She nipped at my bottom lip, and it surprised me so much that a deep growl vibrated through my chest. My cock was stiff and ready in my pants. I could fuck her out here, right in the open. I bet nobody would know, and it would be hot as hell. Too bad I wanted to take my time with her for the first time. She was uncharted wilderness that I was eager to explore, and this balcony wasn’t the right venue to do so. It was, however, perfect for this kiss, this release of our desires. She wasn’t holding back anymore and neither was I, and I wanted her to know that.
I wanted her to taste my hunger, a hunger only she could taste.
It was a good thing I hadn’t decided to give in to my urges, however, because at that moment the French door creaked open and we were no longer alone.
Chapter 14
Emma
My head was spinning. Never before had a kiss made me so dizzy, or sapped so much of my mental ability. I clung onto Max not just because I wanted to, but because I thought I might fall into oblivion, my own personal rabbit hole of sexual need, if I didn’t.
I barely registered that other people had emerged onto the balcony, but it suddenly explained why Max had stopped kissing me. He was looking behind him at who’d interrupted us, but he turned to me a second later with a devious smile.
“Want to get out of here?” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair out of my face.
I nodded weakly, still lacking the capacity for words.
Max backed away, offering his hand. I took it gratefully and let him lead me back inside and to our table, where I’d left my clutch. Willow had texted me about a million times so far, but I hadn’t answered any of them and I got the impression I wasn’t going to get the chance anytime soon.
I still couldn’t believe Max had kissed me. Well, I could since he’d been less than furtive about his intentions all evening, but still. Max kissed me.
Max Westfield, billionaire CEO and charming playboy, kissed me, Emma Valentine, recent singleton, but at least no longer homeless.
And God, was it ever good! He kissed like he’d been born to, like it was his God-given mission to kiss the living daylights out of every girl he met until their lips were numb. It was so surreal that I spent the entire walk to the front exit processing it. When I found myself standing in front of our limo once again, the reality of the situation hit me hard.
I didn’t so much slide into the limo as I did float into it, followed closely by Max, who snuggled right up to me on the seat and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I was still wearing his jacket, and I hoped I never had to take it off. It was warm, it smelled like him, and I felt special wearing it. I wasn’t his assistant anymore. I mean, I still was, but in this moment in particular I was his date. Full stop. Not his date who also happened to be his assistant—just his date.
And damn, did it feel good.
The car began to move, and Max looked down at me with a sexy smile. “You’re an unexpectedly good kisser,” he said.
“Unexpectedly?” I asked, my voice laden with indignation.
He laughed. “I just mean that you seem so innocent. Then you kiss like you know exactly what you’re doing.”
“I do, thank you very much,” I said, sticking my nose in the air. I was secretly delighted by his compliment, but there was no way in hell I was going to show it.
“I hope there’s still room for me to teach you a few things.” Max’s breath tickled my ear. He leaned in even further, nibbling on my earlobe. I let out a quiet moan.
“I’m sure we can perform an exchange of knowledge,” I said. “That sounds... good.” I moaned again as he blew cool air onto the spot he’d kissed. “So good.”
Max angled my face toward him and kissed me, hard and deep. Once again I was swept along by the moment, by the feel of his lips roughly dominating my own. His stubble scraped my cheek, tickling me, adding to the flurry of sensations I was experiencing.
His hand found the hem of my skirt and hiked it up, exposing my legs to the tops of my thighs. My breath caught when his fingers trailed along the exposed skin, taunting me. Teasing me.
“I don’t think I can wait until we’re back at my place,” he said. “I’ve waited long enough.”
I nodded feverishly. “Yes. Please.”
I didn’t know what I was begging for but I knew that I needed it. Max dove into my neck, kissing along the crook of my throat as his hand slid under my dress, inching toward my throbbing sex. I already knew that my panties were soaked, and when he brushed the pads of his fingers across them and made that discovery for himself, he growled.
“Fuck Emma, you’re so sexy.”
I bit my lip to keep from moaning and arched my hips up reflexively, urging him to take his exploration deeper.
Those talented fingers dipped under the top of my panties, sliding along my wet seam before plunging between my folds. I cried out at the unexpected wave of pleasure that hit me, rolling my hips again, this time easing his fingers further inside of me. His thumb stroked my clit, and his mouth trailed hot kisses along my jaw that left me gasping for air.
“Your pussy feels so good on my fingers.” He captured my bottom lip and bit down hard enough to send a jolt of delicious pain through me. “I can’t wait to see how you feel around my cock.”
Lance had never talked dirty to me in bed before. I hadn’t thought I liked it, but somehow when it came from Max it was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. I didn’t know what to say back, but I couldn’t speak anyway. All I could do was moan.
“Does that feel good baby?” Max asked, even though he knew it felt amazing.
“Yes,” I sighed. “God yes.”
Max rewarded me by sinking another digit into my heat, stretching me further. I couldn’t help myself from moving against his hand. I was lost in a spiral of pleasure, and the only way out was up. And hell, I was on my way up.
Max’s mouth covered mine again. He kissed me slowly, like he was sucking nectar from my lips. I opened up to him and buried my hands in his hair, holding him tight to my face and refusing to let go.
I was overcome with sensations. The world around me narrowed down to Max’s mouth on mine, his fingers stroking me, his other arm anchoring me against him like I might try to go and he might try to stop me. It was so hot, so unlike anything I’d ever experienced, that I could already tell I was going to climax just from his fingers.
I had to break the kiss just to breathe, as the current of feeling swelled and I went under. I screwed my eyes shut, mouth falling open in a silent scream as the first wave of pure pleasure hit me like a semi. I curled forward around Max, resting my head against his shoulder as the waves kept coming, hard and fast. It was so good that I wanted to cry.
Max slowly retracted his hand while I recovered, pulling my dress back down and hoisting my legs up and onto his lap. I looked up to question what he was doing, but he was already pulling me over to cradle me in his arms. I fell back against his shoulder, overwhelmed by both pleasure and the sweetness of his gesture. He kissed me lightly on the lips, and I could feel his smile.
“I hope you’re not too worn out for more,” he murmured.
I laughed. “Not even close.”
“Good, because I’m not even slightly finished with you.”
“I can tell,” I said, wiggling my butt against his rock hard bulge. Christ, he felt huge. Was there anything Max Westfield didn’t have going for him?
He groaned, a deep husky sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Careful, baby. I don’t want the first time I fuck you to be in the back of a limo, but you’re testing my restraint.”
I liked that I was testing his restraint. I liked that I had that kind of power over him. He was the most powerful man I knew, and yet I was reducing him to his baser nature using just my body. I’d never felt so powerful and alive. And I’d never been so turned on.
“How much further is it to your place?” I asked.
“Good question.” He leaned over to the window and looked out, squinting against t
he tinted glass. Then he swore. “I forgot to tell the driver we weren’t going back to yours first.”
“That’s okay. I wouldn’t mind changing out of this dress.”
“Absolutely not.” He gave me a hard look. “I will personally be taking that dress off of you or it won’t be coming off at all.”
My heart picked up and I couldn’t stop a giggle from escaping my lips. “Yes, sir.”
“If you’d like to grab anything else though, I will permit it.”
“How kind of you.”
“I aim to please.”
I sighed happily. “You certainly do.”
When we rolled up in front of Willow’s apartment building a couple minutes later, though, my good mood quickly evaporated.
“No,” I said. “No, no, no!”
“What?” Max followed my gaze to the window.
I couldn’t see for sure who it was standing just outside the apartment complex, but I would recognize that tall lanky frame from anywhere.
“It’s my ex-boyfriend.” I disentangled myself from Max’s lap. “The famous Lance.”
Chapter 15
Max
Emma practically leapt out of the car, not even waiting for the driver to come open the door. I cursed and followed her, wishing I’d just remembered to tell him to go straight back to my place. I was an idiot. Now look what had happened.
I followed after Emma, stopping just outside the limo and giving the guy she was storming toward an incredulous look. That was Lance?
He was tall, probably nearly as tall as me, but barely half as wide. Either he’d never filled out after high school or was living proof that they still used the rack as a torture device. I found myself wishing for a strong breeze to take him out of the equation so I could get back to the way things were before his sudden and decidedly unwelcome arrival.
I could see what he might have to offer besides being able to serve as a decent scarecrow stand in, as he wasn’t a bad looking guy. His dark hair was cut stylishly, framing his male-model cheekbones and well-defined jaw. I still thought Emma was way out of his league, but I’d been picturing him as a literal troll this whole time, so it was a step up from that.
“What the fuck is this?” Lance yelled at the approaching redhead. He pointed to me, to the limo, then to the dress she wore. “Have you started escorting now, huh?”
Then again, maybe he was a literal troll.
“Hey!” I yelled, already striding toward him. “Don’t fucking talk to her like that.”
Emma spun on her heel and put a palm up to stop me. “I’ve got this Max. Please.” She turned back to Lance, who she now stood a few feet across from, and leveled an accusatory finger at him. “As for you, how dare you talk to me like that!”
“I call it like I see it, toots,” he sneered. “It’s not my fault I came over here to talk, only to have you show up in a limo like some sort of kept prostitute.”
“I said don’t talk to me like that!” Emma snapped. “You broke up with me, remember? Did you think I was going to sit around and wait for you to change your mind?”
I liked Emma standing up for herself. Lance, on the other hand, did not. I could tell by his expression that he’d expected her to take whatever punishment he meted out. It was clearly how their relationship had worked before. I couldn’t imagine him being any less of a dick than he was being now, and wondered why Emma hadn’t been the one to make the break. Either way, I was happy that she was finished with him.
“I expected you not to get down like a wanton hussy the moment my back was turned,” Lance hissed.
I rolled my eyes. “Toots? Hussy? Where the hell did you find this guy, Emma? The 1920s?”
Both Emma and Lance glared at me. Emma’s glare was colored by a hint of amusement. Lance’s was absolutely riddled with hatred.
“Why are you still here? Go home,” Lance said, trying his best to intimidate me.
“He’s here because I want him to be,” Emma replied. “And as far as you’re concerned, well... you’re not. This has nothing to do with you and I think you need to leave.”
Lance’s face took on an even darker cherry shade. He gritted his teeth, looking back and forth between Emma and me while he mulled this over. Clearly, the guy had come here with some sort of intent and I was messing up his plans. Good. He was messing up mine, too.
Lance turned his body away from mine, like he could ignore my very presence if his back was to me. Even though he spoke a little quieter, I could still hear his pleas.
“Em, please. Just talk to me a little, okay? I’m sorry about what I said. I just wanna talk.”
Emma’s gaze flashed over to me and I made a show of looking elsewhere. She could handle this. I wanted more than anything to grab Lance by the collar and toss him out onto the street, but that wouldn’t endear Emma to me. I wasn’t going to leave her either, though. Not with this guy. He was wound up like a spring and I didn’t trust him not to do something rash.
“This is not a good time,” she said. “And after the way you’re acting, I don’t think any time is a good time. The things you’ve said tonight are a good reminder of how you treated me while we were together.”
“I treated you like a princess!”
Emma snorted. I chuckled a little too, because she looked like an actual princess right now and that was all my doing. I highly doubted Lance ever treated her half as well as I did, and I was only just getting started.
“Rather than trying to work on our relationship, you opted to toss me out like a bunch of expired produce,” she said, levelling an accusing finger at him. “You always criticized my weight, how I dressed, and the fact that I never went to college. And now that you’ve noticed I can get along just fine without you, you’ve come over out of the blue to try to make sure I don’t get too comfortable and to reassure yourself that I need you. Well guess what, Lance.” Emma crossed her arms, and the expression on her face was truly daunting. “I don’t need you. In fact, you’re just the opposite of what I need.”
“You’ve always needed me,” he sneered.
She laughed. “Wanting and needing are two different things. And yeah, I wanted you, but I don’t anymore. You make me sick.”
Her words hung in the air, and I felt like breaking out into applause. If I hadn’t wanted Emma before, seeing this would have put me over the edge. She was fearsome and fearless, and her beauty suited such savagery. She was a funny, quirky girl who liked to eat pretzels and look at wedding dresses for fun, but she could also stand up to a bully like a world class fighter. I was more desperate than ever to get her back in the limo and naked as soon as possible.
Lance exploded. “You filthy trollop! Of course you don’t want me anymore. You probably get way more money from sucking that guy’s dick than you ever did waiting tables. I’m surprised he even wants you. You’re a disgu—”
Lance didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence. He might have, if my fist hadn’t collided with his nose so hard that I heard it crack. Warm blood spurted over my fist, and I shook my hand in disgust.
Emma ran up to me, eyes wide with horror. “What the fuck, Max?”
“Not quite the thank you I was expecting,” I said dryly.
“Not quite the... are you fucking kidding me?”
Apparently she hadn’t turned off her Amazon death glare yet, as I now felt the full brunt of it.
“God damnit!” Lance yelled, still staggering with his hand over his nose a few feet away. Blood oozed through his fingers, dripping all over the sidewalk. It was a sight worth smiling over.
Emma walked toward Lance, but didn’t get close. “Is it broken?” she asked.
“I don’t fucking know! I’ve never had a broken nose before.” His voice came out nasally and thick, like he had a bad cold. I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“You should go to the hospital,” she said. “I’ll give you some money for a cab.”
“Are you going to give me money for a new nose, too?”
I
rolled my eyes, “That’s dramatic.”
Emma jabbed a finger in my direction. “That’s enough out of you, mister! Capiche?”
I liked her when she was a little bossy. I didn’t think I could hold back much longer. I needed her, and I needed her soon.
I clenched my fist, feeling the ache of my knuckles from where I’d connected with Lance’s face. If he didn’t leave soon, I was going to punch him again.
“Lance, get out of here,” Emma said. “We’re done. This is frankly a little sad.”
Lance wiped the back of his hand over his face, smearing blood across it. “Emma—”
“Go!” She waved him off like a disobedient dog. “You’ve done enough damage for today. Just leave.”
He looked like he was going to fight her on it for a sec, but then he turned on his heel and huffed away. I watched him go, a victorious smirk widening my mouth. Now it was just Emma and I. No distractions, no interruptions...
“You need to go too, Max.”
Emma’s face was slightly downcast as she said this. She’d lost some of the fire she’d had fighting with Lance, though I could still see it coiling in the air around her.
“Why do I need to go?” I walked toward her, stopping close enough to smell her delicious scent. With my hands in my pockets, hiding her douche of an ex’s blood, I looked down at her with concern.
Emma tilted her face up to meet my eyes, and her expression was so sad that it nearly sent me staggering back.
“This wasn’t a good idea,” she said. “This hasn’t been a good idea from the start.”
I was shocked. What about this little run-in with her ex had made her change her mind? We’d been on the same page until now, so ready to tear each other’s clothes off and explore the forbidden fruit.
“Because I hit him?” I prospected. “I won’t apologize for that. He completely deserved it.”
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