Page 60 of Cross Point

She was absolutely stunning.

So breathtaking it was difficult to imagine she was really his.

“I can’t joke about that. Just thinking about something happening to you fills me with rage…and fear. I just found you. I can’t lose you now. Finding you has been like discovering a piece of me that I never even knew was missing.”

Her hands came up, stroking under his suit jacket over his back.

“I feel the same way, Max. I know this is soon, but I love you. I feel like I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.”

He breathed out slowly, resting his forehead on hers. “I love you so much it would kill me if something happened to you.”

“Don’t worry. I’m pretty hard to kill.”

He kissed her, sharing all the emotions he was feeling. Her tongue tangled with his in a sensual dance, giving and taking at once. She was utterly and completely intoxicating, rushing to his head faster than the champagne they’d had with dinner.

Sounds of laughter trailed on the wind coming from a group of people sitting near one of the cabanas on the beach, breaking through the sexual haze. Maxwell breathed out and rested his forehead against hers.

“Hell of a time to tell me this, love. All I want to do is rip your panties off and drag you down on the sand where I can make love to you.”

“I would have to be wearing panties for you to do that,” she whispered.

Maxwell groaned. “You mean to tell me that you went to the meeting and then dinner wearing nothing under this dress?”

A slow seductive smile had her lips turning up. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you. Watching you verbally bitch-slap the Rivieras in the meeting had me so hot I was afraid you’d see a wet spot on my dress when I got up.”

“I would have bent you over the damn table and taken you right there,” he swore.

“I know. But Jackson had to go to his poker game, and we had a date,” she said, a mischievous gleam shimmering in her eyes. “But we have time now.”

“Here?”

His first instinct was to refuse, but somehow being with her made him more adventurous. It made him free. He took her hand and pulled her toward one of the darkened cabanas, stopping next to a hammock that was tied between two large palm trees. They could hear the sounds of talking and laughter coming from the cabana several yards away, but the shadows surrounding their own cabana gave them enough privacy for what he wanted to do.

He dropped his shoes and took off his jacket. Taking her shoes from her hand, he dropped them to the ground next to his, then sat down in the hammock with his feet on the sand.

“Are you wet, Kat?”

“God, yes,” she replied quickly.

Staring into her eyes, he slowly undid his pants and pulled out his thick, hard cock, freeing it into the night air. “Come here and sit on my cock, love.”

She surprised him when she turned her back to him and raised her dress up slowly, revealing a holster attached to her left thigh.

“Armed and dangerous?”

She turned her head and grinned at him. “Just the way you like me.” She raised her dress higher, showing him her perfect ass and glistening pussy. “You want this, Max?”

“Bloody hell, yes. Sit on my cock, Kat.”

Trinity couldn’t wait any longer. She straddled his legs and slowly lowered herself down. Maxwell held onto his cock, positioning the thick stalk at her entrance so she slide down the length, taking him deep inside her as she sat all the way down. She smoothed her dress down in the front, so anyone walking by would think she was simply sitting on his lap and wouldn’t know he was fucking her.

“God, you feel so good inside me, Max.”

She trusted him to hold her as he leaned back, taking her body with him, lodging his cock deeper.

“Your pussy hugs my cock like it was made for me, love. Just lean back and relax. This is going to be nice and slow.”

He pushed off with his feet then lifted them as the hammock rocked him gently inside her. Her breath caught as the movement thrust him in and out of her pussy, in a slow, steady rhythm.

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