord, this man could kill her with a look like that.
“Scoot back. Let me see you.”
Her body followed his every command. It was like she was attuned to his wants and needs. Which in turn would allow him to fulfill hers.
“Do you even know how beautiful you are right now? I am barely stopping myself from taking what I want.”
“I’m not stopping you, Max.”
His grin turned up one side of his mouth. “I know, sweetheart.”
Max approached the bed. He ran the tips of his fingers up her leg. Goosebumps followed his touch. Chrissy’s eyes took in his broad chest and strong tattooed arms. His fingers found their way to the edge of her panties.
“I knew you’d look sexy as hell in these. But I really want them off.” Max hooked his fingers in her panties sliding them down her legs.
Though she was still covered with her bra she felt exposed. Pressing her thighs together gave her a semblance of modesty and helped to ease the ache that throbbed with each prolonged touch.
“Why are you closing your legs, love?” That strange lilt she’d heard before lingered on his words.
“I feel exposed,” she said softly.
Max kneeled on the bed and pulled her legs apart. She gave little resistance. Watching his reaction to her newly waxed pussy turned her on even more. The fire in his gaze made it feel like he was touching her everywhere he looked. A rush of impatience hit her, and she sat up attempting to take her bra off.
“Wait,” he said. “I want to do that.”
Chrissy let her arms drop. He stared into her eyes as he reached behind her, unclasping the bra. The restrictive garment fell to the floor where her panties lay. She lay back against the pillows staring at Max. The back of his hand ran down her breast to the puckered nipple.
He looked up at her as he played with her nipple. With her eyes, she begged for more. She needed more from him. He was torturing her. A growl left him, and he ducked his head down taking her nipple into his mouth. Rolling the tight bud between his tongue and teeth caused her to shiver. His heated gaze never left her as he sucked her nipple and rolled the other between his fingers.
Chrissy rolled her hips begging for more. She was too busy moaning to use words. Max switched breasts then using his free hand, he glided down her stomach to her smooth pussy. She spread her thighs for him encouraging his exploration. Using one finger he lightly played with her clit. It felt like lightning had struck her. She arched pushing her breasts toward him and allowing him deeper access to her. The finger that was building her orgasm with her clit moved and slid between her lips. She was so wet it just went right in.
Her nipple popped out of his mouth. “Jesus, baby, you are so wet.”
She felt her face flame.
“Is this for me?” He cupped her pussy.
“It’s all for you, Max.” She moaned as he pushed two fingers in.
“That’s right, Chrissy. This pussy is mine. I’m going to make sure you feel me even when I’m not inside you.” He pumped his fingers in and out.
She felt her orgasm building. If he kept that up, she’d be coming faster than a virgin being touched for the first time. Max slowed his fingering to kiss his way down her body. He lightly kissed her hip bones causing her to jump.
“If you don’t get down to business, Max, I will just take things into my own hands. This is killing me.” She reached down between her legs and he batted her hand away.
“Mine.” His tongue snaked out flicking her hard clit.
“Oh, God!” Chrissy laid back and moaned.
Max began pumping gently with two fingers then flicking her clit with his tongue. Just when she thought he’d let her come he’d stop and blow on her clit. After the third time, she sat up ready to put an end to it when he took her clit into his mouth, took one finger out of her wet pussy and slid it into her untouched puckered hole. With how wet she was it slid right in. The triple stimulation threw her over the edge, and she shook with her orgasm. She may have even passed out for a minute. One minute she was seeing fireworks and the next minute she was laying there looking up at the open roof of the cabana.
“Are you ok?” he asked between gentle kisses from her pussy leading to her hipbone.
“I’ll tell you in a minute. I think I may still be having another orgasm. I can’t tell.” She lay boneless.
“If you can’t tell then I didn’t do my job properly.” He lay back down and started his ministrations again.
“Oh, God! No!” Chrissy slid her hands over her pussy blocking Max from his treasure.
He kissed the hands blocking his way. “Do you want to stop there?”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now? Get those pants off and your penis inside me now!” Chrissy demanded.
Max laughed. Pulling away from her, he unbuttoned his pants. She looked at the large cock in front of her. Holy shit! It had been a while since she’d had sex and she was slightly worried mega cock would split her in half.
He must have seen the look on her face because he said, “We can take it slow.”
With those words Chrissy had made up her mind. That cock was going to be inside her if she had to tie him up and take advantage of him. He produced a condom out of thin air and rolled it onto the beast. Who knew they made condoms that big?
“Get on the bed, Max,” she demanded.
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