Max
Chapter 19
Her teeth sank into her plush lower lip, and he knew that resisting was futile. Max pressed her against the door and lowered his head, claiming her lips. The kiss escalated quickly, and he felt like he was drowning in her scent and taste. Max wrapped his fingers in her silky strands and angled her head for a deeper kiss. He should have known Gwen wouldn’t let him take the lead for long. Her fingers grasped at his shirt, and with a loud rip, she shredded the front and sent buttons bouncing across the floor.
Her fingers danced tracing the lines over his warm stomach. It took everything he had not to take her hands and put them where he throbbed.
“You’re overdressed, Counselor,” she said.
Max grinned and released her long enough to undo his belt and drop his pants and boxers. Her heated gaze tracked his movements as she lifted the flowery skirt and slid out of her panties. She was so perfect, and he wanted to savor every inch of her, but right now, he needed her too badly. Max pulled his wallet from his pants and took out the condom he always carried. Ripping it open with his teeth, he rolled the latex down his shaft. Before he could even reach for her, Gwen wound her arms around his neck and jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist.
He stumbled and regained his stance, pressing her against the wall. His fingers dug into her. Gwen yanked the skirt out of the way and lowered herself onto his cock.
He groaned at how hot and tight she was and could do little but hold on as he pumped her hard and fast. She seemed every bit as desperate as he felt.
“God, Gwen. You’re so damn…”
“Shut up, Counselor. You’ll ruin the moment,” she growled and leaned in close, biting his lip.
He grinned and reached between their bodies. His thumb brushed across her clit, and it wasn’t long before she came, squeezing him so tight he thought he’d explode. Max gripped her hips and started thrusting deep and hard until he let out a guttural groan. His body shuddering from his release.
“Damn, Gwen. We should have done that long before now.”
He rested his head against hers and stared at the heat in her eyes. He couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his lips.
“Don’t get used to it, Counselor. This was just scratching an itch.”
“A long overdue scratch.” He pressed a tender kiss to her neck.
“Fillpot put a tracker on my car,” she said, catching him off guard.
“What? When? How did he find you?” he asked.
“Feed me, and I’ll tell you all about it.” She kissed him hard on the mouth before sliding down his body.
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It was hard to reconcile the fact that she had her own issues going on, on top of trying to figure out who was behind the threats to his family. That guy Fillpot was going out of his way to track her and reach her, first taking her grandmother’s money to lure her to the island and now following her car. She’d deal with him in her own way, when this was all over with.
As much as he didn’t like it, he had to address the elephant in the room. “Are you going to be able to focus on the case with Fillpot still in the picture?”
Gwen held the wine glass to her lips and paused at Max’s words.
“Are you questioning my ability, Counselor?”
“I know you can get the job done, Gwen. I just worry that you might have your own issues now that need to be dealt with.”
“Fillpot is not my stalker. He’s like any other man. He needs something from me, and just because I have yet to give in doesn’t mean that I can’t handle him.”
Max nodded in acknowledgment. She was right. He remembered what it had taken to get her to take Amelia’s case. Gwen was beautiful, bright, and talented. Those were just a few of the words he’d used to describe her to his best friend and soon-to-be brother-in-law, Dexter Cline, only minutes before he promised not to turn on his charm and win her over, much less sleep with her. Her concentration might be the only thing keeping Petunia and Amelia alive. They shouldn’t have sealed the deal before dinner. They shouldn’t have sealed the deal at all, but now that he’d sampled her, knew her, he had every intention of having her again for a full course meal.
“Get your mind out of the gutter, Counselor.”
He grinned. “How did you know what I was thinking?”
“Because I’m thinking the same thing.” She raised her brow in challenge. “So before either of us lose our determination, tell me what you found.”
“Paul Kilnery lives on the other side of town. His sister Rena took him in when he had to provide an address to his parole officer.” Max gestured to the kitchen with a nod of the head. “Petunia’s school information is in the kitchen. There is no Larry listed as an employee or teacher of any kind. I think that’s a dead end. What is interesting is that Petunia’s teacher, Edna Sinclair’s picture isn’t included in the school brochure and minimal background is given.”
