by Kally Ash
He stepped into the cubicle, and as soon as the hot water hit his over-heated body and his straining cock, he let out a hiss. Planting one palm on the tile in front of him, Max took his cock into his other hand and began running it along its length. In his mind’s eye he could see it was Gigi’s delicate hand rather than his own, her slight wrist twisting when she reached the end of his molten length.
Max threw his head back, his mouth slightly parted. A groan bubbled its way out of his throat, echoing around the bathroom. In his imagination, Gigi had slowly lowered herself down to the ground, kneeling in front of him, her luscious lips open and her tongue waiting for him to use. His hand moved faster as her warm, wet mouth encased him completely. The head of his cock touched the back of her throat, causing her to choke on him slightly. The constriction kicked things up another erotic notch. His hips started to rock back and forth of their own accord, his body completely in sync with his mind.
“Fuck,” he barked out suddenly. His orgasm had caught him by surprise—something he’d not experienced since he was in high school and he’d just discovered how good getting his dick sucked was. His palm kept up the frenetic pace as he spilled all over the tiles in front of him and all over his hand. When his breathing had returned to a somewhat normal pace, he managed to finish his shower and cut the water.
He suddenly felt very, very dirty for jerking off to the thought of Gigi, but at least this way, his cock wasn’t going to be making a nuisance of itself when she was around. Snapping a towel from the rail, he wrapped it around his waist and ran another one through his hair and over his body. He scooped up his dirty clothes and dumped them into the hamper before stepping out of the steamy room. He walked a few steps towards his room, coming to an abrupt stop when Gigi came out of Erin’s room, closing the door softly behind her.
He felt his heart bounce into his throat. How long had she been back? How long had he been in the shower? Had she heard what he’d been doing in there? He scanned her face, looking for any signs that she knew.
“I thought you went for a walk,” he blurted out.
“We did. We were gone for at least forty-five minutes.”
Forty-five minutes?
“I’ve just put Erin down for her last nap of the day.” Max’s eyes drifted over her shoulder to look at the closed bedroom door. When his gaze snapped back to Gigi, her eyes were on his hips. Although it shouldn’t have been possible, his cock reacted to the attention.
He turned his body away, moving to push past her to get to his bedroom before he made a big fucking mistake. Unfortunately, Gigi moved in the same direction and brushed past him, becoming stock-still. Her eyes bulged slightly as she felt what he was attempting to hide under his towel.
“I’m sorry,” she said, the words tumbling from her mouth. “I’ll let you get dressed.” Her freckles began to stand out as her face slowly turned a bright shade of red. His fingers twitched, the urge to take her by the arm and press her against the wall almost unbearable. He couldn’t fight it for very long though. Whether it was the fresh memory he’d conjured from his shower, or whether it was the fact that there was potentially another guy on the scene, he forgot about having to stay away from Gigi. His strong fingers wrapped around her bicep. She looked up at him as a small gasp escaped her mouth.
With a small movement of his wrist, she was against his chest, her hands coming up to rest on his shoulders. Her breathing was erratic as she looked into his eyes. “Max?” she whispered.
“I take it all back,” he practically growled. “It wasn’t a mistake kissing you. The mistake was stopping.”
A small, strangled moan broke free from her throat. “What about—”
He shook his head, backing her against the wall. “It doesn’t matter. None of it matters. I can’t live in the same apartment as you and not touch you.” To prove his point, he captured her mouth with his, claiming her. Her sweet lips parted as his tongue stroked them, and he plunged inside. Gigi’s hands inched up his shoulders to his neck, her fingers interlacing and anchoring her in place. He skimmed his fingers down her ribcage, his fingertips rippling over her ribs until he fixed his hands on her hips. She pressed her breasts into his chest, and he could feel her pebbled nipples through the fabric of her shirt.
Max’s hips flexed, driving into her lower belly. His erection was uncomfortably contained behind the towel, but Gigi had to be the one to remove the barrier. If she wanted him as much as he did her, she would have to show him. He trailed his lips down her neck, his tongue darting out to taste her sun- kissed skin. Her head fell back as he kissed down to the hollow at the base of her throat, his teeth gently nipping at her skin. As his mouth moved south, her hands became tangled in his hair, holding him close.
The scent of her flushed skin rose up to meet him and he knew he had to have a taste. Sliding his hands under her shirt, he glided his fingers up to the underside of her breasts, caressing them through the fabric of her bra. She breathed his name, her back arching to bring her closer to him. That was the sign he needed. Max went back to the hem of her tee and peeled it from her body, dumping it on the ground beside them. Her bra soon followed.
He stepped back to look at her, to finally see whether his imagination had been accurate. It was. And then some. Gigi may have been half Irish, but she had the Italian olive skin, which was evenly tanned and sinfully smooth. Her breasts were perfect, just the right amount to cup in his hand. She sucked in a breath when he did just that, causing him to smile at her. Lowering his head, he began kissing her again where he’d stopped, languidly moving over her collarbone and down her chest.
Her grip tightened in his hair when his mouth brushed against one nipple. He repeated the action, this time getting a small squeak out of her. She was sensitive, and perfectly receptive to his touch. He swiped his tongue over that same nipple before dragging it into his mouth.
“Max,” she said, her fingers opening and closing fitfully. “Ahhh, yes.”
He sucked at her sensitive flesh, running his tongue around the tight bud until he felt her knees begin to shake. Before he gave the same treatment to the other one, Max gently blew on her nipple. She writhed against the wall. Bringing the other breast into his mouth, he suckled at it, biting and flicking the tip of his tongue over it. She made more inarticulate noises at the back of her throat, her already tight grip tightening further.
Dropping to his knees, Max slid his fingers around the waist of her yoga pants, gently pulling the fabric away from her skin. He looked up at her, asking her silently if he should continue. He waited until she nodded. Tugging at the cotton, he removed her pants and her underwear, exposing her completely. She was a feast for the eyes, and he couldn’t help but lick his lips.
Gripping her behind the knee, he lifted her leg, draping her slender thigh over his shoulder as he positioned himself and his mouth over her sex. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as his tongue darted out, taking the first intoxicating taste of her. He groaned softly as her flavor hit all of his senses. She was perfection. She was his.
Max alternated between long, slow strokes, quick flicks of his tongue and concentrated laps of her clit. Gigi alternated between digging her fingernails into his shoulders, grasping his head and pulling his hair. He had to admit that he liked all of them. He brought her to the very edge of orgasm before backing off, knowing how to draw out the pleasure. Her body was so easy to read, so responsive to his touch.
“Max, please,” she whimpered after the third denied orgasm. He’d been waiting for those words. He liked the idea of being in control of her pleasure. He had to make sure he was a drug she’d become addicted to. He had to make sure she couldn’t walk away from him.
With a satisfied smirk, he focused his attention on her clit, flicking the tip of his tongue over the sensitive flesh and bringing her in record time. She cried out above him, throwing her hand over her mouth before the sound could build any more. Her whole body shuddered as pleasure washed through her. When she dropped her hand, her ha
rsh breathing was competing with his, her legs still quaking every now and again. He stood up, weaving on his feet a little. Everything about Gigi was enthralling. Her skin glistened with sweat, rivulets dribbling down between her breasts. Leaning down, he ran his tongue between those perfect mounds.
“That was…amazing,” she wheezed out.
Max couldn’t agree more. But they were far from done. Taking her by the hand, he led her towards his bedroom. She followed willingly, tripping over her feet a little. With the door shut behind them, he walked her backwards until her delectable ass hit the edge of the mattress.
“Lie down, Gigi,” he ordered. She did as he said, inching her way up to the pillows at the head of the bed. He stood back and watched, memorizing her curves. With any luck, this would not be the last time he would see them; he would make sure she came back for more. Her breasts heaved up and down with her increased breathing, her skin flushed. Her green eyes were on his groin, on his still covered rock-hard cock. He brought his hand to the edge of the towel.
“You want me to take this off?” he asked. Her eyes snapped to his, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. She nodded. “I can’t hear you, Gigi,” he said. “Tell me what I want to hear.”
“I want you to take the towel off.”
He smirked. “Why?”
She blinked at him, seemingly surprised by the question. But then she raised her chin a fraction and boldly met his eyes. “I want to finally lay eyes on what I’ve only felt up to now. I want to see whether it’s anything like I imagined it to be.”
“You’ve thought about me like this?” he asked.
She nodded her head up and down deliberately. “More than once.”
Fuck, he loved hearing that. Taking the end of the towel between his fingers, he pulled and let the fabric fall to his feet. Gigi’s eyes became heavy-lidded as she looked at him, her little pink tongue darting out of her mouth to moisten her lips.
“Well?” he asked.
She looked him in the eyes. “Even better than I could have imagined.”
Max growled and crawled up the bed, covering her body with his. He was so desperate for her now. It had been too long since he’d felt this way about anyone. He dragged his fingers over her skin, smiling when goosebumps rose in his wake. He palmed one of her breasts, his thumb running over the nipple repeatedly while he sucked the other into his mouth once more. The small noises she made for him made him want to beat his fucking chest like a goddamn caveman.
Releasing her breast, he leaned over to the bedside table, pausing when his eyes landed on the clock.
That couldn’t be right.
“Max, is everything okay?” Gigi asked, obviously noticing how he had stilled.
He shook his head. “For a second there, I thought the clock said it was quarter to five.”
She tipped her head back and looked at the clock too. “It does say it’s quarter to five,” she said, looking back at him. Her eyes widened. “You’re going to be late for work.”
“Fuck,” he cursed bitterly, pushing himself upright. He looked down at the woman he’d rather spend the evening with and knew what they had started would have to wait. “I’m sorry. I have to go.” He stood up and held out his hand to her. “Believe me when I say I’d rather be here with you.”
She blushed deeply. “It’s okay, Max. Go and get ready.”
He kissed her hard before picking up his towel and throwing it in the corner of the room. He rifled through his cupboard and wardrobe, dressing in the Temptation uniform. When he turned around, Gigi was gone, the door left slightly ajar.
“Fuck.”
Max opened up his door all the way, hearing her door click closed at the same time. He wanted to go back in there and finish what he’d started, but knew that was impossible. If he expected his staff to get there on time, he had to lead by example. Striding past her door, he grabbed his keys and phone. He brought up Jeremy’s number on his phone.
“What’s up, boss?” Jeremy answered.
“I’m running late,” he bit out. “Erin wasn’t settling.”
“No problems. I thought the nanny would have helped out with Erin.”
He ground his teeth. “She was out,” he lied. “Look, I’m going to be there in fifteen, and I’m going to go through the rear entrance.”
Jeremy laughed. “Don’t want to be seen coming in late, huh? I don’t blame you. You worked hard to put the fear of god into the staff. I wouldn’t want to see you lose your edge.”
Max growled into the phone. “Just make sure everyone is where they’re supposed to be and working hard.”
“You got it, boss,” Jeremy replied seriously.
He hung up, pocketing his phone for a moment before pulling it out once more. He found Sam’s number and hit dial.
“Max,” his best friend said, two rings in. “How’s NYC treating you?”
“Good, Sam. How are you? Sorry I haven’t called you in a while. I was busy getting settled in.”
“Don’t sweat it. I’m good. Work is the same. Life is the same, except that I don’t get to hang out with you anymore.”
“I’ve barely been gone a week. You trying to make me feel guilty?”
His best friend laughed. “Is it working?”
“I won’t be here that long. I’m sure Evangeline’s looking for replacements.”
“So, what’s happening with you? How’s the club?”
Max paused at the edge of the sidewalk to check for traffic before stepping out. “Like clockwork. I’m on my way there now actually.”
“And you thought you’d just call me for a chat? That’s sweet.”
“Fuck you,” he shot back, grinning. “I need some advice, man.”
“Shoot.”
“I’ve met someone here.”
“I fucking knew it wouldn’t take you long,” Sam muttered, and Max could just picture the guy shaking his head.
He ran a hand through his hair. “She’s the girl I hired to be Erin’s nanny.”
“Nice,” Sam said, drawing out the word. “What’s her name?”
“Gigi.”
“Sounds exotic. What does she look like?”
Max gave him the details, and Sam whistled through his teeth. “She sounds fucking hot, and nothing like Chelsea.”
“Yeah. That’s the appeal, I think.”
“Knowing you, you’ve already sealed the deal.”
Max’s brain burped up the image of him pressing her against the wall and eating her out. His cock stirred even from that brief memory. “Almost…but she’s different. I don’t want to just fuck her and leave her.”
There was silence on the other end for a moment. “Are you going to tell her about Chelsea?”
He bristled at the sound of his wife’s name. “I’ve told Gigi that I’m a widower.”
“Cold,” Sam replied.
“Hey, that bitch left me. She’s dead to me in every other sense other than she’s not six feet under.”
“Yeah, but Chelsea is alive and kicking. What happens when she comes crawling back, begging you to give her a second chance?”
Max barked a harsh laugh. “That’s not going to happen.”
“Max…” Sam hesitated for a moment making Max’s stomach tighten.
“You’ve spoken to her, haven’t you?”
Sam’s sighed heavily. “She called me yesterday asking where you were.”
“You didn’t tell her, did you?”
“Fuck no. You’re my boy. I’d never betray you like that, but…”
Oh, fuck. “But, what?” he bit out.
“She said she’d been trying to get in contact with your mom, too.”
That brought him up short. Max had ground to a halt in the middle of the sidewalk, forcing people to move around him like he was a stone in a stream. He had more than a few curses thrown his away, but he didn’t give a shit. His mom would more than likely be screening Chelsea’s calls while she was still at the hospital with his dad, but eventually she woul
d cave in and answer one of them. He also knew Chelsea would play the mommy card and beg his mother to tell her where he and Erin were.
He got his feet back with the program, moving one in front of the other until he found himself standing at the back entrance of the club.
“Max? You still there?”
“Yeah,” he croaked. “I’ve got to go. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Take it easy, man.”
The call disconnected, leaving Max cold all over.
Chapter 20
Gigi quickly collected her clothes from the hallway and slipped into her room. Less than a heartbeat later, she could hear Max’s heavy footsteps walk past, followed by the front door clicking shut. She let out a shuddering breath, feeling her body still tingling in all the places he had touched…and sucked and bitten.
A moan rolled from her throat. She had never been touched like that before. He had known what he was doing, unlike all the other guys she’d been with before. She laughed. ‘Boys’ was a more accurate description. They were inexperienced boys. Max was a man—a man who had made sure she was pleasured and satisfied. He was a man who she wanted to have more of. The reality of life had sure disrupted the moment, but she would be counting down the hours until they could finish what they’d started.
This development—although amazing and just what Gigi had wanted—also created new problems. She realized what she and Max were doing was just about sex—about mutual attraction—and although she wasn’t actually okay with that, she wanted to explore these feeling for him. The other problem was, what was she going to do about Alex? He was too sweet and too naive for her to hurt him so badly. It was obvious she had to cancel the date, but she didn’t know how he would take the news. Picking up her phone from the dresser, she created a new message to him and started typing.
Alex, I’m really sorry to have to do this to you, but I can’t go out with you tomorrow night as we’d planned…