Blackmailing The Billionaire(21)

He pulled his hand back, gently running them up her stomach, over her  sides and slowly toward her breasts. With one hand he caressed her  front, moving up and down her body, slowly building her pleasure again.  His other hand gripped her slick hip, and she felt him push closer  toward her opening, the head of his erection pressed close.

He slowly pushed forward, entering her from behind. When he was  completely inside her, she felt more full than ever before. She'd never  had sex in that position before and found she loved it. He was so deep  inside her, his hips pressed into her backside, his hands roaming over  her hips, stomach and breasts. All the sensations were quickly building  her toward another earth shattering orgasm.

He began to push in and out of her tight heat, both of them crying out  in pleasure. The water continued to cascade over them as he moved faster  and faster with each thrust. Her body began tightening around him as  the pleasure built. He thrust deep within her heat and she exploded  around him, gripping him tightly, not wanting him to pull out. Needing  him to stay deep inside.

He pulled out, making her cry her displeasure, only to thrust back  inside of her and stay as he pumped his own release deep within her  folds. He gripped her hips almost bruisingly tight as he groaned in  pleasure. His body pumped endlessly, and she felt every single quiver of  pleasure pass through him. Her legs couldn't hold her any longer, and  her knees started to buckle.

Max quickly caught her up in his arms, turning her around as he pulled  her head to his and kissed her with so much tenderness she had to fight  tears wanting to fall.

"Thank you," he said in-between kisses, making her heart melt. She'd be  thanking him if she could get words past her throat. He quickly cleaned  them both, then pulled her from the shower, wrapped her in a towel and  carried her to his bed. They laid there for several hours, touching,  kissing, and talking as if they were long lost lovers. She hoped it  would never end.

"Did you hear that?" Max asked. She looked at him, puzzled. She hadn't  heard anything, but then again, her head was against his chest,  listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

"No," she replied.

"Get dressed, I think our chariot may be here," he said as he quickly  climbed from the bed. She took a few moments to watch his muscled  backside flex as he bent to grab his pants. She was disappointed to see  her view quickly covered. He slipped his shirt on, and that's when she  heard a sound. It was a rumbling noise, and she had a bad feeling he was  correct.

She slowly climbed from the bed and got dressed. If they were being  rescued, being caught naked would certainly be embarrassing. She walked  to the living room, where Max was near the front door, straining to  hear. There was a loud scraping sound, and it was confirmed that someone  was there, digging them out.

"Let's move to the center of the room just in case a window gets hit by  mistake," Max told her. They sat on the couch, both of them not  speaking. They realized the real world was coming for them, their time  in the cabin officially over.

Cassie knew when they reached the front door because there was a window  next to it and for the first time in days, light streamed through it.  She felt like crying. A few seconds later there was a knock and then the  door opened.

A couple men in military uniforms walked in, looking around, then smiled as Max stood up.

"We're glad you're okay, Mr. Anderson. We apologize it took so long to  get you out of here. Cordova had a sudden and unexpected snowfall that  buried the entire town. They called us in to free the residents. It's  been a huge disaster," the man said.         

     



 

"We understand. We're just glad you were able to find us," Max replied.  They walked to the front door and looked out, shocked at what they saw.  There was a roadway carved with huge snow drifts, higher than the house  on either side of it, with several military vehicles dotting its carved  surface.

"Mr. Anderson, we don't want to rush you, but we're afraid this storm is  not completely over. If you can gather your things as quickly as  possible, we've got a runway cleared at the airport and you can safely  fly out. You only have a small window," the soldier said.

Cassie wanted to tell the man no, that they'd take their chances. After  all, Max had a business meeting to attend still. Although, she supposed  with the current situation the meeting was most likely postponed. They  had far more important things to take care of in the small town than a  new merger.

"Yes, of course. Give us ten minutes and we'll be ready to leave," Max  said, immediately stepping back into the cabin and heading for his room.  Cassie had no other choice but to follow his lead. She went to her room  and quickly packed. As they met in the living room to do one final  check around, she once again had to fight her tears from falling. It was  time to get back to the real world.





They'd been back in Seattle for a week. Neither of them brought up their  time in Alaska, but it was obvious to Cassie they were done being  lovers. He wasn't cold, or distant, almost the opposite, in fact. He had  a tendency to touch her whenever he entered the same room, or passed  her in the hall. He'd been busy with work, and she spent most of her  time away from his office, talking to personnel and family members.

He no longer seemed to mind about the interview, which was great, but at  the same time it was all coming to an end and she wouldn't have an  excuse to see him on a daily basis. Maybe, that was a good thing. If she  got away from him, then her heart could start to heal.

"I was expecting you at the company party last night. Where did you  disappear to?" Max asked her, as he cornered her in the break room. You  didn't have another engagement to get to, did you?" he asked casually.  Her heart broke a little more. He was speaking to her as if she was  nothing more than a friend he was curious about. She wished she did have  a hot date, not that she thought he'd care, anyway.

"I've just been fighting a cold, so I went home to get some rest," she  lied. It was late and time for her to go the grocery store, then home.  Her house was almost completely out of groceries and she hated shopping,  but knew she needed to. She walked from the room, and gathered her coat  and purse, with him following right on her heels.

"You're leaving early, again. I thought we'd go over a few things," he said.

"I have to do some shopping before the weekend," she trailed off.  Normally, she jumped at the opportunity to sit down one on one with him,  but she needed the weekend to give herself some pep-talks. She pretty  much had all she needed to write an excellent article, she may have to  give up her last week, because she just didn't know if she could take  being around him without falling to pieces.

"I have some shopping to do, also. We can go together, and chat while  we're at it," he said, as if he'd come up with the perfect solution. She  was trying to get away from him, not have him follow her. She didn't  want ordinary, everyday things, like shopping, to be associated with  him.

"I'm sure you have far more important things to do, other than shop,"  she said with what she hoped came out as a teasing smile, and not a  pathetic one. When he used that smile on her, she wanted to fall at his  feet. It was really difficult to keep her distance when the man used his  charm. She could practically feel her toes curling, and her heartbeat  was quickly accelerating. She'd never get over him if she couldn't get  control of her traitorous body.

"Nothing's more important than working on your prize winning article,"  he said with a twinkle in his eye. "Plus, it's getting close to my  Aunt's birthday, so I need to look around for a present. If she's not  treated like a queen on her birthday, my Uncle will have a coronary," he  added with a laugh.

"You mustn't bring down the wrath of your Uncle," she said, not able to keep her own smile from appearing.

"I'm glad you understand."

"I'm just going for groceries, so it wouldn't be productive for you to come along," she told him, walking toward the elevators.

"We can make a couple stops. You've been invited to the party, so you'll  want to pick up something, too. I can help you find the perfect item,"  he told her, taking her arm in his. She had no choice but to come, other  than throwing a tantrum.         

     



 

"I don't think I can make the party."

"You don't even know when it is," he said with a knowing look on his  face. He had her there. Unless she wanted to confess that it was killing  her inside every moment they were together, she was trapped, and they  both knew it.

"It's a family thing … " she trailed off.

"Many friends are also invited. If there's some reason you'd be uncomfortable around the family … "

"You have a great family," she told him, honestly.