Chapter 23
PAIGE
“Hey, Mr. Fox,” I say softly as I enter the presidential suite, the lights from the corridor illuminating every contour of furniture in the enormous space.
With one hand on the door to hold it open, I pause at the threshold, caught somewhere between the pull of what’s right and the lure of something reckless. Stepping inside would go beyond a mistake; it’d be a deal with the devil. One I’m willing to accept.
Only for one afternoon, though, nothing more.
It’s a one-time thing to scratch the itch and get each other out of our systems.
Eyes pinned on him, I stare at a motionless Max, who looks surprised to see me, sitting on a leather chair on the other side of the suite. With no lights on in the room, he appears dark, menacing, and his features and rich brown hair almost look black against the closed white drapes behind him.
A smirk pulls at my lips.
Ah, so he wants to replay the game in the dark again.
I like it.
Might love it, actually. The wetness pooling between my legs is evidence that I want him.
My hand uncurls from around the door handle as I move fully inside the room, taking the first step into hell. If we get caught, we’ll be burned to cinders.
The anticipation and danger of it all pulses through me so hard I’m surprised he can’t hear the blood pumping through my veins.
Slamming shut behind me, the door automatically locks, plunging us into semi-darkness.
“Bunny.” Max’s smooth voice holds a rasp of excitement. “I didn’t think you’d show.” He doesn’t move from where he’s seated.
“I didn’t think I would either.” I sat in the bar for over an hour weighing up my options.
To be good or not to be? My inner bad girl won.
“I’m so fucking happy you’re here.”
Sure he is.
We’re about to explore the forbidden one last time.
Then we’ll shut it down.
“I only have four hours.” I lied to Emma and told her I’d be held up in meetings at the last minute, something I never do.
This is reckless of me and careless of us. Most of our work colleagues are still downstairs in the bar labeling today as a working lunch, and if anyone caught us, it would be game over for both of us, yet I’m still here.
“Four hours will never be enough with you.” His deep voice is crisp and clear and full of intention: he wants more than just today.
“Well, it will have to do.” It’s not completely dark in the room as the afternoon sun shines through the edges of the drapes, creating a halo of light.
What we’re about to do is far from angelic.
There’s enough light for me to see his smirk and the firm grip around the arms of his chair he’s glued to.
I drop my workbag onto the floor and step away, removing my suit jacket and letting it fall to the ground before reaching up to unzip my dress.
From neckline to hem, I slowly, provocatively unzip each of the interlocking teeth of the zipper, easing it down inch by painfully slow inch, letting the fabric loosen and slip from my shoulders like a whisper, pooling at my feet.
I step out of it with my eyes fixed ahead, daring, inviting.
I can feel the heat of his approval as Max watches every movement I make.
Wearing nothing but my matching silk and lace lingerie, and sky-high heels, I’m petrified.
I’m no longer in my twenties. Yeah, I work out and look after myself, but I’m curvier than the women I’ve seen him photographed with.
I’m more hourglass with love handles you can fill your hands with than a gazelle-type model.
Running his pointer finger along his bottom lip, back and forth, rhythmically, hypnotically, he assesses me as I stand before him completely exposed.
I step toward him one more time, but he stops me in my tracks when he tells me to, “Lose the lingerie, leave the heels on.”
I raise one eyebrow in challenge, my body aching for his touch.
“Now, Paige.” His impatient tone suggests I should obey, which I know I will as I’m powerless here. I’m powerless against him when we are like this together.
As seductively as I can, I slip my thumbs into my barely there string panties and slide them down my hips and legs before removing them completely.
In a last-minute decision, I throw them his way, and as if he was expecting me to do it, his lightning-quick reaction has him catching them, balling them into his fist before lifting them to his nose, where he inhales a deep breath and lets out a desperate-sounding groan.
“Now the bra.” He stuffs my panties into the pocket of his dress pants, his eyes never leaving mine as he licks his lips. His gaze drops down my body, appraising me lazily, unlocking an unfamiliar feeling within me.
Lust, pride, longing? I’m too busy reaching around my back to unhook the clasp and slip the delicate fabric off my shoulders to give it any more energy.
Holding my bra out to the side, I drop it to the floor dramatically, getting carried away in the moment.
The way his eyes travel across my body, lingering on my pussy and boobs, make me feel wanted, the deep throb between my legs now pounding much harder than it was before.
I’m desperate for him to touch me.
“C’mere.” He crooks his finger at me, beckoning me to move toward him, and when I’m only a step away, he tells me to kneel.
As he points to the floor, he spreads his legs wide to make room for me.
Unquestioningly, I bend down and rest my knees on the deep carpeted floor.
“You know what to do. Don’t make me spell it out for you, Bunny.” His strong commanding words are a complete contrast to the softness of his hand he’s running down my cheek.
When he runs his thumb over my bottom lip, I open my mouth and slip it inside, then suck it. Hard. Twisting my tongue around it, reminding him of what I did at The Velvet Rooms.
It takes less than a second for him to reach for my hand before rubbing it over his hard length. “Feel what you do to me, Paige.”
“Mmmm,” I hum around his thick digit and give his cock a firm squeeze.
“Fuck, yeah. Now take my cock out.” He pulls his thumb out of my mouth.
Like the good little bunny I am, I willingly obey, removing his shoes and socks first, then make light work of his belt, fly and button of his dress pants.
He lifts his hips off the chair to help me get rid of them entirely then, grabbing the collar of his shirt, he pulls it up and over his head, throwing it on the floor.
I lick my lips, preparing myself to taste him again. It’s what I’ve imagined doing since our first encounter.
Teasingly, I brush my hands up his legs which are covered in soft hairs. He wasn’t lying when he told me he was hairy all over. He feels amazing, and warm, hard; everything I could ever want in a man.
When he grabs the base of his cock, I lean in and open my mouth wide and waste no time, greedily pulling him into the back of my throat.
“Holy fucking shit,” he almost roars.
To hell with going slow and limbering up. I want to give him an even better blow job than I did the first time.
He grabs the sides of my face and fucks my mouth, making me gag when he goes too deep, but I don’t stop; instead, I suck him harder, bobbing my head back and forth, moaning because I’m enjoying every scorching-hot minute of it.
As I dig my nails into the skin of his thighs, he suddenly pulls his dick out of my mouth, holding his cock at the base and grins down at me.
Desperate to explore his body again, slowly I run my hands up his thighs then abs, making him flinch and moan from my touch.
“Do you want more, Paige?” He taps the head of his cock on my lips, painting them with precum, transferring my lipstick onto his head.
I push my tongue right out of my mouth and lick the underside of his cock, flicking the thick vein of his shaft.
I grin up at him, and his eyes are full of desire when I lick his length from base to tip, flicking it again using the tip of my rigid tongue.
“Do you like sucking my cock?”
I nod and pull him into my mouth again, making him fling his head back with a deep groan. “Oh, fuck, baby, you’re so fucking good at that.”
Swirling my tongue around his head, I suck and lick, making him thicken in my mouth. He won’t last much longer unless I stop.
“You’re fucking perfect, Paige.” He looks down at me with admiration and something twists in my chest, making it burn from the closeness growing between us.
He pulls my hair out of the bun it was in, unraveling my long hair. Then he gathers it into his hand and grabs hold of it, creating a ponytail before arching my head right back. His dick falls out of my mouth, and I’m gasping, panting, needing more as my arousal coats my thighs.
“I want you.” He crashes his lips against mine, invading my mouth with his tongue. It’s a rough kiss, desperate even, as his fingers grip my hair tighter. It’s a painful pleasure I want to chase and want more of.
His other hand moves between my legs, and I groan when his thick digit slides between my lips, then he pinches my clit between his deft fingers. I widen my legs for him, kneeling upward to prevent him from bending so far down.
Repeatedly, he works me into a frenzy, rubbing my clit with his fingers. My body is completely on fire and about to burst into flames, and I moan in ecstasy when he pushes his finger inside of me, then another easily, because I’m so wet.
“Can you take another?” he asks, mumbling against my lips.
“Yes,” I gasp, panting like the needy little bitch I am.
He adds another, stretching me in pleasurable, painful ways.
“Fuck. You are so wet.” With my hair still wrapped around his hand, he pulls me off his lips using my hair, arching my neck further back, staring down at me in the dim light.
“Now, are you going to come for me like a good little bunny?” he rasps.
“Yes,” I pant. I’m almost there.