Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 111732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 559(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 559(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
I’m in shock—and also intensely turned on. Not only is Max’s offer a surprisingly generous one, but it would also require us to stay in touch after tonight. I take a deep breath to regulate my racing heartbeat before managing to say, “Thank you. I’d be eternally grateful for your help.”
“It wouldn’t take much effort on my part. I’d give your card or marketing materials to the managing partner’s secretary and tell her she’d be doing me a favor by giving you a chance.”
“Do you think she’d do it?”
Max smirks. “She’s got a big crush on me.”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t doubt that for a minute.” I put down my drink and crawl over to Max on the couch. With my thighs planted on either side of his lap, I kiss his lips gently and then press my forehead against his. “You’ve made me horny and wet again. There’s nothing like a man offering to be my knight in shining armor to turn me on.”
“Well, let’s not go that far. But I’m glad to help in this small way if I can.”
“Thank you.”
We kiss deeply, and soon, Max’s hard, bare dick is nudging up against my wet entrance.
“I could mail you one of my cards, if you never want to see me in person again,” I purr into Max’s lips. “I mean, that’s what we agreed at Captain’s. One night only.”
Max’s tip is rubbing deliciously against my clit, driving me wild. “Why don’t I take you to dinner one night this week and get the cards from you then?” he whispers. “Unless, of course, you want to stick with our initial agreement that this is a one-time thing. If so, I’ll still give your card to the managing partner’s secretary. It’s up to you.”
My heart is beating wildly. He’s asking me out on an actual date—a real one, with dinner in a restaurant? It’s not something I was angling for. But now that he’s asked, I can’t deny I’m thrilled. In fact, I suddenly feel like a blushing high schooler who’s been asked to prom by her longtime crush.
“I suppose I could do dinner this week,” I reply, trying to sound casual and not nearly as excited as I feel. “I’ll have to let you know which night works for me. My work schedule is kind of unpredictable.” In reality, I’ve barely got any clients at the moment. But since I have no idea which night my father could watch Ripley for me, I can’t nail down a time for a date just yet.
“Yeah, my work schedule is crazy, too,” Max says. “But we’ll figure something out.”
“Sounds good.” I slide myself pointedly against the tip of his hard dick, inviting him to push inside. “I’m on the pill,” I whisper. “So, if you feel comfortable going in, uncovered, feel free.”
I don’t need to ask him twice. Max grips my hips and slams me down, and we quickly begin moving and gyrating together, while our mouths devour and our tongues dance and swirl. Our movement quickly turns voracious. Furious. Frenzied. We’re barreling to mutual bliss on a runaway train, and neither of us is doing a damned thing to slow things down. It’s a stark contrast to the first go-around, when Max kept pulling out and doing whatever it took to last as long as possible. This time, when I come, he comes with me, while buried balls-deep inside me, gripping me for dear life as he loses control.
“Jesus,” Max murmurs, after we’re both quiet and still. “Sorry. I couldn’t stop myself that time.”
“What fun is a man who’s always in full control of himself?”
Max chuckles. “The real question is whether I’m ever in full control around you? If I am, then I’m hanging on by a thread.”
I press my forehead against his. “I feel the same way around you. You do crazy things to me.”
Max kisses my cheek. “You want to take a shower with me? I feel like eating you in my shower.”
I nuzzle his nose. “Yes.”
“From there, if you’re feeling it, I’ll take you to bed and fuck you there.”
“If I’m feeling it? Have I not been clear? I’m putty in your hands, honey.”
Max shrugs. “Still, there’s only so much a body can handle in one night.”
“If you’re thinking your sex drive will outlast mine, think again. I promise you’ll tap out long before I do.”
“That’s impossible.”
I giggle. “Get ready to get broken, my sexy stallion.”
Max smirks. “Break me, baby. Shatter me. Destroy me.”
“Oh, I shall.” I wink. “Get ready for total decimation, Maximillian. One broken stallion, coming right up.”
4
MARNIE
“You’re magic,” Max murmurs. “Magic Marnie with her magic pussy. You’re a drug. If I die, it was worth it.”
It’s late morning, and I’m riding Max’s cock in his bed while he grips my hips and guides my movement and fills my ears with nonstop praise, compliments, and dirty talk. After fucking each other into the wee hours of the morning, we finally crashed for good in Max’s bed in a twisted, tangled knot of satisfied limbs and flesh.