Malice

Chapter 21

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Gwendolyn

“Do you want to come in for a drink?” Max asked after he came around to open my door. We were parked in his garage.

My stomach somersaulted.

I swallowed my nerves down and checked, “Is that code for getting naked and fooling around?”

He threw his head back and laughed.

It was good to see he was in a better mood than earlier. I’d worried being called into the club would sour the night.

I’d also briefly worried he might be disappointed by the situation I’d found myself in with Veronica. But the way he instantly backed me comforted me. I probably should have felt bad for Veronica, but I couldn’t find it within me. Should that scare me? Probably.

When his laughter waned, he reached out, cupped the back of my head, and dragged me close. “After the way the night went, I didn’t want to presume, doll. But the offer will always be on the table.”

“To get naked?” I checked.

His lips twitched. “Exactly.”

I nodded once, smiling. “Then I’d like to.”

He drew me in for a kiss, one filled with desire and promise that had my body humming with need for the man in front of me.

With his hands on my hips, he moved us closer to the door that led inside the house. He spun me, and I let out a wild laugh but lost it as soon as he pinned me to the wood and kissed me again.

There was a beep, and I would have fallen if it wasn’t for the man picking me up and planting me on my feet inside.

“We’re not really getting a drink, right?” I checked, glancing behind me as we walked down the hallway.

There was a flash of teeth before he said, “Fuck no.”

The destination was the bedroom. Along the way, we managed to bump into a few walls as we tasted and pawed at each other. He shuddered when I slipped a hand under his jacket and shirt, tracing it over his smooth skin. A low growl left his lips, touching my neck before he nipped there.

As soon as we entered, I turned to him. He stopped right in front of me, close enough that the air between us felt charged. My skin prickled when he cupped my cheeks with both hands and bent slowly, deliberately. His eyes searched my face like he was waiting for fear, waiting for me to pull away.

I didn’t.

I wouldn’t.

I couldn’t.

He brushed his mouth against mine in a testing kiss before he pulled back just enough to study me again. It wasn’t enough. It felt like standing on the edge of a cliff and not jumping. I wanted to leap right into this with him, even when it scared me.

I slid my hands over his arms to drag him back down. When my teeth caught his bottom lip, a low groan rolled out of him, and his hand locked in my hair, tugging. The kiss deepened instantly. It was hungry and consuming, spreading heat through me until my toes curled.

“Fuck, doll,” he murmured.

His hand slipped lower, squeezing my ass and dragging me closer until I felt his hardness against my stomach. The realization that it was me who turned him on sent a shiver through me. A quiet moan escaped before I could stop it.

Max tore his mouth away with a ragged breath. His eyes dropped to my lips. “Your mouth was made to be mine.”

“Yes, Max,” I breathed. I would agree to pretty much anything in that moment.

He tightened his fingers in my hair, pulling a gasp from my throat. “You wet for me, baby?” I hummed as he nipped at the front of my neck. “Do you want me on my knees, baby, between your soft little thighs, eating your pussy?”

Said pussy pulsed and my belly fluttered.

“Please.”

A rough sound left him, and his hands convulsed on me before he stepped back and roughly ordered, “Go climb on the bed.”

The moment he let go, I rushed to obey. I pulled my dress up and dropped it to the carpet. I kicked off my heels and climbed onto the bed with my panties and bra on.

“Fuck me,” he muttered.

He stripped slow—jacket first, then his shirt—letting the fabric fall as though he knew exactly what it was doing to me.

Firm muscles flexed beneath warm skin. The sight made my mouth water.

Ink marked him everywhere—his hands, climbing his arms, spreading across his chest. At the center sat a crow, wings outstretched from one side of his chest to the other, dark and striking. It suited him perfectly.

When he unfastened his pants, my breath hitched. I pressed my thighs together, a slow ache building low in my stomach. He pushed the fabric down his legs with unhurried confidence, then stepped out of them as well as his shoes and socks.

Dressed in only black boxers, which were tented, he stopped in front of me. “Open those pretty legs, doll. Show me where you want me.”

Placing my feet on the mattress, I parted my knees and revealed my lace-covered crotch.

When he reached out, he wrapped each hand around my ankles and dragged me toward him. I laughed, but it faded as he gripped the sides of my panties and drew them down my legs.

He dropped them to the floor and leaned over me. “You’re fuckin’ stunning, baby.” He traced a finger over the top of my breast that peeked out from the bra. “And mine.” He dipped and kissed over my left breast and then the right.

My breath hitched when his mouth moved down my stomach, each kiss rougher than the last, almost desperate. He slid his hands under my thighs as he got to his knees on the floor and tugged me closer.

“God… I’ve wanted this,” he muttered against the skin of my hip, voice strained.

The raw need in his tone made my pulse race even faster.

When he looked up at me, his eyes were dark and intense, like he was asking and promising all at once. My fingers tightened in the sheets as anticipation coiled tight in my chest.

He licked from one hip to the next before kissing my waxed mound.

“Please, Max,” I begged.

The slow tease made me impatient. I needed him. Wanted him.

A finger glided over my wet seam. “Christ, doll, you’re drenched for me.

” He lifted his finger and sucked my juices off it with a deep groan.

“Even better than I thought.” He cupped my pussy with the heel of his palm pressed against my clit.

“This is mine, doll. No one is to touch you again but me.”

I nodded.

“No fuckin’ one,” he clipped.

“I’m all yours, Max.”

He smiled wickedly before he hooked my legs up over his shoulders and dove down to lick, suck, and tongue.

A breath tore out of me before I could stop it, and I gripped his hair as every nerve in my body lit up at once. His groan was dirty and hot as he forced his tongue deep. The world narrowed to the feel of the pleasure he was delivering. He held my thighs as he drove me crazy with his mouth.

My hips lifted without thinking, chasing the sensation, chasing him.

“Please” slipped out, soft and shaky, and the sound of it seemed to undo him.

He let out another groan against me, and I lost his mouth at my hole so he could fuck me with his fingers while he used the tip of his tongue over my clit.

The tension that’d been building for weeks—months—tightened until it felt impossible to hold. Every touch, every breath, every quiet sound between us pushed me closer to the edge, until I finally shattered, crying out, “Max!”

When he lifted his head, the look in his eyes made my chest ache. I dropped my legs to the bed, and he licked and sucked his way back up to me.

“Taste yourself on my tongue,” he ordered before kissing me.

Reaching down between us, I rubbed over his boxer-covered cock, feeling how hard he was for me.

He tore his mouth from mine and roughly said, “I’ve got to have you. Want your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock, doll.”

And this time, there was no hesitation left between us.

“Then take me,” I told him as I pushed his boxers down. His cock kicked up, and I wound a hand around it, stroking. “Condom.”

He nodded, watching my hand around his dick.

Smiling, I said, “Unless you want me to just continue doing this?”

“Fuck no,” he clipped before he left the bed, making the cold seep into me, until he came back with a condom in hand. “Next time, I want to fill you with my seed and watch it drip from you.”

“Please.”

“It’s a promise.”

I bit down on my bottom lip when he ripped it open and slowly rolled it down over his impressive cock.

Could he hear the erratic beat to my heart?

I was about to have sex with my boss. With Mr. Mafia Man. But, to me, none of that mattered. All I wanted was to have him fill me.

“Max,” I whispered.

He read the desire in my gaze and kneeled between my spread legs.

“Jesus, baby. You’ve got me aching to be inside you.”

I smoothed my hands up and down his sides. “Then fuck me.”

He let out a groaned growl and kissed me as he pushed his cock inside my drenched hole.

There was nothing careful or hesitant left now, just the rush of finally giving in, of hands gripping tight, breath mixing, and the quiet sounds neither of us bothered to hide. It felt overwhelming and messy and right all at once.

He pumped in and out, fucking me, filling me in just the right way.

“Jesus, baby,” Max groaned. “You feel so fuckin’ good. Wet and tight.” He grunted. “Perfect.” He leaned down and kissed me, sucking on my tongue and trailing his lips to my neck, scraping his teeth over my flesh. The noises he made had me panting.

“Yes, Max. Yes. Oh, God, harder.”

He did. Lifting himself on his hands, he thrust faster, slapping our bodies together and driving me into a wild frenzy of feelings.

“Mine. Fuckin’ mine. No one else’s,” he bit out through his pumps.

“Max,” I panted and moaned. “I-I’m going to come again.”

“Do it, doll. Come over my cock. I want to feel it.” My pussy fluttered and clamped around him, and he let out another raw groan, leaning down to kiss me as he filled the condom.

He slowed his thrusts to a soft glide in and out as he mouthed my neck. “I knew you’d be good for me, doll. Knew you were going to drive me crazy, and now I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of you.”

Reaching up, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his shoulder. “I’ll always be ready and waiting for whenever you want to do this again.”

I felt his satisfied grin against my skin.

When he pulled out, I shivered at the loss of him. He didn’t go far, though. He took care of the condom and quickly slipped back into bed, pulling me into his arms with my back to his chest.

The quiet was broken only by our heavy breathing. His fingers traced slow circles against my skin.

“I probably should have left you alone to live your life. But you grabbed my attention in a way no one else has, and as soon as you did, there was no going back. You really are mine, Gwen.”

His admission had my heart swooning and pounding.

I threaded my fingers through his and lifted our joined hands to kiss each of his fingers. “You’re stuck with me like gum to a shoe, Mr. Mafia Man.”

His chuckle had me smiling.

Every muscle in my body felt loose and heavy, the earlier urgency we had replaced with a deep, satisfied calm.

I’d had sex with my boss, and it was the best sex of my life.

“I should probably get home soon,” I murmured, my voice sleepy and reluctant.

He pulled me tighter against him, pressing a kiss into my shoulder. “Stay a minute,” he said quietly.

A minute didn’t sound bad at all.

I rolled, shifting closer to put my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His fingers drifted lazily up and down my arm, slow and comforting, and my eyes slipped shut without me meaning them to.

The last thing I remembered thinking was that I needed to get up so I was home for the kids in the morning.