Wicked Valentine(14)
“Yes, yes, yes!” She screamed.
Her body bounced on the desk with each slam of his cock into her cunt. She dropped her hands from his shoulders to lay them flat on the surface behind her. The straps of her dress slid down her arms, and he watched her breasts jiggle, her puckered nipples calling him to taste and nibble on them. He lowered his head and sucked a taut tip into his mouth.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god…” Her voice rose, and her pussy flutter wildly, gripping his dick until he struggled to thrust into her tightened sheath.
His powerful thrusts increased in speed, until she was gasping for breath with each stroke.
“Baby, you feel amazing,” he groaned.
Her body tensed in his arms. Their gazes met. She grabbed his forearms and held tight. Multiple shudders racked her body, she screamed his name, and her pussy sucked him deep into her slick core.
His orgasm rushed him, almost making his knees buckle. His hips jerked into her in short, shallow thrusts, draining him of his cum.
When he glanced at her, a new softness filled her eyes. He kissed her then. His heart clenched around the emotions running rampant inside him. Yes, he wanted her body. Who the hell wouldn’t? She was the sexiest woman he’d ever met. But it was more than that. There was this strength that drew him to her.
Her attitude was a little on the fiery side when upset, but she was perfect in his eyes. In a lazy caress, he stroked her breasts, down to her waist and around her back until he hugged her in his arms. He wanted her. Wanted a lot more than just a simple fling.
Nina held on to Max, his cock still inside her, while he hugged her. For the first time in her life, she hated her job. Hated that he was her boss and this could never turn into a relationship. Eve and others would make things incredibly uncomfortable for her. She was the junior agent and still trying to make her own mark in his successful agency. Pain tugged at her heart, urging her to ignore the rules and enjoy Max. What others didn’t know wouldn’t hurt, right? It could be their secret.
A sense of loss filled her when he stepped away from her.
“Stay here. I’ll be right back.” He gave her a quick kiss, fixed his pants, and marched away. She lost sight of him when he turned a corner.
Hopping off the desk, she glanced around the living area. A photograph of a group of people drew her attention. Max’s handsome face immediately stood out. As did the one of the woman she’d seen him with at lunch. What type of relationship did they have?
The sound of his footsteps made her turn away from the photo.
“Come on.” He smiled and grabbed her hand. “I have a surprise for you.”
“But I already came, does this mean I get to come again?” She laughed.
He chuckled and tugged at her hand. “Only if you’re a good girl.”
She snorted. “I’m always good. If I didn’t know better I’d swear you spy on me. Who told you I like surprises?”
He grinned, tugging her along. “You have to be the only woman that always says ‘we have to keep this a surprise’ for every party at the office.” He mock groaned when she lightly smacked his arm.
She sniffed and raised her chin. “You seem to enjoy those little surprises.”
“I do.” He hugged her to his side. “That’s why it’s your turn now.”
After passing enough doors that she started to wonder how many bedrooms the pool house had, they reached an open entryway. She stared at the beautiful scene before her.
“This is amazing,” she whispered.
They were in an indoor garden. Glass walls surrounded the place, giving the already-open doors even more of an outdoor look. This side of the house faced a river. And that was the view they had in the glass room. It was obvious the room was an extension of the house to keep the outdoors inside when the weather was bad.
A table was set for two in the center of the room. He held her seat for her and then pulled a covering off their plates.
“I had arranged for dinner.” He lifted a brow. “But someone got me distracted. I think we are OK because the food should still be hot.”
She bit her lip to keep from smiling. “I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not.”
Chapter Seven
He shook his head and opened up the wine bottle. “I had the steak made the way you like it.”
When did he notice how she liked her steak? She glanced down at the perfectly cooked skirt steak with vegetables and potatoes. Of course, her stomach chose that moment to grumble.
She smiled sheepishly. “I guess I’ve worked up an appetite.”
His impeccable manners were causing havoc on her self-control. But she already knew Max didn’t do anything half-assed. So far he’d been not only the perfect gentleman, but so sweet she wanted to tie him up and keep him.