Page 41 of Maxim

Chapter twenty-nine

Nat

When I try to open the car door, Max is there before I’ve even lifted my hand. Perhaps I’ve had too much to drink because I smile at him. And he smiles back with a sparkle in his brown eyes.

He takes my hand and leads me inside his apartment building. The SUV remains in place until the doors close behind us, and then Artem drives off. There’s a guy on the desk inside the entrance but he just nods at Max and then returns to whatever he is doing.

The elevator opens and I step inside, Max’s palm resting lightly on my lower back. I’m conscious of the fact I’m not wearing underwear and my thighs are still slick with arousal. It feels slutty to be standing here with a guy I barely know, minus my panties.

The memory of Max’s mouth on my sex sends a shiver through my body. He notices and draws me closer as the elevator climbs up to the penthouse.

“Cold?”

“No.” He smirks and slides his arm around my waist. I’m pressed against the smooth wall of the elevator, every inch of his hard, muscular frame touching my soft curves. The way he looks at me, with hunger in his eyes, relights the fire in my core.

Just as I think he’s about to kiss me, the elevator grinds to a halt and the doors open into a reception area.

I’ve been here before, of course, but this time the place feels different. The air is charged with expectation. The chemistry between us sizzles, every look and touch a promise of something more.

Max pulls me out of the elevator and leads me into his bedroom. The blinds are open and the city stretches out below us, lights twinkling like diamonds. It’s beautiful and I’m captivated by the view as I stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

I can feel him standing behind me as I gaze out. The glass is cool but the heat of his body is like a furnace. He palms my belly and pulls me backward until I’m resting against his chest, his erection digging into my ass.

“I like this dress,” he tells me as he deftly unties it. “I’ve been wanting to do this all evening.” My dress falls apart at the front, revealing my lace bra and bare pussy. Max steps back and pushes my dress off. It falls into a heap on the floor as he deftly unclasps my bra and tosses it to one side.

I stand naked, wearing only my heels, facing the dark glass.

There’s another apartment building facing this one. Anyone could see me now. The thought of being watched by a faceless stranger is arousing and fresh moisture wells up between my thighs. Max reaches up and cups my heavy breasts, testing the weight of them in his palms.

“I’m so hard for you,” he growls in my ear, and I moan softly.

One hand caresses my breast while the other dips between my thighs, finding me wet and wanting. “Baby,” he purrs, “You’re so ready for me.”

“I need to feel you,” I gasp when he presses a finger inside me. Although I’ve had one orgasm already this evening, I’m already on the verge of another. It won’t take much to push me over the edge.

“Patience, malyshka.” He works me like a fine instrument until my legs shake and the only thing holding me up is a brawny arm around my waist.

Once he’s decided I have been teased enough, he lifts me into his arms and carries me to the bed. I lie on the soft quilt and watch as he strips off his clothes.

This isn’t the first time I’ve seen his body. Well, most of it. The image of Max stepping out of his bathroom wearing nothing but a small towel is etched into my memory.

I have a feeling that tonight may just eclipse that snapshot though. Max steps out of his boxers and my mouth falls open. It’s been a while since I’ve looked at a cock, but my experiences with male appendages have not prepared me for the perfection that is Max.

His cock is… big. Rick wasn’t a small guy by any means, but Max makes his cock look… average.

I kinda want to say something along the lines of… no fucking way, dude… but he doesn’t give me the opportunity. He climbs over me and drops his mouth to my breast, sucking and pulling on my nipple until I’m writhing with need. I can feel his heavy cock resting against my thigh, close to my center but not close enough. From the way it weeps, he’s as ready for this as I am.

“Max, please!” I want to feel him inside me.

“Be patient,” he orders, smirking as he sits back on his haunches and admires my body spread out like a buffet.

This is typically when I cringe and wish the lights were off, but the way he gazes at me gives me confidence. He doesn’t seem to care that my breasts are large enough to fall to the sides or that my belly is soft and curved. Or that my thighs are dimpled because I hate the gym more than I hate oysters. Which is a lot.

“You’re so beautiful, malyshka, don’t ever let anyone tell you differently.” Sincerity shines in his eyes and I know he means it. Something settles in my chest. A crack seals up. A hurt soothed by his words.

I’m terrible at accepting compliments, but I say it anyway. “Thank you.”

He smiles and leans forward until he’s hovering above me, resting on his forearms. Our chests touch but there’s no weight on me. Not much at least.

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