Chapter 17
Lexi
Standing outside the hotel looking in is making me all kinds of nervous.
I’ve stood here for ten minutes thinking of all the reasons I should walk away, but nothing is making me do it.
I can’t believe I’ve let Max talk me into meeting him again.
What does this man have that makes me unable to say no?
I always vowed that I would never let a man control me, use my body, and turn me into a needy mess.
Now, I’m all of the above and more. I don’t like this shallow, pathetic, snivelling woman that I’ve become.
As much as Max has broken me, he made me feel sexy, feminine, like I could take on the world.
That alone has got to be worth me walking into the hotel to find out what he has up his sleeve.
I walk through the doors with my head held high.
Thankfully, the reception desk is busy, and I manage to walk right past without anyone seeing me.
I don’t know how I’d be able to explain that I’m back after leaving for the day, all primped and preened.
Although I know where I’m going, I follow the signs, taking my steps a little slower.
The scent of chlorine from the pool is getting stronger the closer to the spa and leisure facilities I get.
My heart is beating so fast that I feel like I could pass out.
I concentrate on the beat and try to forget about meeting Max.
When I reach the double doors, there’s a note on the door.
We’re sorry for any inconvenience, but due to maintenance tonight, the facilities will be closed. All amenities will be open from midnight.
Kind regards,
Maxwell Loudon, Managing Director.
He’s confident, I’ll give him that. I said I’d give him an hour, not five.
I try the door, but it doesn’t budge. Luckily, I’ve still got my staff pass in my bag.
I retrieve it and buzz myself in. The music is playing lightly, the lights are dimmed, and the mood is very tranquil.
I look down at the floor and notice a trail of red and white rose petals.
I bite my lip with nervous anticipation.
What is Max up to? I follow the petals down the corridor.
They appear to stop outside the private suite.
I knock on the door, but no one answers.
I push through and look around. There are fake candles flickering, the music is a little louder, but the piano tones are making the hairs on my arms stand to attention.
It’s only now that I see a figure standing leaning against a pillar, one leg crossed over the other, arms folded across his large chest. He’s one sexy motherfucker and he knows it.
“I thought you had stood me up, Lex.”
I take in a deep breath, clench my thighs together to alleviate some of the pulsing ache in my pussy, and walk towards Max. I deposit my bag on a lounger and stop a few feet away from Max.
“I nearly did. I stood outside for a while.”
He nods, looking like I just kicked him in the balls.
I won’t lie. I hate liars. No good ever comes from being deceitful.
My mum always used to say to me when I was growing up, you need to have a good brain to tell lies, Alexa, because if you don’t, you’ll always trip yourself up.
Always be honest, that way you never have to remember the lies you told.
It’s only now that I look around the suite. It’s gorgeous in here. I’ve never been in here before. It has its own jacuzzi, swimming pool, hot tub, steam room… but then I notice a table set up in the corner that has been set up for a meal.
“What do you hope to achieve from bringing me here, Max?” I ask with my back to him.
Silence surrounds us for a couple of minutes until the music ends and another tune kicks in.
It’s only then that I feel Max at my back.
I jump in surprise. His arm wraps around my waist and he draws my back as close to his chest as he can get me.
His warm breath tickles my ear as he says, “Let me love you. Let me show you that I can be romantic. That I can give you more than just sex and a quick fuck here and there.”
I turn in his arms, and our eyes dance across one another’s. The dull lighting only makes his eyes sparkle more.
“Are you just saying all this to get in my knickers?”
Max laughs. “We both know that if I really wanted to get in your knickers, I could.” I laugh. I can’t help myself. That’s exactly the type of thing I’d expect to come from the arrogant Max I first got to meet in that club.
“After what happened to me with Victoria, I made a promise to myself that I would never let another woman worm her way into my life. I never really loved her. I think it was going to be a marriage of convenience, something we could both mark off our lists. She had more to gain from marrying me; she was trying to dig her family out of a financial crisis, but she couldn’t keep her knickers on and fell flat on her face before she got too much from me.
She could have crucified my business before it truly got started.
If I hadn’t gone home that day with a migraine, well… ” Max shakes his head.
When I truly look at Max, this is the first time that I’ve ever seen a vulnerable person staring back at me. He’s stripped bare, no sexual advances, innuendos, no ulterior motives.
“You might not have loved her, but she clearly did a number on you. She made it hard for you to trust again. I get it.”
“I never thought I could feel again… until my eyes floated across you in that club. For the first time in such a long time, I wanted to experience something other than a quick shag with no strings attached.”
“But that’s exactly what we did. We fucked here and there, but you were closed off to me. I told you personal things about me, but you gave very little back.”
“I had always been used to people using personal information for their gain.”
“But you know I’m nothing like that, right?”
He nods his head. “I do. I should have known it from the very first word you said to me. You were sweet, stubborn, independent… You are nothing like Victoria.”
“Thank God for that,” I sigh with mock horror and Max laughs at me.
“This, what we have between us, is all new to me. I will fuck up. I will no doubt piss you off. But if you give me the chance, I will spend the rest of my days making it up to you.”
“And you’ll talk to me? You won’t push me away when the going gets tough?”
“It may take me a while to get used to sharing my life again, but I promise not to push you away intentionally.”
“I don’t usually give second chances, Max. You better not make me regret this.”
Max lifts me off my feet, and my legs wrap around his waist. My core rubs across the button on his jeans and an involuntary moan leaves my mouth.
“I didn’t plan to jump into this…”
I hold my finger over Max’s lips. “Desert first is always best. It makes sure you get the good part first.”
“I like that analogy.”
Max turns me and my back hits the pillar he was casually leaning against not ten minutes ago.
He pushes my bolero cardigan down my arms until it hits the floor.
His large hands caress up my arms and it makes my body shudder with goosebumps.
Thank God my dress is stretchy, and it rides up my body easily to discard.
Max is a pro, holding me in place with his hips.
“Hold on.” He rips the seams of my thong completely and pulls it through.
The friction of the material hits my clit, leaving me begging for more.
Max reaches between us and teases my clit with his thumb.
I buck against him, chasing the waves of pleasure.
The pillar is giving me much-needed strength to ride his digit unashamedly.
I’ve missed this man’s expert hands and body.
It isn’t long until I’m crashing hard around him as my body spasms from an earth-shattering climax.
Holy fuck, my heart is pounding so fast I’m seeing stars.
I’m lifted into Max’s arms and lowered down onto the side of the hot tub.
Max places my feet on the step, pushing my knees further apart, opening my core further.
He kneels between my legs. The look on his face is smouldering hot, his eyes are hooded, his jaw is square; he’s a starving man.
He kisses the side of my thigh before running the tip of his tongue through my folds, circling my clit, teasing, biting.
He pushes two fingers deep inside, making scissor motions to stretch me, thrusting as he devours my clit.
Three fingers, and I can’t take anymore.
I explode and scream out as wave after wave of spasm and emotion crash through my body.
Max kisses up my tummy, pulling my body flush to his chest, his forehead leaning against mine. I can’t see straight; my sight is blurry.
“Now it’s time for the main course, baby. Three is the magic number. Are you ready for me?”
“What is it with you and this magic three?”
“All good things come in threes.”
He pulls the tight T-shirt over his head.
His abs flex as he moves to rid himself of the clothes he’s still wearing.
I can’t speak. I just admire the view as he strips down to nothing.
His dick is standing proud. I reach forward to fondle him, but he moves back.
“There will be plenty of time for games later. Right now, it’s all about you. ”
He attacks my mouth ferociously, delving deep with his tongue.
My lips feel deliciously bruised, and not just the ones on my face.
Max kneels back in between my thighs, pulls my hips over to him, lines his dick up with my entrance, and I plunge down on him.
I feel full. I can’t move at first. My body feels heavy, but then need takes over and I ride Max like there’s no tomorrow.
Up and down, he matches me thrust for thrust, pushing into me even harder every time.
His punishing grip on my arse cheeks is enough to cross the pleasure and pain barrier and it fills me with so much elation.
I’m tiring, but I’m chasing the magic orgasm, the big finale.
“Come with me, Lex. I need you to come with me.”
Like a puppet, his words trigger something inside of me. I crash with him, spasming, tightening my limbs around Max’s neck to keep me from falling back into the water with a splash.
Our breathing is ragged, our bodies are sweaty, and our limbs are entwined to the point I don’t know where I begin and Max ends.
Max lifts me, still deep inside me, steps up the steps, and deposits us in the hot water. I lean my cheek on Max’s shoulder, burying my face into his neck, allowing my body to relax from that overworked state.
“Have I rendered you speechless, baby?” His words are muffled from his breathlessness.
I lift my head slowly, place my hands on his cheeks, and kiss his mouth tenderly. “You’ve fucked me speechless, Max. You always have and I hope you always will.”
“This is just the beginning, Lex. I’ve always got to up my game where you’re concerned. You’re my spice of life.”
I lean my head back onto Max’s shoulder. For the first time in my entire life, I feel content. Life is never going to be dull with Max in it.