“Me neither.” Her fingernails dug into his shoulders and one of her feet lifted to climb his leg as she tried to fit her pussy against his cock. With his height it wasn’t happening for her, and he sensed her frustration.
He was going to have to fire himself for fraternizing with a…what? She wasn’t anything to him, he reminded himself. He’d met her while on the job.
Sort of.
Stalked her more like. And that made him a criminal.
He should be trailing his own ass and taking pictures.
A soft moan escaped Jordan’s lips, wringing Max out of his thoughts.
“Is this what you want, kamikaze?” He slipped his hand between them and cupped her mound.
She groaned with relief and ground herself on the heel of his hand, her perfect white teeth coming out to bite at her lower lip.
“Kamikaze?” Jordan gasped when he rubbed her harder through the denim she wore.
“Yeah.” He nibbled on her ear and hoped like hell his hand was somewhat hidden from view as they were still standing on the dance floor. A glance up showed no one was paying attention anyway.
If she thought anything about the nickname he’d given her, she’d already forgotten it. Her eyes were glazing over. She was close, he could tell by the way she held her body stiff.
But what he really wanted to see was just how limber she could be.
Max yanked his hand from between them but kept her tight to him. He spoke against her temple and rocked her down from her near climax.
“My place or yours?” Whichever was fucking closest he hoped. He was about to come without her even touching his most critical parts.
“Which is closest?”
He smiled. “I’m in Clayton.”
She angled her head back and looked appalled. “That’s too far.”
“So we go to your place. Unless you’re not comfortable with that. We can always go the hotel route.”
“I’m not far from here.”
He knew that, of course, having just followed her home from the studio and then to the bar, but tipping his hat to that knowledge would have her fleeing like a doe in the crosshairs. And rightfully so.
“You sure?” No matter what, he wasn’t into forcing a woman. He wanted her to feel safe.
“Positive. Let’s go.” She started tugging him across the floor, and he laughed. Minx.
Part of him wondered if his little pole-dancing kamikaze did this often—which pissed him off. The other part wondered, based on certain reactions he’d witnessed earlier from her, if she did this at all. She’d said she hadn’t done this in a while but what did that mean? A day, a month? A year?
A pole-dancing virgin? No way. He knew instinctively she was no virgin.
Damn. He suddenly hoped she had a practice pole at home. His dick hardened to the point of pain behind his fly at the image of a private dance, her in nothing but her panties…and then in nothing at all.
Jordan stopped at the table he’d seen her at before. A man now graced the seat she’d had.
“Hey, Jordan. This is Mike,” one of the girls said.
Jordan and her energy practically bounced. She tugged her coat off the back of Mike’s chair and jerked it on. It only served to remind Max he’d never taken his off.
“Nice to meet you. I’m leaving now.”
“But we just got here.” This from another of the women who knew exactly where Jordan was headed, based on the gleam in her eye.
“You stay then. I… We’re… This is Maximillian.” She sucked in a breath and Max narrowed his eyes. How the fuck had she known his name? “Max.” She turned to him. “Sorry about the Maximillian. It suited you. I really have no idea if that’s your real name.”
It suited him like a giant pimple on his ass. Maximillian was the name his mother had given him. His snob name. Then again when Jordan said it… “No problem.”
“Okay.” She turned back to her friends. “So. See you next week?”
“Uh-huh.” The third woman spoke this time, she too smiling with secret knowledge.
Jordan bent to retrieve something from beneath the table, giving Max a beautiful view of her perfect jeans-covered ass and a nice slice of skin where her shirt rode up. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from grabbing her hips and thrusting against her.
Time for that later. When there were no clothes to separate them.
When she straightened she held her helmet in her hand, and his erection ran off like a scared rabbit. Jesus Christ, he’d forgotten she had to ride that damn thing again. With all the coiled energy she was currently harboring, that bullet of hers was going to prove to be too much to handle.
He’d be wiping her body off the pavement instead of lifting her in his arms to bathe her after fucking her senseless. He fisted his hands. Max had been on the wrong end of a Glock protecting a governor, gotten stabbed twice, shot at when he was nine and attacked by a dog at thirteen but nothing, nothing scared him more than seeing his kamikaze on that bike.
“Alrighty then. Max?”
“Yep. Let’s go.” He put his hand just above her cute butt and escorted her to the door, dreading what was about to occur but powerless to do anything lest he give himself away. A chorus of goodbyes serenaded them out.
She walked quickly, matching her strides with his, obviously just as anxious to be with him as he was to be with her. Now he’d do anything to be heading back to his place in his car.
“You ride?” What the hell else was he going to say?
“Oh. Yeah. I’m not fast or anything so I think you’ll be able to keep up.” She winked at him. Actually fucking winked.
He wondered what she’d think of him if he admitted to her that watching her ride the fucking motorcycle made him a sweaty, nauseous mess.
Resting the helmet on the seat, Jordan pulled her hair into the ponytail as she’d done earlier. “Where are you parked?”
He nodded in the direction of the Chevy. Now more than ever he wished for his Lexus. What kind of man would she see him as to be driving what amounted to be an unmarked police car?
His fucking mother was showing through. Only a snob would think in terms of a woman seeing who he was by the car he drove.
Jordan yanked on the helmet and strapped it below her chin. He was tempted to knock on it to make sure it was real then try and tug it off to see if it was good and secure on her sweet noggin.
If he didn’t fucking get the image of her wrapped in road rash out of his head, he’d never be able to give them what they both wanted because his dick would remain permanently wilted.
Weren’t guys supposed to be turned on by chicks on bikes?
“I’m actually only about fifteen minutes from here.”
“Okay.” Should be more like twenty, but okay. He was turning into a fucking pussy. “Do you have a car?” he couldn’t resist asking.
“Yeah. For my job. Have to carry stuff. But I love my bike. Wouldn’t trade it for the world.”
He’d have to think of something to entice her away from it then.
Shit. What the hell, Jensen? She’s a fling when you should have unscrewed your dick and put it on the shelf, remember? Neither of them was looking for forever here.
He ripped his keys from his pocket in a vicious movement.
“Hey,” she said, putting her hand on his cheek and looking at him from behind the open visor. Damn helmet made her head look big, he groused silently.
“You okay with this?”
He wanted to yell “no” and throw her over his shoulder and stuff her into the backseat of his car. “I have a feeling you’re going to make me nervous on this thing.”
She laughed. “It’s not me I worry about, it’s everyone else.”
Exactly, goddamn it.
Her face went soft. “I want to kiss you.”
His dick went hard. “Kinda difficult with that thing on your head.”
“But you can take it off me when we get home. It and more,” she promised.
“Christ.”
She leaned as close as she could get with the helmet in the way and whispered near his ear. “I think I can make up for your nervousness of having to watch me ride.”
Max grabbed her helmet with both hands and rested his forehead on it so he could still see her. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
The vibration of the bike on her clit had not made her life any easier. It had been all she could do not to pull over and tell him to fuck trying to make it to her apartment. Was it possible to orgasm by motorcycle alone?
Jordan slipped off the seat after pulling into her spot next to her more sensible red Honda hatchback, a car she’d picked up used for a good price to haul all her cleaning supplies from job to job. Her mother would have a coronary if she ever saw Jordan’s modes of transportation. She smiled and patted the seat before yanking off the helmet and shaking her head.
If ever there was a time not to think about one’s mother, now was it.
Max’s headlights blinded her for a moment as he turned into an empty space three spots beyond hers. He drove the kind of car that perfectly blended in. Sort of like her hatchback. It reminded her of an unmarked police car. Could he be…? Nah. She hadn’t noticed a gun anywhere on his person, not that he couldn’t have taken it off. He had been at a bar after all, but he would have told her if he was a policeman.
Right?
Didn’t matter. He could be a chimney sweep for all she cared. She cleaned houses for a current living, wasn’t like she could talk about career choices.
Her heart stuttered when the top of his dark crew-cut head emerged. How the hell did he fit in there without causing himself some serious muscle pain?
Jordan licked her lips as he drew closer to her. Stalked was a more apt word. She felt like a lamb in front of the lion. What was that phrase she’d heard? Stupid lamb.
The corners of his lips turned up. His hand came up to cup her left cheek. She sucked in a breath and shivered at the touch. His lips descended onto hers and his tongue swept into her mouth.
Oh Jesus, was she ever the stupid, stupid lamb. Max would devour her whole and leave her a blubbering puddle of goo.
But by God she was going to enjoy every second of her consumption.
He tasted like mint now. Preparing for them to be together? So sweet. Jordan wrapped her arms around his neck and angled her head for better access. He deepened the kiss, taking what she offered willingly. Her clit tingled in response, her nipples hardened.
Her human pole was oh so enticing. She had to move this show inside.
Not to mention it was damn cold outside.
“I’m on the first floor,” she whispered against his mouth and gasped when his hand lowered to the small of her back and hugged her body to his. His erection pressed into her belly, telling her he was still just as interested as she.
He put his forehead on hers. “I don’t like that bike, kamikaze. Scares me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Are you?”
“Not so much.”
He smiled and tugged her head back with a fist in her hair. “I think you’ll have to make me hard again.”
Jordan hitched her leg up and put her knee over his hip, rubbing her pussy on his erection. “You don’t seem to be having trouble in that department.”
“Minx.”
“I think that’s one step up from kamikaze.”
He brought both hands around her and squeezed her buttocks. “You promised I could divest you of some clothes when we got here.” The soft growl at her ear sent a wave of goose bumps over her skin.
“So let’s go.”
Max turned her and with his hands on her shoulders followed her to the front door of her apartment. For a split second as she stuck the key in the lock, she wondered if she was completely insane for inviting someone she knew nothing about into her home.
Chapter Four
Max took a deep breath and shook off his wayward doubts. He was doing nothing wrong. Consensual sex with a beautiful woman who wasn’t in any way associated with a client.
Shit. He’d drive himself crazy with this line of thought. She’d come to him at Down Under, not the other way around.
Right, because following the woman wasn’t weird.
Jordan threw the door to her apartment open and stepped inside. Max hesitated until she turned and beckoned him with a crook of her finger and a come-get-me smile.
He was a man above all else and there wasn’t a man on the face of the earth who could resist the temptation before him. He shrugged out of his leather jacket and dropped it inside the foyer before kicking the door shut behind him with his heel. His intention had been to grasp Jordan’s face in his hands and seize her lips but she had other ideas.
She leapt on him, pushing him back on the door. He caught her under her ass, holding her squirming form as she attacked his mouth like a starving animal. So much for running the show.
Panting, Jordan jerked back and stared at him. “Wait.”
Wait? She wanted him to wait?
“I just want you to know I don’t do this often. Never. I never do this. Well not since college anyway and even then I didn’t do it a lot—”
Max held her in one arm and put a finger over her mouth. “Shh.”
Chest still heaving, she closed her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about. You say no, we stop. Easy as that.” Please God, don’t say no.
“I won’t say no.” She wiggled out of his hold, her eyes glittering with a heat that made him hard as granite.
She slipped to her knees, her gaze never leaving his, her fingernails trailing down his abdomen to stop at the button fly of his jeans where she deftly unbuttoned him.
“Fuck.” Max fisted his hands as her fingers slipped into the waist of his jeans and boxers and slowly pushed them to his knees. His T-shirt got hung up for a second on his dick where it jutted out. He forced himself not to take her head in his hands and thrust into her mouth. He had to let her set the pace.
“Mmm.”
Mmm? What the hell did “mmm” mean? Mmm, yum, I want to lick you dry, or Mmm, I’m not sure I can do this?
Jordan surveyed him from every angle, and despite the fact that Max stood six foot two, weighed two hundred pounds and could take down an opponent in about twenty different ways, he suddenly found himself self-conscious. If he were a virgin, he might find his erection wilting under the scrutiny.
“Sorry. Just deciding where to start.”
Shit. Max closed his eyes and swallowed. “You don’t have to do this, Jordan.”
“Oh, yes, I do.” Without touching him she leaned in and pressed her tongue to the base of his penis.
The saliva got caught in his throat, choking him.
She licked him from root to tip, pausing to flick across the sensitive bundle of nerves of the frenulum, which made his eyes cross, before settling at the weeping hole and sucking the head into the hot recesses of her mouth.
“Oh. Shit.”
He’d had blow jobs before. Many of them. In the past. So why was this one so different?
She sank down farther on him, attempting to take all of him. He didn’t want her to choke and brought his hand up to her hair to pull her back.
She slapped his hand away.
“Damn it, Jordan.”
“Mmm.”
Oh, motherfucker, Jesus Christ. The hum sizzled along his dick to the base of his spine. His head hit the door with a thunk just as the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. When he glanced down she’d taken his entire length. Holy. Shit.
Jordan backed off, her tongue doing some wicked swirl along the way, and her cheeks hollowing with the force of her suction. She released him with a pop. One of her hands cupped his balls and the other wrapped around his cock. She pulled downward on his sac while twisting her spit-slicked fingers around the base, creating a dual sens—ah, make that tri sensation. Her lips surrounded the head again.
“Jordan…” he cau
tioned. He was seriously close to coming in a seriously short amount of time.
“Mmm.”
Oh, payback was going to be sweet. He slammed his head against the door once more and gripped the wood trim with his fingertips.
Sweat beaded on his forehead. His knees wobbled like a virgin’s. He shifted his stance, widening his feet as far as his jeans-hampered legs would allow him for better balance.
And then she touched him, a fingertip pressure behind his balls, pushing on his perineum, making him gasp.
“Shit.” He couldn’t remember ever being reduced to one-word phrases while getting sucked off.
The finger moved farther back to the tight ring of his anus. Max’s eyes rolled back. There was nothing he could do to hold out, not with a finger on his ass, a tug on his balls, a twist on his dick and a vacuum on his cock head.
The room spun as the warning tingle became more like an explosion.
At the last second Max had a moment of clarity and reached out to somehow try and pull Jordan’s mouth off his dick.
She protested and he lost the battle. Her fingers gripped him tight, squeezing and caressing the base of his cock as he pulsed unendingly into her mouth.
Jordan sat back on her heels and looked up at him, that sly little gleam in her eyes.
Max tried to clear his mind but one thing raged to the forefront.
“Where the fuck did you learn to do that?”
Jordan felt inordinately pleased with herself. She’d nearly brought Maximillian to his knees.
Why did the name Maximillian sound like someone who should run in her family’s circle? And, ew, why was she thinking about them? They were the last thing she wanted to think of at the moment. Not when she had a hot, willing, sexy man at her disposal.
She grabbed his hand, intent on pulling him down the darkened hallway toward her bedroom, only to get yanked to a stop.
“Pants around the knees, kamikaze. When I trip, we’ll be lying on the floor instead of in your bed.”
“Then take them off.”
His eyes widened a fraction of an inch and when she looked down she saw that his cock had responded in kind, only way more than a fraction.
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