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“Back then? No…” My voice lowers with the truth of, “Maybe?” I take the risk and type in my floor code as the doors shut.

“And now?” He is a thread of clothing away from me and even though we aren’t touching, I’m left breathless.

How many more times are we going to keep playing this game?

“Kelsie.” His breath hits my neck, the air around us growing thick, and I know he’s watching the goosebumps surface along my skin.

“But, Max.” My heart hammers in my chest. As much as I want this, I now feel like a chicken.

“Let me prove your body wrong, baby girl.”

My hands shake and I’m unable to explain the way my blood is bursting through my veins with excitement and nerves. I want this, yet I’m paralyzed by the effect he’s having on my body. As soon as I turn around, a line will be crossed. He makes no other move, signaling to me that if I give in to this moment, he will not be stopping to check again. My lungs inflate, and I hold my breath. On the next exhale, I turn around, and our lips smash together with greed.

The elevator door chimes open right on cue. My back pushes against the frame as my fingers wrap around his tie, pulling him in closer. Max grips the back of my thighs, lifting me against the doors. Our erratic breathing soundtracks our feelings until the elevator bell chimes again, trying to close its doors. Max steps out of the frame and sets me down to unlock my door, since I chose a key instead of a code. His fingers follow through my soft curls while trailing kisses on my shoulder. My hands fumble to unlock the door, unable to focus on the basic task. Leaning forward, my ass pushes against him to break contact, and his erection presses into me. With a gasp, the door unlocks, and I fall forward into my place.

“This changes nothing,” I murmur, turning back around to taste his lips.

“Nope. This changes nothing, Kelsie.” Max pins me against the door to close it, bringing his hand up to grip my jaw.

If he thought my pulse was racing before, this is damn near cardiac arrest. My arms wrap around his neck as his teeth nip on my bottom lip. I’m picked up again and carried to my room. Once inside, Max sets me on the floor in front of my bed. Before I can think of why he didn’t toss me on the bed, his hands meet my hips, and I’m turned around. My back is against his chest as his flattened hand feathers up my stomach, over my cleavage, and ends by wrapping around my throat with a soft squeeze. Max’s hot breath hits my ear as his tongue flicks over my diamond stud. I have no idea how to handle myself as my panting induces a lightheaded feeling. His grip stays firm as it slides down my throat like a massage, and his other hand lightly feathers up my bare arm. It’s a different contrast against my body, and I can’t get enough of it.

“How rough should I be with you tonight, baby girl?” His gritty voice drops to a tone I’ve never heard exit out of this man's mouth.

Chapter 13

Max

“How rough should I be with you tonight, baby girl?” I have all the confirmation I’ve needed up until this point.

“Surprise me, I trust you.” Goddamn, that last breathy sentence is more than I imagined coming from her innocent lips.

She swallows as my hands dance along her collarbone and over her breasts. My palms press into her hardened nipples as my fingers wrap around her perky tits and give them a gentle squeeze. Trying to control myself after being given free rein of my imagination is the universe testing my willpower. I know what Kelsieneeds, but I don’t think it matches up to my extreme taste in the bedroom.Not yet anyway. It’s safe to settle on covering the basics before I attempt to ease her into my likings. The best way for me to stay detached from feelings will have to be put on hold. Tonight, Kelsie deserves more than that side of me.

I travel a hand down the outside of her dress, spreading my two fingers, and they skim the sides of her folds. Her hips push forward as her pussy begs to be touched. I slide my hand back up, this time hitting the center, over her clit. Retracting my hand, I rest it on her hip. As a soft sigh escapes her mouth, I lower my lips to her ear.

“This dress has been making me jealous of touching your curves all night.” My hands grab the fabric on each side of the zipper, and I tear it apart.

“That was Dior,” she stammers and remains facing the bed, waiting for my next move.

“You know the wine stain wasn’t coming out.” The delicate strings over her shoulders fall down her arms as the dress pools at her waist, revealing her braless bare back.

The dress hangs on the curves of her hips like a present I’ve only half opened. My fingers run down her smooth sides, pushing the dress over the rise of her glorious ass wrapped in cheeky lace panties. I expect her breathing to pick up, but she keeps herself steady. I haven’t brought myself to spin her around and look at her breasts yet. I’m enjoying this torture because as much as I want to see her completely naked, it means we will cross the point of no return. There will be nothing about her that isn’t a mystery.

Her arms come forward to wrap around her waist as the anticipation makes her self-conscious. I press my lips to the curve of her neck, and she tilts her head back to expose more access to me. Slowly, I kiss down her neck until she releases a heavy breath, falling back into my chest. Her arm reaches up to hold on to my hair, and I take the opportunity to slide my arm on top of the one across her stomach. I lace my fingers on top of hers and pull her tight against me. My other hand reaches around to massage her breast. She gasps, arching into my touch.

Fuck, her tits are the perfect size to fill my large hands.

“This is happening,” her voice squeaks as I feel her heart racing under my touch.

“I still haven’t seen you naked,” I nip her ear and whisper. “We can stop and not completely cross this line, Kelsie.” Her back fidgets against my chest.

“Max, why are you still wearing these layers?” She flips around, pressing her chest against mine so I still haven’t caught a view. “I thought you’d be the first to get naked.”

“Does thatsurpriseyou?” I fight a smirk and then she takes me by surprise.

“I’m about to rely onmyselfand grab one of the vibrators out of the drawer.” She points to her dresser, and my eyes follow, darkening with the obvious thought of her getting off.

I act quicker than her brain can process. I push forward to give Kelsie no option but to have her falling back onto the mattress. I hover above, caging her in. My eyes don’t leave hers when she tilts her head back and widens her eyes in slight shock. Most likely wondering how her wrists ended up in my hands above her body without any recollection. I grind myself over her drenched lace panties, and she whimpers. Keeping my dominant form, I drop my voice, low and possessive. I’m about to show her a side of me that I mask with my boyish smirk and sparkling eyes.

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