Chapter 35 #6
“Can I invite Claire over, then?” Lila asks, pressing forward without realizing how her movement grinds against him.
“I’m not sure. I don’t think she’s a good influence on you,” Max replies.
Lila rolls her eyes and mutters under her breath, “You’re not a good influence on anyone.”
“I’ll think about it.”
The silence that follows is thick with unspoken tension.
Lila tries to pull herself off his lap. A mix of anger and resignation burns in her chest as she considers retreating to the bathroom to go through her nightly routine and crawl into bed.
Every attempt to reclaim even a little control ends the same way, so why does she keep trying?
Despite her efforts, his hands remain firmly on her hips, holding her in place.
“I feel like I’m losing my mind here. I need some real human interaction. Mason hardly talks, and you come home so late. It’s just not enough.”
“I didn’t know you were such an extrovert,” he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
“Ugh! When is this punishment period over? Do you even like me?” she demands, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting those full, pink lips that make him want to kiss and bite them. “Why are you punishing me like this? I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Of course I like you,” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. “I like you so much.”
He places a hand on her back, pulling her closer until their bodies are flush.
Without hesitation, he captures her lips in a deep, lingering kiss, as if trying to convey with touch what words could never fully express.
When her lips part slightly, he seizes the moment, slipping his tongue into her mouth and drawing a soft, involuntary moan from her.
She has no idea how an open-mouthed kiss can make her feel so exposed, so achingly vulnerable.
She melts against him, every nerve on fire under his expert touch.
After nearly a week without intimacy, the intensity leaves no doubt: desire simmers between them, raw and undeniable.
She pulls back slightly, catching her breath, and looks at him.
“What do you like about me?” she whispers, her voice barely audible, the yearning in her eyes unmistakable.
She craves reassurance that his feelings reach beyond the physical, beyond lust. From a young age, she’d wanted the love fairy tales promised—to be loved and cherished by someone who chose her above everything else.
And in this moment of longing and vulnerability, she doesn't mind that it's him instead of the man she’s pined for all these years.
She can feel his member underneath her, fully hardened, straining against his trousers to be released.
“I like everything,” he murmurs, voice thick with desire.
His lips trail along her jawline in a series of hot, deliberate kisses, moving slowly, purposefully.
He traces a path down her neck, lingering at every curve, every soft expanse of skin.
She feels his breath warm against her collarbone, then lower, just above the edge of her cleavage.
Each touch sends shivers racing through her—electrifying, possessive, unmistakably deliberate.
He’s taking his time, savoring every inch of her, making it clear that this isn’t a rush.
This is him claiming her, moment by moment, and she’s helpless to resist.
“No. I want to hear exactly what you like about me. Be specific,” she demands, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts. She tightens her grip on his shoulders, disoriented by the pleasure his kisses are stirring inside her. “And it can’t just be that you like having sex with me.”
“Your hair. Your face. Your neck,” he lists, drawing her closer as his fingers trace the curve of her lips.
“These beautiful lips,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss her again.
“Your breasts. Your hips. Your ass.” He grips her hips before sliding his hands slowly down her thighs.
“And these gorgeous fucking legs,” he adds, his palms gliding along her smooth skin until they reach her ankles, resting beside his strong thighs.
“Especially when they wrap around my waist while I’m deep, deep inside you. ”
“So… what you’re saying is that you’re really just into me physically.” Her brows draw together, a faint frown tugging at her lips as a wave of disappointment washes over her.
“It’s not just about sex. Not anymore,” he says earnestly, his gaze unwavering.
His dark eyes, framed by thick, long lashes, lock onto hers as he gives a small nip and suck to the soft flesh of her breast, sending butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
“I like how sweet and caring you are… even when you think I don’t deserve it.
And how far you’d go for the ones you love… even when they truly don’t deserve it.”
“Do you think you deserve it?”
“That’s a dangerous question,” he replies, his expression darkening.
“What do you mean?” she asks softly.
“I want you.” He tucks her hair behind her ear to get a better look at her face. “That’s all that matters.”
It unnerves him how much power she has held over him since the day they met. Like a moth to a flame, he can’t stop himself from being drawn in, captivated by her light and warmth. Before he knew it, she had consumed every part of him.
Lila bites her lip, tempted to tell him that no one always gets what they want. But it would be pointless. Max has proven, time and time again, that he always does.
As if sensing her thoughts, or noticing her sudden downcast gaze, he continues more softly, almost as if to placate her. “You’re so incredibly beautiful, inside and out.”
His expression darkens again, his eyes narrowing with a smoldering intensity that sends a shiver down her spine. She swallows hard, her throat tightening.
His hands return to her hips, his grip firm as he begins to guide her movements.
She feels the pressure of his arousal against her, and he encourages her to rock against it, deepening the tingling sensation spreading through her body as her quim throbs and aches.
Overwhelmed by the intensity, she bites her lip, her eyes brimming with longing as she glances at him from beneath her lashes.
“I kinda missed you today,” she murmurs. “Just a tiny bit. Like a microscopic amount.”
He raises an eyebrow, scrutinizing her with a hint of suspicion. “Yeah? Even after you deliberately ruined one of my favorite shirts?”
She offers a sheepish smile. “Oh, was it one of your favorites?” she asks breathlessly, rolling against his covered erection with more vigor to distract him.
“It was an accident, really. The shirt was just so comfortable, and you already know I’m a bit of a messy eater…
” She cups his face in both hands, gazing down at him. “What about you? Did you miss me?”
“Of course,” he replies, his tone steady, even as a faint blush warms his cheeks with a rosy hue. The grinding is clearly affecting him as well.
“Just a little?” she presses, her eyes searching his.
He looks at her with genuine warmth. “I missed you a lot. I couldn’t wait to get home to be with you.”
Something twists painfully in her chest. If it were Jake, he would have joked that he missed her a microscopic amount, too.
“If only there were a way we could communicate during the day,” she says, testing the waters once more. “Like some kind of communication device. Sort of rectangular, made of various metals… with a touchscreen.”
He chuckles softly. “You can have your phone back,” he says gently, then adds in a more serious tone, “but I need some assurance first.”
Her hands glide from his face down to his shoulders as she leans in to whisper in his ear. “I’ll be good to you. I promise.” She gently nibbles his earlobe before leaning back to give him a tender peck on the lips. “But only if you’ll be good to me first and make me happy.”
He looks skeptical, but she can see the walls around him beginning to crumble. “Yeah?” he asks, his voice tinged with doubt.
“Yeah,” she whispers, her heart fluttering wildly in her chest.
She sounds genuinely sincere to him, and his heart throbs, twisting painfully in his chest.
“How about I give you a little taste, Mr. Businessman?” she continues, gripping his jaw once more, her fingernails pressing into his cheeks. “A proposal of what things could be like. You like it when I’m sweet to you, don’t you?”
“God, yes,” he groans.
She slips out of her robe and, holding the hem of her dress, pulls it over her head.
“You weren’t wearing a bra with Mason around?” Max asks, stunned.
“Shh, Max. You’re ruining the mood.”
“Lila, your dress is so sheer!” he exclaims.
“Relax. It’s not like I was wearing it all day.”
“But—”
She cuts him off by pressing her lips against his and starts unbuttoning his shirt.
He shifts her so he can unzip his trousers and pull down his pants and underwear, releasing his straining member from its confines.
His erection is painfully rock-hard, standing proudly at full mast, desperate for relief.
Precum beads at the head of his cock, the shaft twitching and jerking with excitement at the prospect of getting attention from her again.
She hurriedly strips herself of her panties and, gripping the base of his cock in a tight fist, angles the tip at her tight entrance.
She rubs the head to coat it in her natural slick before beginning her descent down his thick shaft.
Their heated kissing has left her incredibly wet, and her slick canal welcomes him readily—hungrily.
The way his girth stretches and fills her as she lowers herself to take more and more of him makes her head swim with pleasure.
That is, until his massive cock hits the back of her tunnel, the bulbous head pushing hard against her cervix. She moans, caught between pain and pleasure.
“Holy fuck. Why is it so big?” she groans, peering down to where they connect. To her dismay, she sees she still has more to take.