Page 73 of Forget me Knot
I hold the flowers out. “I have a delivery for you.”
His mouth drops open slightly, and then he frowns fiercely. I jiggle the bouquet, eager for him to take it from me so that I can safely say I did what I was paid to do.
“No thanks,” he states.
“You have to,” I say almost desperately.
“No, I do not.”
“Take them,” I hiss, shoving them at him, aware that the receptionist’s eyes are on me.
“What is this?” Max hisses back, grasping my elbow and steering me into a corner of the foyer.
“A delivery. What does it look like?”
“Is it from you?”
“No—”
“Then I don’t want it.”
“Max,” I wail and ram the roses against his chest. “Just take them.”
“No. I don’t want them and what does it look like if I take them?”
“I don’t know! Just accept the fucking flowers, will you!”
Max glances around, his eyes full of fire. “This is ridiculous, Lily.”
“You’re telling me,” I snap back. “But I didn’t make the rules. An omega paid for these, and I’m just the delivery girl.”
He sighs deeply, finally reaching out to take the bouquet begrudgingly. “Fine. Give them here.”
The moment he grabs them, a wave of relief washes over me, but it doesn’t last long; it’s immediately followed by an overwhelming sense of awkwardness. “Thank you,” I mutter.
Max growls. “You have no idea how much I want to spank your arse with these.”
All the blood rushes straight to my clit, and I purr softly. He stares at me and then grabs my hand, dragging me across the foyer and through a door that says ‘Private.’
Trying not to think about what the receptionist must think of me, I pant a little as Max’s scent becomes more potent in the enclosed space. It looks like an interview room or something. It has no windows, just dark wood panelling all around and a table with two chairs. Max dumps the flowers on the table and pushes me up against the wall.
“Didn’t get to say goodbye to you this morning,” he murmurs against my lips before shoving his tongue into my mouth.
It’s impossible to focus on anything but the heat radiating from his body. I grip his suit jacket, feeling the smooth fabric under my fingers as if it’s the only thing tethering me to reality. His kiss is demanding and unapologetic; it leaves me breathless.
His hands find their way to my hips, holding me firmly against the wall as he explores my mouth with a hunger that can only be described as savage. He bites my lips, pushing his erection against me.
“Max,” I whisper breathlessly when he finally lets me breathe. “What if someone walks in?”
He smirks, his eyes dark and full of mischief. “Let them. Maybe they’ll learn something.”
I giggle, despite myself, and tug at the lapels of his suit jacket. “You’re such a bad influence.”
His hand disappears up my skirt, and his fingers skate over my pussy before he pulls the fabric aside and plunges two fingers into me.
“Fuck,” I moan, arching into his touch.
Max grins wickedly against my mouth, his fingers pumping steadily inside me. I feel my legs trembling, the sensation overwhelming.
