Wicked Valentine (Sizzling Encounters)(10)

“No more torturing. Come fuck me already.”

He lifted a brow, but the quirk of his lips indicated he found her words amusing. He crawled up the bed, up her body, and bracketed his arms by her sides.

A hot shiver slid up her spine. She widened her legs, waiting for him to finally take her, fill her with his cock, and douse the fire in her pussy. Their gazes locked, held, and the connection between them grew. Lifting her hands to the back of his head, she pulled him down for a kiss. Their lips connected, and he slid into her in a quick, hard thrust. She moaned, and he took the opportunity to delve his tongue into her mouth. Lightning shot back and forth between her pussy and her nipples. With each stroke into her cunt and mouth, he lit a new fire in her core. She dug her nails into the back of his head, twined her fingers through his soft strands, and gripped them.

He groaned, increasing the harshness and speed of his thrusts.

Air caught in her lungs. She whimpered and raked her nails down to his shoulders, continuing until she was clinging to his bunched arm muscles. The loud sound of skin slapping skin turned her on even more than her own moans and his grunts.

He kissed the corner of her mouth, caught her lip between his teeth, and sucked. “Mmm.”

Her pussy fluttered. The orgasm she wanted so badly closed in on her. She tilted her hips, allowing for even deeper penetration.

“Yes, Max. Harder.”

Satisfaction coursed through her with the increase in speed. He hammered her with his cock until she gasped, her orgasm tearing through her.

“Fuck, baby.” He groaned, thrust into her a final time, and tensed. His dick pulsed inside her, kissed the neck of her womb, and jerked. They were locked together, each enjoying the bliss of their own climax.



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Max turned to Nina. They were at the entrance to her building. He grinned when she gripped the neckline of the trench coat and frowned at him.

“Couldn’t you have picked up a simple pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt? I am naked under this thing.”

Her complaint only made him smile. “I know.”

“Oh brother,” she groaned and rolled her eyes.

He chuckled. “It was last minute. I wanted something for you to wear in case your little dress didn’t make it.”

She glared at him. “My little dress would have made it if you hadn’t torn the straps off after I put it on to leave.”

He shrugged. “I wanted you out of it.”

“Maxwell.” Her voice held an edge of exhaustion. “You had me out of it. A lot of times, in case you’ve forgotten.” She yawned and stared at him with sleepy eyes. “It’s fine, but I really need some sleep.”

“Wait,” he said, right when she grabbed hold of the door handle. “We’re still on for tomorrow night, right?” He wanted to make sure she hadn’t changed her mind.

A soft smile tugged at her lips. “Yes, Max. I won’t change my mind.”

He kissed her. Just a quick taste. Pleasure filled him when he moved away from her, because her eyes had an unfocused aroused look he loved seeing in them.

“You promise you’ll call me if anything happens to change things?”

“Yes, but I don’t foresee any issues.” She bit her lip, her eyes taking a faraway look while she thought. “Alex and Andrew are in her cabin this weekend, so I’m not seeing her. And I’m too tired to hit the gym by myself. So, unless you change our plans, we should be fine. Relax.”

“All right.” He squeezed her hand and let go. “I’ll speak to you later then.”

She nodded, smiling. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She hopped out of the car. When she reached the entrance, she turned, smiled, and waved.

He grinned and waved back. Glass doors slid open and allowed her entrance. He sat there, watching her greet the doorman. Once she disappeared into the elevator, he smiled and left.



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Something was wrong. Max had called Nina earlier in the day, but she’d sounded really sleepy before agreeing to meet him later on. When he dialed her again, it went straight to her voicemail. He tapped his foot on the carpet impatiently while waiting for the elevator to take him to her floor.

He pounded on her door repeatedly until he heard movement inside. It felt like forever before the door opened and Nina, wearing a pair of pajama shorts and a tank, blinked at him from under drooping lashes.

“Hi, Max. Is it time to go already?” She yawned, heading back into the apartment.

“What’s wrong with you?” Fear clutched his gut. She looked ready to pass out. He shut the door behind him and followed her into her living area. Worry grew with every moment he watched her. She dropped on the black sectional, her eyes immediately closing.

“I’m just a little tired. My CFS got to me.” She yawned again and spoke with her eyes closed. Her pitch lowered as she snuggled into the zebra-striped throw blanket. “I had a lot of work, so I stayed up late last night catching up.”

CFS? “You mean you didn’t go to sleep when I dropped you off?” He became alarmed.

She shook her head. “I just need a little nap.” Seconds later her breathing evened in sleep.

He walked to her kitchen and opened drawers, closing them slowly so he wouldn’t wake her. Finally he found what he needed-a bunch of menus. She’d even circled her favorites out of each. He called one and ordered their dinner.

Then he looked up CFS on a search engine. “Chronic Fatigue Syndrome,” he said softly.

Scanning the information on the screen, he realized their long night of lovemaking, coupled with little to no sleep, had taken a severe toll on her.

He marched to her bedroom. He noticed she kept everything neat, without the large abundance of knickknacks women usually kept on their dressers. She had a single standing jewelry box and a few bottles of lotions and perfumes, but otherwise the surface of the dresser was uncluttered.

The bedroom was decorated in soft green tones, to match the bedding and curtains. Back in the living room, he picked her up in his arms. Her head pillowed on his shoulder, and her soft breath caressed the curve of his neck. Carefully, he laid her on the bed and covered her with the blankets.

It was easy to let her sleep and rest instead of bothering her with a date. They could go out any other time. Her health was more important than tickets to the theater.

On his way to the kitchen, he bumped a small table by the entrance. When he tried to keep it from falling, he pressed on the answering machine by mistake.

There was an unheard message, the blinking light indicating it was new, that started to play before he got a chance to stop it.

“You’re fucking with the wrong person, and you’re going to regret it. This is your final warning.”

He frowned. The threat was clear in the deep voice. He shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone.

“JT?”

“What’s up, Max? Long time no talk.” His friend chuckled. “Well, not since I beat your at poker two weeks ago.”

He grunted. When he wasn’t working for his security company, JT played poker tournaments, so of course he was going to whip Max’s ass when they played. He didn’t play because he wanted to win, although it would be nice at some point in his life to not lose in such high fashion; he played because it was a great way to spend time with his old college buddy.

“Can you do me a favor and look into someone’s phone records?” He proceeded to give his friend the information he had and played the message for him to hear.

“Yeah. No problem, man. I’ll give you a call as soon as I have anything.”

The thought of someone threatening her made his anger rise. He’d hire JT’s team to take care of her, if necessary. She was not taking the messages as a threat, or she’d have done something about it by now. From what the person had stated, this was not her first threat and she’d not mentioned it to him. He was thankful he’d bumped into the table and heard the message.

Heavy knocks at the door caught his attention, probably the food he’d ordered for them. He glanced over his shoulder to the bedroom. He’d wait awhile before waking her.





Something smelled really good. Nina’s stomach rumbled and begged for nourishment. She blinked, sat up, and glanced around the room. Where was Max?

As if he’d read her mind, he walked in carrying a tray. His sexy grin made her heart trip.

“Hey there, sleeping beauty. I have food.” He sounded as though the plate held gold. Sadly, with the hunger she was experiencing, she felt as if he was bringing her a treasure.

“And I’ll give you whatever you want if you pass it over.” She grinned, her stomach grumbling.

He winked. “I’ll hold you to that.”

She laughed and stared at the tray on her lap. The aroma of chicken, vegetables, and a buttered biscuit made her groan.

“Chicken stew,” he said.

“You are amazing.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to realize that,” he grumbled.

“I’m sorry about our date, Max.” She dug into her food.

He shrugged. “That’s nothing. We’re still spending time together.” He scowled. “You should’ve said something about your illness. I could’ve brought you home sooner. We could’ve tamped down some of the stuff we did.”

She grinned, watched his face flush, and laughed. “I wouldn’t have changed any of it.”