Page 83 of Maximum Dare
Daisy ran forward and fell into my arms. We laughed hysterically at ourselves. It was ridiculous and yet liberating.
Feeling high from our mutual rush, we jumped on the lift and virtually tripped over each other to get to my hotel room. I fumbled for my door key impatiently.
Finally, we made it inside…
I immediately nudged Daisy back against the wall, pressing my body against hers and kissing her passionately.
I yanked off her coat and then my fingers found the zipper of her jeans, tugging them off her hips and pulling them down. She stepped out of them, her fingers trailing through my hair. Neither of us could stand not touching the other.
With perspiration misting my forehead, I unzipped my jeans and hopped out of them. Neither of us cared about the rest of our clothes.
I cupped her face in my hands. “You’re a part of me now, Daisy.”
She sealed her lips to mine, fighting to get closer.
I ripped off her panties, needing to be inside her, lifting her up so that she could wrap her legs around me.
I entered her in one thrust, feeling her wet warmth envelope my cock, hearing her moan loudly as she tugged at my hair, both of us captured in a feverish embrace.
Hearing our ragged breathing—and the erotic sounds of our bodies banging against the wall as I took her—only aroused me more.
I wanted to give her everything, every last part of me.
I was consumed with need whenever I was around Daisy, starved even when she was with me, even with me buried deep inside her, her hands around my neck as we clung to each other.
She climaxed with a thready cry, her body trembling against mine.
When it was over, I rested my forehead against hers and whispered, “Daisy Whitby, I love everything about you.”
“You don’t have to say that,” she whispered back.
“But I can show it,” I said, lifting her up in my arms and carrying her over to the bed. “I can show you how I feel.”
My life was perfect.
Max and I had indulged in a whirlwind romance over the last four days. I’d been having the best sex of my life with the best man I’d ever met—a man who treated me with dignity, who occupied my every thought.
Today, though, things had taken a weird twist with one of those moments you wished wasn’t happening.
Dare Club members had been invited to a large warehouse in Soho, in the arts and fashion district. It was all very exciting right up until I was sitting in a flimsy chair in front of a round mirror with a makeup artist going to town on my face.
This was humiliating. “What am I meant to be, exactly?”
Ted rolled his eyes in that condescending way I’d come to love. “Take a wild guess, Daisy.”
Wiggling my nose, I tried to lose the red bauble. “You’re lucky I don’t have a clown phobia.”
“Get over yourself. This is a charity event for sick children,” he said. “It’s about making them laugh.”
“They’ll laugh, all right.”
“It’s a theme. Your job is to walk down the runway like a model showing off your pretty dress and make those kids scream with delight.”
“This isn’t a dare, it’s a punishment.”
“Why so serious?” He pulled his mouth wider.
I glared at him. “You’ll miss me when I’m gone.”
