The Fighter's Prize - Jessa Kane Page 0,19
he decided my livelihood was no longer an option.
“You look really nice, too,” I say lightly, instead, unable to keep from noticing the tight hug of his jeans in the thigh and crotch area. How his black dress shirt molds to his mountainous pecs, his biceps, stretching the buttons that run down the front.
“We will make appearance, then return home.” His voice is strained. “Quickly.”
I hum as I saunter past him. “Good.”
When I’ve made it a couple of steps past Maxim, I feel a breeze on my backside and realize he has trailed behind me, lifting my dress in back, the delicate hem pinched between a blunt finger and thumb. He’s ducking his head to look underneath.
“What are you doing?” I laugh, smacking his hand away.
He groans loudly. “Where do you buy these little strings you call panties, kotik? And can I get more?”
“Don’t worry,” I say, tossing my hair. “I have plenty of them to torture you with.”
Maxim strides in front of me to open the door of the house, like a gentleman, and he does the same when we reach the SUV idling in the circular driveway. He boosts me inside and climbs in after, buckling me into the seat, brushing a kiss across my shoulder, the crown of my head. And yeah, I’m finding it very hard to be angry with him when he’s looking at me with such naked hunger and awe. Treating me like a coveted treasure.
“Did you do a lot of thinking?” he asks, studying my face closely.
“Yes.”
He sucks in a breath, holds it. “And?”
“I can’t imagine not being with you,” I whisper. “You make me happy, Maxim.”
His breath releases in a rush. “Whitney, you must give me warning before you say these things.” He rubs at his chest. “I am aching very badly right here.”
I lean up and kiss him. “We just have to learn to compromise. Okay?”
Maxim’s expression is dubious, but he kisses me back and soon we forget everything but the give and take of each other’s mouths. With a groan, he unhooks the seatbelt and drags me into his lap sideways, his erection pushing up against my buttocks, his tongue ruthlessly invading my mouth. “It’s okay, little girl.” He slides a hand up my inner thigh and knuckles the material of my G-string, right over my clit. “We have small fight, but your Daddy will fuck you now. Make it all better.”
“Wait. Maxim,” I whisper, pulling away winded and stroking his jaw. “We can’t. Not until after we leave the club.”
“Why?”
“You…this dress. It’s short.” My face is enflamed. “And when you come inside me, it drips out. For hours. I wouldn’t be able to hide it.”
Pride straightens his spine.
“I don’t mind this so much.” He glances down at my lap. “My come dripping out of your pussy all night. Everyone seeing this and knowing I have privilege of taking you bare.”
I hide my face in my hands, but I’m smiling. “I mind people seeing!”
A grumble emanates from his chest. “We will wait then. I am in your good graces and I want to stay there.”
“Thank you.”
“But I will watch it drip out later.” He ducks his head and nips at the underside of my jaw, his hand lifting to fondle my bare breasts through the thin silk of my dress. “I will hold you down and watch it leave you slowly, da?”
I nod, too breathless to respond.
“You are my world, kotik,” he whispers in my ear, kissing it. “I have become obsessed with you. Do you know this? Do you know I am fucking burning in my chest? In my head? You live inside me already and I only want more.”
I’ve barely caught my breath when we pull alongside the curb outside the club.
It is a lot more upscale than what I had in mind. It looks more like a red carpet event with suited security, paparazzi and beautiful people filing through the arched, golden doors. Loud, fast dance music pumps from within. Suddenly feeling very underdressed in my black slip, I nonetheless allow Maxim to help me out of the SUV. He holds me against him in mid-air for several seconds, my toes dangling somewhere around his knees, his forehead pressed to mine.
Chaos erupts at our arrival. Until now, it never even occurred to me that Maxim carrying me out of the arena over his shoulder would garner so much public attention, but of course it did. Someone shouts “there they are.” People with cameras rush over, falling all