me a different version of the look. One that warned he’d punish me in the very best way.
We started walking again, moving through the crowds out for a wild Saturday. Our steps were forced to slow when a crush of people swarmed in with their party sashes, sparkling plastic tiaras, and big blended drinks.
Perfect.
Taking advantage of the slowdown, I tilted my head to look up at him. “I think I want to try sucking you while I ride your face. Do you think that’d work or am I too short?”
“I don’t give a damn what I need to do, I’ll make it work.”
Well, this is backfiring spectacularly.
I think I’m more turned on than he is.
I remained quiet as we weaved through the partiers. Once we were in a less dense area, I asked, “Do you think there’s a limit to how wet a woman can get before she risks dehydration? ‘Cause if there is, I’m probably nearing that point.”
“Jesus, Juliet. You and your filthy mouth are asking for trouble.”
“Yay.”
It was funny that, with everything else I’d said, my little yay was what made him crack.
Taking hold of my hand, the speed of his strides increased until I was practically jogging to keep up. Like a running back with his eyes on the end zone, he expertly maneuvered through the crowd, not slowing until we were at his elevator.
He opened it with his thumbprint, yanked me in, and hit the button to the penthouse. Before the door even closed, I was up in his arms, my back against the wall and his mouth on mine.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist, taking everything he gave.
The blessedly fast elevator dinged, and Maximo carried me into the bedroom before setting me down. My feet were barely under me when he tugged my sweater over my head. His gaze raked over the lace and ribbon covering my torso. “Christ, Juliet, if I knew you had this on, we wouldn’t have left the damn room.”
“Surprise,” I breathed.
“You’re full of them.”
“Is that good?”
His sinful smile was enough to steal my breath and make me dangerously close to combusting. “The fucking best.”
Definite backfire.
“Pants and shoes off, Juliet.”
I knew once I stripped, Maximo would touch me. And once he did, I wouldn’t have the self-control to tease him any longer. It was my last opportunity, and I was taking it.
Kicking off my shoes, my movements were slow as I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans.
Maximo crossed his arms, but he didn’t say a word.
Wiggling my hips—both for the appeal and because the jeans really were skintight—I slid them down my ass to my thighs. I turned, giving him my back as I bent at the waist to shove the jeans farther down my legs.
That was as far as I got.
Maximo came up behind me, shuffling me forward until I was bent over the bed. Holding the thin fabric that covered my pussy to the side, he ran his finger through my slit. Even though it was me his skilled finger was teasing, he was the one who groaned in frustrated pleasure.
There was a rustle of fabric before the head of his cock pressed into me. Unable to spread my legs with my jeans around my knees, everything was tighter and he felt huger than his already huge.
It skirted that glorious edge between torture and bliss.
When he slid out, I reached to try to clutch him to me, not wanting him to stop. His hands spanned my hips, lifting me to kneel on the edge of the bed. He pulled my jeans off before pressing a palm between my shoulder blades. “Back a little. Ass up. That’s my good girl.”
With my torso to the mattress and my ass tipped, the height lined up just right for him to slam in. The force knocked my knees out from under me, but Maximo repositioned me and slammed in again.
Lifting just enough to look over my shoulder, a fresh surge of arousal shot through me, nearly throwing me over the edge.
Holy shit.
He actually did it.
Like the threat he’d made our first night together, he was fucking me fully clothed, his slacks lowered just enough to free himself.
The actual visual was a million times better than it’d been in my head.
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“Did you have fun, little dove?” Maximo asked when we were finished and in bed for the night.
Amazing sex and two orgasms?
Definitely fun.
“Uh, yeah. I always have fun when we do that.”
Maximo chuckled, and since his body was