Control Me(17)

I honestly could not recall the last time I masturbated so much in just one night. I’d lost count. All night, I brought myself to the brink with my vibrator until my body was slick with sweat and the sheets damp. What the hell is wrong with me? I’d fantasised about Max for years, but this was just ridiculous. At this rate, I was going to get Repetitive Strain Disorder! It was all I could think about. The way he smelt, the way he touched me and the way he stared at me; I could not get enough of him. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to withstand lunch with his parents today. I need to pull myself together; otherwise, I will be absolutely useless for the rest of the day.

I just wanted to hide. I think I may have to pretend ‘to pretend’. Oh, shit, now I’m confusing myself! What I meant was I needed to act like I was madly in love with him when I already loved him; I had for years. I needed to convince my best friend that I secretly dated her brother in Sydney when she was with me almost the whole damn time? Hell. That was going to be hard.

I had to go ‘meet the parents’. Not that I hadn’t met the Brunetti’s before; I grew up with them. They were beautiful people, who I had to lie to. I was so nervous, and wondered how the hell I was going to spend the entire time having lunch with him and his parents and not want to jump his bones every chance I get. Maybe I could get out of it? I could tell him I was sick; of course, it would be a total lie. I broke out in a cold sweat thinking about how Max made me have multiple orgasms in the limo. It made me shudder with profound pleasure. Oh, I’d had orgasms before, but not quite like that and never with a man. The orgasms I did have were from my own self-stimulation.

Thinking about it now, made me feel embarrassed. How am I going to face him? It was so hot, so wanton and I wanted more. I could keep denying it all I want, but the truth was, I was desperate to have sex with Max again. I know once we make this engagement ‘formal’ there is no turning back. There is no way I can keep avoiding him and not end up in bed with him; of that, I am certain.

Why would I deny myself that incredible pleasure? It was no wonder he was known as Australia’s most notorious playboy; he sure knew what to do with that mouth. Taking a deep breath, I smoothed my hands over my hair and checked my appearance for the third time in the hallway mirror. I was dressed casually in a yellow sundress. It was still quite hot outside, and I sure didn’t need any extra heat enveloping my body, that was for sure.

At that moment, I heard the sound of a car pulling up the driveway.

Shit! He was here. Thank God, my parents had gone out somewhere for lunch, and Milan was playing tennis. That way, I didn’t have to explain to them where I was going; I was sure Max would have gladly offered them the information had they been here.

I stepped outside, closing the front door behind me just as Max was stepping out of his red Porsche 930. He was casually dressed, as well, in denim jeans and a white linen shirt, which he wore rolled-up, exposing tanned, sinewy forearms. The first four buttons were left undone displaying his smooth chest and ripped muscles. On his right pectoral, I could clearly see his tattoo. I didn’t want to stare for too long, but it looked like a dragon. God, he looked gorgeous.

I had sex with this man and didn’t even get a chance to look at his tattoo. How the hell could I have missed it? Well, actually, I knew how because he’d never taken his shirt off that day. I was the only one that was naked.

I tore my gaze away from him and busied myself with my handbag, trying to look engrossed in finding God knows what in there.

Max was now directly in front of me, so close I could smell his cologne. I looked up at him meeting his gaze. He was smirking, the bastard. I tried so hard not to blush, but I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. That smirk of his turned my insides to absolute mush.

“Good morning, Max,” I said cheerfully, not sounding at all nervous.

“Jada,” he nodded. “So, you’ve finally dropped the Mr. Brunetti title, I see?

“Yes, of course. In light of our engagement, I thought it would be stupid to keep addressing you so formally.”

“Good. Smart girl. Let’s go.”

As soon as I closed the door to the Porsche, I barely had time to adjust my dress around my thighs when Max pulled me to him and crushed his mouth over mine. He tasted so good, like mint and coffee all mixed together. I allowed my body to mould to his as my fingers coursed through his jet-black hair, and I moaned. I loved the taste of him; I couldn’t get enough. As his tongue darted out, I held onto it, drawing it into the alcove of my mouth, sucking on it like a little cock. I released him and he continued to tongue-fuck my mouth, exploring, probing, and tasting every inch. No way was I denying myself this ecstasy.