Blackmailing The Billionaire(20)

"Let's just skip that question and move on to the next. At the end of  your month with me, we'll see if you still think I'm arrogant," he  conceded. She gave him a huge smile, which allowed him to release the  breath he'd been holding. She was just seeing how tough his skin really  was.

"Do you plan to follow in your brother's footsteps, get married and have  kids?" The question was asked because her readers would want to know  the answer, but she was surprised how much she wanted to know as well.

She refused to start thinking of herself as that fictional wife. They'd  have their fling, then she'd be cast off as so many other women before  her. She knew this going into the short affair and couldn't fault him on  it. If she got too attached it was her own fault.

"I never pictured myself as the settle-down-with-wife-and-kids kind of  guy, but watching not only my brother, but my cousins as well, has me  changing my mind on that. It's becoming more appealing," he said  evasively. He didn't really say yes or no, but left it as a definite  possibility. Her stomach tightened. She had to change the subject to  more non-personal issues, or she'd be a wreck by the end of the day.

"Do you consider yourself active in the community?"

"I like to be the guy behind the scenes. I don't see community service  as something you do to flaunt your name or money. I see it as a service  that everyone should do because they have a passion for service. Now,  off the record, I will show you a few projects that are dear to me, but  only if you promise not to print it," he said.

"Max, you should be proud to let people who adore you know who you really are," she said, not wanting to commit to that.

"I won't budge on this, Cassie. I know I can trust your word, so if you  want to see some pretty cool stuff, you have to promise it doesn't get  printed," he said, his words firm.

"Fine," she pouted. She wanted to know the real Max. She may not be able  to print his actual projects, but she could get a more rounded view of  him, which would in turn make her article better.

"Now, it's my turn. Tell me about your childhood," he demanded. She was caught a bit off-guard.

"That's a broad subject. What do you want to know?" she evaded.

"What happened to your parents?" he asked. Cassie didn't want to talk about herself, but a deal was a deal.

"I got to have my parents until I was technically an adult, at least.  It's the same old story you've heard a million times, but it really  sucks when it happens to you. They were coming home from a New Year's  party at their friend's house when a drunk driver slammed into them. The  EMT's said they died instantly, at least, and didn't suffer. It was the  worst pain I've ever gone through in my life," she said. She couldn't  help the tears gathering in her eyes. She hated reliving that tragic  moment in her life.

"I'm sorry, Cassie. I can't imagine how I would make it through that. It  was awful watching my mother slowly die, but at least I got to say  goodbye," he sympathized with her.

"Yeah, I've had to grow tougher skin since then. I was an only child,  and don't have any other relatives. I think I have some cousins  somewhere, but I've never known them," she said sadly.         

     



 

"Your parents would be very proud of the daughter they raised. You're a  remarkable woman," he told her. He wasn't helping her get herself under  control. She really wanted her parents to look down on her and be proud.  She wasn't where she wanted to be in life, but she was getting there.  She was determined to make a success out of her life.

The evening flew by with them talking about their lives, both of them  letting their guard down. Cassie knew it was a temporary reprieve from  the real world, but she was going to enjoy her time of being locked  inside a small cabin in Alaska. She hoped they weren't rescued for at  least a few days.





Chapter Eight





They'd been in the cabin for three full days, without any word from the  outside world. Cassie was in a completely blissful state of mind. Her  body ached all over, but in a good way.

"So, what shall we do today?" Max asked with a mischievous smile.

"I was thinking we should take a stroll through town," she answered.  They'd gotten used to being trapped. They were also doing well at  conserving the generator since they spent most of their time in bed.

"Sounds great. I'll find the shovel, you find the picnic basket," he said while wrapping his arms around her.

"Perfect."

"I do have good news." She waited for him to elaborate. She couldn't imagine what the good news would be.

"Are you going to tell me, or just lay here with a silly grin on your face," she finally said.

"We can use the fireplace tonight. I can see some light peaking from the  top. I think the storm may be over. Now, in about a month this should  all melt off, allowing us our freedom," he said good humoredly. She was  surprised still by how well he was taking their situation. It would be  easy to become frustrated and take out anger on each other.

"That's great," she said, inserting as much enthusiasm as she could  muster into her voice. She was enjoying their entrapment. Once the real  world stepped back in she didn't know what would happen with their short  romance, but she didn't want it to end yet. She knew the end was  inevitable, but she wasn't ready to let go, not just yet.

"We still need to conserve energy, so why don't you share a shower with me," he said while caressing her.

"Well, we should conserve energy," she agreed with a big smile. He led  her toward the shower, where he began to slowly take her clothes off,  sending chills down her back.

"Your turn," she said, placing her hands underneath his sweater and  slowly drawing it up and over his head, then moving her hands down the  smooth muscles of his chest. She bent her head forward and swirled her  tongue along one of his hard pecks, smiling when he let out a rough  groan.

He quickly stripped the rest of their clothing off and pulled her into  the oversized shower with him. Cassie was assaulted with sensations as  the water cascaded down her body, and Max's hands roamed.

He turned her around, letting the spray run down her back while he bent  his head and took her lips in a gentle kiss, his tongue teasing her  lips, his teeth gently nipping them. She tried to move forward, wanting  them closer, but he placed his hands on her water slicked hips, holding  them a scant few inches apart as he loved her mouth. She groaned her  frustration, needing to be closer.

"Patience," he whispered as he brought his head to her neck, and licked  along her collar bone. She reached her hand down, grasping his engorged  arousal, causing him to let out a gasp. She ran her hand up and down his  length, rubbing her thumb over his sensitive head.

"This is going to end way too soon if you keep doing that," he cried out  in pleasure. She smiled again at the power she held over him in those  moments. She didn't even care if it ended too soon.

His hand gripped hers and he brought it to his lips, gently kissing her  knuckles, before he grasped her other hand, incapacitating her, making  her feel helpless. Then he brought his head down and swirled his tongue  over her hardened nipples, pulling her deep within his mouth. She  shuddered in pleasure as he continued to caress first one breast, then  the other.

"Enough," she pleaded. She wanted him deep within her. She was ready and didn't want to wait any further. "Please, Max."

"Tempting," he groaned as he released her hands. She immediately placed  them around his neck, pulling his body tightly against hers. He reached  behind her and picked up the soap, then stroked her back, his slick  hands moving from her shoulders down her backside, and along her  sensitive thighs. He moved them around her front, rubbing the soap into  her stomach, then up and over her breasts, taking extra time to rub  circles around her already over-sensitive nipples.         

     



 

She was going to climax before he ever entered her, just from his  sensual touch. She couldn't keep her eyes open, or even move her body.  The only thing keeping her standing was her grip around his shoulders.

He gripped her hips and slowly turned her around so his hard manhood was  pressed into her backside. His hands came around and continued to rub  against her breasts. She placed her hands on the shelf to keep from  falling. Her knees were trembling as his hand roved over her body.

Max slipped his hand down her stomach, while his knee spread her legs  apart. She felt exposed, completely open to him, but instead of being  embarrassed, she felt exotic, beautiful, and desirable. He slipped his  hand lower and her body tensed as his fingers rubbed over her most  sensitive area. He swirled his thumb over her nub, as he slowly pushed  his finger inside her. She cried out as the pleasure built higher.

"I … I can't … " she cried out as he moved faster in and out of her hot, wet  body, his thumb keeping rhythm. She yelled out as her body shook in  pleasure, gripping him tightly as he slowed his movements, making sure  she was fully pleasured before stopping.