Page 24 of Hungry Hearts

“You need me to go.”

She shakes her head. “It’s okay.”

“Trust me, Maia. You do.” When her brows wrinkle, I lower my mouth and hover my lips above hers. “I’m going to kiss you goodbye, and it’s not a kiss you want your staff to see.”

My cock is too hard for me to go easy. I plunge my tongue into her mouth and suck the air out of her lungs. She returns my kiss, taking my air into her mouth. She takes and gives, and I take and take. Maia’s hands clutch at my shoulders, then lock around my neck, pulling me harder into her.

Her moans and the pressure of her stomach against my cock have me nearly coming in my fucking jeans. I have enough sex and jack off when I need to that I don’t normally walk around with aching balls. I’m not deprived, so why the hell does my fucking cock think it’s being left out and needs to drive into her right here, right now?

I have better control than this. Keeping my hands in her hair, I slow down our kiss and glide my tongue along her bottom lip, tickling her in the corner where she likes to put her teeth. She shifts her body and dry humps against my thigh.

Well, maybe she’s not exactly dry humping, but that’s how it feels, and I highly doubt Maia has any idea what her body is doing to mine. I take one final sip of her lips and gently push her shoulders away.

“Okay. Enough.”

Long, dark lashes flutter open and her swollen, wet lips pout, if only for a moment. Fuck, I won’t last more than ten seconds if I’m ever lucky enough to have her lips wrapped around my cock.

Not helping.

“I’m...sorry.” Maia tries to move away but I don’t release her shoulders. “I didn’t mean to get so carried away.”

“Angel, nevereverapologize to me for getting carried away. It’s the best damn compliment a guy can get. That and telling him naked is your favorite.”

Her cheeks, already tinted from our make out session, turn beet red. I kiss the tip of her nose and drop my hands from her.

“The last thing I want to do is drag my lips away from you, but if I didn’t, we’d be putting on a show for your staff.” I toss my head back toward the windows behind us. “Onlookers from the street are already finding the nearest bathroom to jack—” I turn my hat around and pull it low over my brow. I need a cold shower and a bar of soap rammed in my mouth to shut me up.

My cock rammed in Maia’s mouth...

Good fucking lord. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m never this over the top with a woman.

“Thank you for bringing my keys. And for the coffee. And for the...kiss.”

I look at her from under the bill of my hat. She doesn’t look pissed or annoyed or offended. If anything, she’s amused.

“That was more than just a kiss, Princess.”

“Angel. Princess. Baby.” She rests her hands on my chest and peers up at me. “And here you were so eager to learn my name.”

“You’re a vision of them all.”

She tilts her head, waiting for me to explain. Maybe someday. For now, I’m keeping that to myself.

“I’ve taken up too much of your time this morning, and for that, I’m eternally thankful and not a bit sorry. I’d like to do the same tonight.”

Her shoulders droop forward. “I’d like that too but my evenings are quite packed these days.”

Jealousy isn’t a trait I’m used to. If a woman gets off on flaunting other men in front of me, I simply find someone else to sink myself into. With Maia, that’s not all I’m after though. “I shouldn’t be surprised that a woman like you has a full social calendar.”

She snorts. “It’s not that. I have...” She folds her hand in front of her and squares her shoulders. “I have other responsibilities that I have to tend to. I’d like to see you again, but mornings are all I can squeeze in right now. And even then, it’s not a lot of time.”

Responsibilities. Maybe she’s working a second job to make ends meet or caring for a sick relative. That’s more likely. When I first met her Wednesday night, she was surrounded by sadness.

I won’t push her to tell me more. That’s something you’d share with a close friend or someone you’re in a relationship with. I’m neither of those things.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be. I kiss the top of her head. “Tell me when and where, and I’ll be there.” I unlock the door and pull it open. “Don’t forget, I’m not opposed to naked pics.”

Once again, I’m grinning like an idiot and have a bounce in my step as I stroll down the sidewalk to the parking garage and my Audi R8 Spyder. It’s flashy, just how I like my cars and my women.

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