He pummelled me, slamming in and withdrawing. I was beginning to crave the burning sensation. At the same time, he strummed and flicked my clit with expert fingers. I was writhing with pleasure under his ministrations. Max turned off the vibrator and completely withdrew it from me; I whined in annoyance.
“Put it back in, Max. Please,” I begged him.
“Take it out, put it back in? Make up your mind, baby,” he teased me and aimed the tip of the vibrator on my twitching hole, gently pushing it back in.
“You ready to come yet, babe?” he rasped as he flicked the vibrator back on.
There was no burning, only sheer pleasure; a pleasure I was craving.
“Relax, Princess, and it won’t hurt. Bear down on the vibrator. Harder,” he instructed. “Yeah, that’s it, like that. Sweet Jesus. I can feel the vibrator on my dick. Fuck!”
Max now gripped my ass cheeks in both hands, pounding into me forcefully. His orgasm was hot and wet and messy. I milked every drop until I felt myself spiralling.
“Sweet mother of God. That was fucking amazing.”
We collapsed on the bed together, totally spent. I rolled over and breathlessly blurted out, “I can’t believe I let you stick a vibrator up my butt, Max Brunetti!”
“Ah, that’s the best part, baby: you let me do it. That’s why it was amazing.”
“Ha,” I scoffed. “It was so amazing, I’ll be sore for days. I think you need to put that beast back in its recovery mode, Max.”
“Sure thing, Princess,” Max grinned wickedly.
He kissed me languidly, refusing to let me go. “So much for sleeping in,” I whispered then winked at him.
Max reached up and cupped my face. “I’ll make it up to you, babe, I promise, but you need to get up; we have an early plane to catch. I have to meet with Marco and give him the run down about the Darwin contract.”
He got up and spanked me on my ass playfully then headed toward the bathroom. The grin he gave me made me think he didn’t quite understand what I meant by recovery mode.
***
MAX
We were on the private jet heading back to Adelaide when I remembered Jada never did tell me how she got that scar. My mind was on other things. I had totally forgotten about looking over Tate Turner’s file, and I needed to do it soon. I’ll do it when I get back to the Barossa; I want to enjoy this time away with Jada. I looked over at her next to me on the plane reading her fashion magazine; she was absolutely gorgeous. I had taken a gamble when I asked her to come with me on this business trip, but it had been a gamble that had paid off. Soon, she would be my wife, and…
“Max,” Jada interrupted my train of thought. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you and I can never find the right time to do so…so I’m…I…I’m going to do it now.”
I looked at her beautiful green eyes, and they were filled with sadness and worry; her hands were clenched in front of her. “What is it, babe? Why are you looking so concerned?”
“It’s about Tate Turner. I…ummm…I saw him a couple of times when I was living in Sydney, and I went out to dinner with him,” she blurted out.
I was hoping I had made a mistake and not understood what she’d said, but I heard her correctly. She dated Tate fucking Turner. I was angry.
“Fuck, Jada,” I whispered in a menacing growl. “I can’t believe you dated that prick! Why the fuck would you go on a date with Tate Turner? And you tell me now that we are on a plane and I have to remain seated. Geez!”
“Please, Max, let me finish.” Jada grabbed on to my hand and clutched at it. Her hands were shaking, her eyes pleading with me. “What I have to tell you is not easy.”
“Go on. I’m listening, but I can’t promise I won’t get angry.”
“Thank you.” She exhaled a shaky breath. “First of all, let me make this very clear: it most definitely was not a date. It all started when he came to one of my fashion shoots in Sydney. He told me my father was in financial trouble, which I already knew, and that if I wanted to help him, I should meet with him over dinner and he’d be able to help.”
“Oh, I bet he could, the asshole!”
“After that one dinner date, I refused to meet with him again. He told me all I had to do was sign my shares to the Sinclair Winery along with Milan’s over to him, and he would be able to get my father out of financial ruin.”
That fucking bastard. He went to Jada to ask for her shares? Damn it, Zane and Marco were right. The girls were in grave danger if Turner gets out. Not if but when.
“What happened? How did you get rid of the asshole?”