left Moonlight, Maximo had taken me to the huge lot he’d put an offer on. Since he’d offered well over asking—and would pay cash with no contingencies other than an expedited closing—he’d heard back within an hour.
The land was his.
After we were done touring the site, we’d gone to dinner. As delicious as it’d been, I hadn’t eaten much. My stomach had been a mess of anticipation and excitement and nerves.
I’d thought we were heading back to Moonlight, but I didn’t recognize the area.
“Nebula,” he said.
I whipped around to look at him. “Really?”
He lifted his chin, taking a turn and then following the path up to park near the main entrance.
Coming around, he opened my door and helped me out, not releasing my hand as we walked through the lobby.
Moonlight and Star were stunning, but Nebula was superior by far. It lived up to all its expensive and ritzy hype. Dark with splashes of bright colors, shimmery stars, and swirls of smokiness, it was like the VIP section of outer space. There were statues, murals, and dangling pieces of reflective mirrors.
I’d have loved to see more, but a cursory glance was all I could catch as Maximo practically dragged me through. We wound our way around the oval-shaped gaming floor and took a turn down a Black Resorts hallway before reaching the elevator.
Once inside, I was up and in his arms, my back to the wall.
“Will I ever not be so damn addicted to you?” Maximo growled against my neck before biting and sucking on my sensitive skin.
“I hope not,” I breathed, making him groan.
The elevator slid open and he carried me into a breathtaking suite, that again, I barely got a glimpse of on our way to a bedroom.
“Why did you bring me here if you aren’t going to let me see anything?” I teased as he lowered me to stand.
But there was no humor in his gaze. It was just fire and lust and desire. Need. “Because there is no one below us for three floors.” His hand gripped my ass, his hardness pressed tight against my belly.
He didn’t elaborate, but I got his meaning loud and clear—emphasis on the loud.
How bad is this going to be?
Or maybe how good?
Maximo took his time undressing me, his fingers and lips and tongue touching and caressing my skin. When I stood in front of him completely bare, he ordered, “Undress me, little dove.”
I happily obeyed, though I didn’t take my time. I greedily stripped him as though he were the present I’d wished for my whole life.
“Love the way you look at me.” Taking my mouth, he shuffled us back until my legs hit the bed. He tore his mouth away and lifted me onto it, shifting us to the center before positioning me on my hands and knees.
Exposed and vulnerable and on edge, my nerves got the better of me. I started to close my legs, but his hand came down in a stinging slap and I froze.
Another nine peppered my cheeks and thighs. Warmth and pain spread through my body, wrapping around me to loosen my muscles and clear my head. My chest dropped to the mattress, and my ass tipped up.
Into his hand.
Into the pain.
“So perfect,” he praised, one last sharp spank connecting. And then his mouth was on me. His tongue speared into my pussy, devouring me. Groaning as though he were the one in heaven, he licked and sucked and flicked, driving me to the edge of orgasm before easing away.
Over. And over. And over.
Spanking my ass had been punishment.
But getting me so close and not letting me fall was torture.
His tongue lifted to swirl around my tight hole, and my body tensed.
“Relax,” he murmured against me.
“Easy for you to say.”
“Juliet.”
“But—”
“Hush.”
Hearing that made my pussy squeeze around nothing, empty and deprived.
He resumed licking, his skillful tongue quickly driving me past the point of embarrassment. His thick finger pressed against my ass, but he only teased me before replacing it with his tongue.
“Please,” I begged, my muscles so tense, my body ached.
Rather than giving me the release I needed, Maximo took his touch away. “Don’t move.”
“What?” As the bed shifted, I reflexively lurched upright to yank him back to finish what he started.
His wild eyes shot to me. “I said don’t move. Don’t make me repeat myself again, Juliet.”
Dropping my face to the mattress, I couldn’t see what he was doing. There was some rustling before he returned.
His teeth sank into my sore ass cheek, making