Page 37 of Rox

I bounce back, and before I can react, he’s on me. His body is between my legs, and I automatically wrap them around him. His mouth is on my neck as he pretends to eat me. His growls make me giggle, but his hands digging into my sides make me laugh. I turn my face toward his in hopes I get his mouth off my neck and on mine.

His lips meet mine as my hands come up and cup his face. I hold him to me and breathe him in. His taste on my lips is intoxicating. He pushes his hips into me, and I moan. As I gasp, he pushes his tongue into my mouth. I suck on his tongue, and in response, he pushes harder into me.

“Max,” I gasp his name.

“I know, baby.”

He pulls back onto his knees, wasting no time getting my panties off. I open my legs, expecting him to eat me out, but he surprises me by bunching my bra up and onto my neck. He holds it down, slightly cutting off my air supply. I attempt to breathe, letting out a small gasp, not at all worried about my safety. I know he’d stop if I told him to.

“I bet you want my mouth on you, don’t you? You want to feel me suck on your clit until you’re ready to scream, huh? Want my fingers deep inside your cunt, making you wish it was my cock?”

“Fuck…yes. Yes.”

Max leans down, his eyes darker than normal, “Too fucking bad.”

He then thrusts himself against my center, and my back arches off the bed as his jeans rub against my clit roughly. The pain feels so damn good. “Max!” He sucks on my neck hard before his mouth moves up to my ear. “You refuse to listen, Rox.Refuse to see how much you mean to me. So, I’m gonna show you, baby.”

He pushes down even harder on my neck as he kisses me deeply. When he breaks the kiss, he releases my neck and makes his way down my body as I suck in air. I lose it immediately when his mouth sucks my clit hard.

“Fuck!”

“Shut up, Rox. I don’t want to hear a sound.”

“Are…are you joking?”

He smacks my clit, and I respond with a moan. I never told him before, or anyone really, but I love having my clit smacked. I do it all the time when I play with myself. The shock he was looking for isn’t there, except from him.

“Oh, you like that?” I only nod. I’m not sure why he wants me quiet, and I don’t fucking care. If it’s what he needs right now, I’m going to give it to him. “Hmm, I wonder what else my naughty girl likes. But,” he licks me from my hole to my clit, sucking it briefly before letting go, “I’ll find that out later. Your job right now is to be quiet and listen.”

He was quick, or I was too consumed with him —both, if I’m honest— for me to notice his pants gone. He lines himself up and slams into me. I open my mouth on a silent scream as I toss my head back.

His thrusts get faster and harder. He angles my pelvis just right to hit my G-spot. It gets harder and harder each time for me not to make a sound. But I want to do this for him. I want to listen. I know I’ve been stubborn and haven’t made this situation easy for anyone, but it’s who I am. I’m a fighter. Yet right now, I’ve succumbed to Max. Giving in to what he wants so easily.

He uses one of his hands and grips my chin, forcing me to look at him. His mouth is only a breath away from mine. “Listen to me, Rox. I know you’re capable. But I need to be there with you or have someone there when I can’t. If anything were tohappen to you, I would never forgive myself. I’m not asking to control what you do throughout the day, I’m just asking that you stop fighting us on having someone near you. Ignore me and them all day if you want. Just let us be there.”

He doesn’t stop moving inside of me as he begs me to stop arguing with him on this. I look into his eyes, and all I see is the truth behind his words. He wouldn’t survive losing me.

“Okay,” I whisper.

His lips meet mine, and before I know it, he’s taking me to a new level of heaven I never thought possible.

* * *

Hours after Max distracted me with dick, my legs still feel like jello. I’m constantly reminded of it, but I’m not at all mad about it. It’s made the day easier. Max has a way of making me smile, even when I want to shout, fight, or simply walk away. Max gives me so much. It’s not so much a revelation, yet it feels that way, and either way, it makes me smile again.

It was the same smile I had when the man I’m currently working on came into the shop and asked for me specifically. He’d explained how he knew about me learning from Angel before I came here. Word of mouth was already happening, and I couldn’t be happier.

Unfortunately, I can’t find out more. Since drawing up his design, placing it, and getting started, Duncan’s been hovering over us. At times, more close to me. Every time he leans over, he’s closer. At one point, I fake sneezed because I felt his breath on the side of my face.

“So, what made you leave working with Angel and come work here?” my client, Mark, asks.

I open my mouth to tell him the story when Duncan jumps in. “She wanted to learn from the best,” he laughs as he places his hand on my shoulder. I try to shake him off without being too noticeable, but when I exchange a look with Mark, it’s clear he saw me. Thankfully, he drops it, and I feel as if I can breathe again.

“I wanted to be treated like any other artist in training,” I start to explain while I focus on the detailed line work of the piece. “Angel and my father are great friends. I consider Angel my uncle. I wanted to earn my fair share in this world. I didn’t want to be seen as if I didn’t earn my place. I don’t want anyone to think my notoriety is from a place of nepotism.” While true, it’s still the less colorful version of how I ended up here.

“And we’re never giving her back. She’s brought something to this shop we can’t replace.” Duncan chimes in again. I force out a nervous laugh before he continues. “I was thinking that because Roxie here is the link that joins Angel’s shop to this one, we should hold a demo or a charity event with both places.” The way he says it tells me this isn’t a spur-of-the-moment idea.

“I don’t think so. I mean, Angel’s time is fully booked. So many people would line up just for him. Would we really be able to make much, or get much done, if they’re all lining up for him to work on them? It’s too much with security and all that. Plus, if it’s both shops, we would have to go off-site, and the permits are ridiculous,” I say, trying to think of any and all excuses as to why we can’t do this.

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