“Really?”
“Mmhmm.” He leans in to kiss me and I close my eyes as his lips take the green monster away.
“I was jealous, but it’s not just that. I can’t because…you don’t understand.”
“If you tell me, I will.”
“Things are tense at my job.”
Understatement.
Sliding his hands up my sides, Max murmurs, “I can make life very fun, don’t you remember?”
“It’s totally slipped my mind,” I dryly reply.
He grins, but it fades as his fingers slip under my hair. “Natalie, I’d love to fuck you right now. I could slip my fingers under that mini skirt, those black tights would slide right down. But we’d have to put these superhero boots back on for the actual penetration because oh man, they are smokin’ hot..”
I care about you and I can’t.
Paul will never let me.
I’m too tired to be smart.
I bend to him as Max claims me in a kiss that tells me he wants me as much as I want him. He lifts me onto the counter and parts my legs, looking down at the crotch of my tights, pulled taut between my thighs. “You’re wrapped up like an early Christmas present.”
I sigh and close my eyes, letting all the stress quiet down as he rubs my pussy over the nylon polyester blend, boot heels propped on the drawers below the kitchen island, knees bent. Max’s eyes lock with mine, both of us hooded with need.
“That feels oddly comforting.”
“Little rubdown,” he murmurs, tucking his tongue barely inside my mouth. He goes for the boots, slowly unzipping and setting them nearby. “Wait here you two. Don’t run off.” Slipping my tights down takes some wriggling and we laugh under our breaths.
He tosses them with a flourish to keep me smiling.
“You’re so fun, Max. I miss spending time with you.”
He frowns, “Then make more time for me.”
I can’t give him that but I can offer my tongue.
He captures it, sucks on it, and unlocks my jaw with a deeper kiss, before turning to snatch my boots off the floor and slide them back on as I hike my skirt up more. Green eyes fire up at my pussy being exposed, boots high, skirt higher. Bending, Max licks me, strokes, penetrates me with his hot tongue, stopping once to murmur, “You taste so good, you know that? Salty and sweet.” He flicks my clit and slides one finger in as I spread my legs wider. “You like that, Natalie?”
“Mmhmm, keep licking me.”
“Fuck yes, say it again.”
“Lap. Me. Up.”
He groans, “Yes ma’am,” and does as he’s told.
My core pulses, insatiable for everything he’s giving. His hot breath. His greedy tongue. The finger that just got joined by a friend, both of them helping to bring me to a whimpering mess of ache. My head feels too heavy for my neck. I throw it back and rub against his beautiful mouth. “Just like that. Take me over the edge so I forget who I am.”
The man makes a meal of my pussy until the quakes are so strong that I lie back, crying out with each one.
I hear a zipper.
Involuntarily I moan, “Yes,” as I feel his hard mushroom tip rubbing me through the aftershocks.
“Dripping,” he groans thickly and slides into my overly-sensitive pussy inch by inch and each one is better than the last.
There is no Paul.
No Juniper.
Manipulations are gone.
It’s just me.
Human.
About to fuck him like an animal.
CHAPTER 25
N ATALIE
A phone rings in the distance, sounding so far away that at first I don’t realize it’s mine. But it is. And it’s the ringtone I use for Paul to make sure I never make him wait.
Blinking to Max I see him looking over to it, too. We’re both panting. I spot red streaks on his neck. “I think I hurt you.”
“Just slightly,” he shakes his head, closing his eyes to gather his bearings. “You fucked the shit out of me is what you did.” Kissing me he tries to continue the third round but I press my palms onto his chest.
“I have to call my boss back.”
“Now? He can wait.”
“No, he can’t.”
“Wait, you don’t have to push me out. Let me just get a towel for you.” I close my legs as he starts turning on the warm faucet, waving his fingers under it for the temperature.
“Max, it’s fine. Just give me the towel.”
He frowns but gives me the dry towel.
“Thank you,” I mumble, ass exposed, skirt hiked, boots clicking fast. Placing his towel on the couch I sit down and dial Paul. “Hey, it’s me. Sorry, I had my ringer off.”
His voice loses the edge it had when he barked hello. He gives me a rundown of what’s not working with the lights I bought. I barely hear any of it. “Get over here now,” catches my attention and I close my eyes.
“Okay, on my way.”
He hangs up and I take a couple deep breaths to calm myself.
“Natalie?”
The voice is so gentle it pulls my head left. Max has zipped his pants, but the belt is still open. He’s a wreck, scratch marks everywhere. I blink away from him.
I sound hollow, empty.
“I have to go in. This was fun though.”
Unfeeling.
Max drags fingers through his hair with a hard chuckle, like he can’t believe I’m so cold. “What’s the deal with your boss?”
I stand up, clean myself a little with the towel and head for my tights. But I have to pass Max on the way and he grabs my arm. Not hurtful or abusive. Just…desperate. “Natalie, talk to me.”
“I told you this would make it more complicated.” Tugging free I hurry to my hose, unzip and yank off my boots to get these tights back on. I reach for the nearby paper towels and tear off a sheet, folding it and tucking it. This will have to serve for when he comes back out and I’m halfway up Highway 75. “I feel you staring at me.”
“What do
