Page 59 of Open for Negotiation
“You seem excited by this, Boss.”
“There’s very little I could do with you that wouldn’t excite me.” He takes a step toward me and I match it with one pace away.
I look to my left then to my right, noting that I’m parallel with the doorframe now. “What was your threat a moment ago? That I wouldn’t make it two paces out of the door before you were on me?” I make one step out, my smile spreading akin to the Cheshire cat.
“Careful, baby. Wouldn’t want me to prove a point, now would we?” He steps closer and closer, but I hold my ground, chin high, until he stops in the doorway, raising his arms above his head to grip the top of the doorframe, accenting his corded biceps and forearms even more.
My chest is rapidly rising and falling, goosebumps pebbling my skin from the cool air of the A/C, and the fact that he’s looking at me like when he gets his hands on me, he’s going to eat me alive.
And I want him to.
“Prove that point then… boss.”
With that, I turn to make a run for it. I am determined to make him chase me, to make this game of cat and mouse continue, but before my eyes can even adjust to the sudden movement of my head, before my feet can even propel me forward, large and powerful arms encase me from behind and haul me back into the brick wall that is Maxwell Duke.
“Not so fast, baby. I’m nowhere near finished with you yet.”
Everything happens so fast.
One moment I’m upright, the next, I’m spun around to face him then my feet are off the floor and I’m upside down. My stomach is pressing into his shoulder and I am at eye level with his ass.
“Max!” I shriek.
“Hush,” he demands with a swat of his hand to my ass.
It stings, but I like it.
I can’t tell where we are going in his home, but it’s absolutely not back to his bedroom.
“Where are we going?” I ask him but I don’t get a response.
My answer comes swiftly though when I’m flipped right side up and cold wood connects with the heated skin of my butt.
His dining room table.
“It’s the perfect height,” he says plainly before gripping the back of my neck and pulling my lips to his.
The kiss is frantic and needing, there’s no denying what is happening between us. I couldn’t, even if I wanted to. The ache between my thighs would give me away. The way my body bends, molds, to his touch would betray me.
“Lie back.”
His words are barely a grunt in the back of his throat, but I hear them loud and clear.
With his help, I lower myself until my back is flush against the stiff, unyielding wood of the table. It doesn’t take long before he’s exploring my inner thigh with his tongue, kissing and biting. I wonder if he’ll leave a mark.
I hope he’ll leave a mark.
“Max,” I moan, “I need you.”
I can feel his big hands wrap around my legs where they meet my hips and pull me to the very edge of the table. My ass is completely hanging off, only being held up by his strength alone.
“This won’t be soft,” he warns when I open my legs, locking my thighs around his waist.
“Good. I want it HARD,” I scream out because he’s balls deep in my body before I even finish the sentence.
“Fuck,” he groans, hanging his head like it’s suddenly too heavy to hold up. “I’ll never get enough of this.”
“Good. I’m yours. Take me all you want. Take everything from me.”
