“You surprise me, Max.”
“Really, and why is that, babe?” He propped his feet up on the coffee table in front of us. I felt the change in his body immediately; he was completely relaxed now.
“Well, it’s no secret the reputation you have. Max Brunetti: billionaire womaniser who always gets what he wants.”
He laughed. “Yes, I’m well-aware of my reputation, but I take offense to being labelled a womaniser. Every woman I’ve ever been with has been treated with the utmost respect.”
Now that shocked me; I’d never known a man who treated his one-night stands respectfully. “So, you’re really nothing like people say you are.”
“Or maybe you just don’t know me that well yet,” he teased.
I changed my mind. I wanted to tell him.
“Max,” I whispered, barely audible. “I need to…” Just as I was about to confess my biggest secret, his phone rang.
“Yeah, what’s the deal? It better be good and worth my while, Zane. I swear, I’ve had a shit of a day and I’ve only just walked in the door, hoping to spend some quality time with my sexy fiancée.” Max smiled at me while he continued to talk on the phone and put his hand on my thigh, caressing it with a firm gentleness. It was as if he’d pushed the power button to my libido or something. White-hot desire shot through my veins and pooled between my legs.
He leaned in closer, sliding his hand further up my leg, his fingers brushing over my throbbing sex and massaging me through my denim shorts. My heart rate increased and my breath caught in my throat. I was so focused on what his hand was doing that I completely forgot he was talking to Zane on the phone, and I had to stifle back a groan.
His touch was always so electrifying, and he made me forget about all the negativity in life. Max’s strokes grew bolder as he continued to talk on the phone. God, it felt so good I couldn’t stop myself from parting my thighs a little wider, giving him better access. He glided his hand toward my denim-clad shorts and travelled up into the opening between my legs, stroking me through my underwear. My shorts were too tight, so he unzipped them and rid them expertly. He grazed his thumb over my engorged clit. I was panting and moaning, and all the while he continued his conversation on the phone, but his eyes were fixated on me. I arched into him, pushing against his hand wanting more. I needed him. I wanted him inside me.
At the same time his fingers plunged into my sex, I reached over and touched him, gripping his cock and rubbing it through the material of his pants. God, he felt so big. I was not at all surprised to find him fully erect. It was empowering to know I’d done that to him, that I had that kind of effect on him. With his fingers deep inside me thrusting in and out, and his thumb still circling my clit while my hand was gliding up and down his shaft, I was on the verge of climaxing.
“Yeah, I’m still fucking here. I heard you the first time. Fine, but I need to do this now, Zane; it can’t wait, so I’ll catch the next available flight,” Max shouted into the phone and then hung up. He threw the phone over his shoulder, not caring where it landed, and dipped his head down to my clit, sucking on it furiously and nipping at it with his teeth. I couldn’t focus on anything but my own release, so I let go of his engorged cock to thread my fingers through his hair, pushing myself into his face even harder.
“Ah…Oh, God, Max…fuck, that feels so good. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Make me come.”
Within seconds, I detonated.
“Do you know how fucking hot that was, Princess, with you fucking my hand while I was on the phone? Then having you come on my face like that, babe. Your pussy has the sweetest taste in the world. Better than any sweet-tasting wine in the Barossa. You have no idea how much I want to fuck you, baby. Wait, let me rephrase that. I need to fuck you. But I can’t.”
“What…What do you mean, you can’t? We’ve got all night…you said—”
He cut me off. “Nah, babe, we haven’t. That was Zane on the phone; I need to fly out to Melbourne as soon as possible. He’s organised for me to meet with the lawyer to set up a new clause over those shares. You know I’ve got to go, right, Princess?
Still breathless from our encounter, I just nodded.
“Let me just call my personal assistant and organise the private jet.”
While Max made his call in the study, I took the opportunity to rearrange my clothes. Shit, I must look a mess. I was smoothing out my hair when Max returned.
“Okay, it’s all set. It’ll only be for a few days, babe, and I’ll be back first thing Saturday morning.”