Page 16 of Knot Guilty

Spellbinding eyes sparkle in laughter at my shy silence, very much the opposite of the confidence I project on the job. Well, until yesterday. Evidently, Maxen isn’t going to help me out and steer the conversation, despite being the one to set me in a tailspin

I roll my eyes and start to walk away, cursing him under my breath, “Asshole.”

The instant my back is turned, a large hand reaches out to grab my arm and spin me around. Another clamps down on my back, lithe fingers reaching under the cropped hem of my shirt and locking me against a hard body.

“Leaving so soon?” he whispers against my lips.

“I’m tired of this game, Maxen.”

“Thank fuck.”

Thirsty lips meet mine, unleashing a torrent of heat in my middle that shoots straight to my core. On their own, my hands lift to Maxen’s smooth chest. I catch myself, thinking I should move them but decide my hands must know better than I do, so I leave them there.

It’s taken about two seconds flat, but I’m already hypnotized by Maxen’s kiss. And I don’t want to snap out of this trance. His tongue teases my lips, inviting mine to play. I open up to him, and BAM, instant addiction.

Despite our current location, out in the middle of an exposed hallway, I can’t focus on anything except the heat consuming my body and the tempting, hard length pressing against my middle.

The fingers encircling my right wrist loosen to curl around my braid, then sharply tug to the side for Maxen to reach my neck.

I have to be hallucinating. I’m still sitting in my car, dreaming all this up in my sexually frustrated state. I plant my feet, which are barely holding up my weak knees, and attempt to stand up properly.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Maxen growls against my ear.

My hazy brain finally admits I wasn’t imagining shit. Then Maxen walks backward into his apartment, carrying me with him.

The door is kicked shut once we’re clear, I’m set on a kitchen counter just a few feet away, and Maxen rips his mouth away from my throat. A moment passes between us where I stare into his entrancing blue eyes and him back into mine. This is it. If someone’s backing out, it’ll be now.

“Well, you got what you wanted. I’m here,” I breathe.

Maxen’s salacious grin returns, and he gives the slightest shake of his head. “Only half of what I want. You came to me, but I won’t be satisfied until you’ve come all over me.”

My body gives an involuntary shudder at his wicked vow. Damn, this guy wields words like a sword, and I’ve just had my legs cut out from under me.

Hungry fingers sear my skin, brushing up against my bare midriff just before Maxen rips off my shirt. My bra goes next, and I’m shoved onto the cold, stone countertop just as a hot mouth closes over a nipple.

Torn between wanting to get off the icy granite surface and needing his mouth to stay where it is, I attempt to at least push up onto my elbows. Maxen pauses his efforts to pull my shoes off and roughly shoves me back down.

Nimble fingers move from my sternum to the other breast, kneading the soft mound and flicking over the tightening peak. Maxen’s touch hijacks my senses, overriding the cold, and I abandon my struggle to get up.

Maxen shifts his head from one breast to the other, leaving his left hand to massage the wetness left by his hot mouth all over my excited skin. During the extremely brief reprieve, I focus enough to finish what he started by kicking my shoes off. Then my hands go to his hair, fisting and holding him in place.

“Like that, do you?” he chuckles against my nipple.

“Shut up,” is my breathy reply.

I get to the point where the nipple-sucking is good, but I’m ready to move on. I let go of Maxen’s hair to push him away, but he’s already shifting upward again. He wraps a hand around the back of my neck, pulls me up, and then presses in between my legs. His mouth goes to mine again, his tongue delving deep.

Deft hands remove the tie holding my braid together and gently work upward until the strands hang in soft waves. Maxen’s fingers eventually reach the top and gently massage my scalp. Meanwhile, my hands slip around Maxen’s waist, grabbing his ass and grinding his hard cock against my denim-clad pussy.

I’m officially about to go crazy, and if Maxen doesn’t do something soon, I’m damned well going to take him with me. Withdrawing my hands from around him, I grasp at the waistband of his track pants.

I never get the chance to shove them down. Maxen grabs both of my hands and forces them behind my back, and I decide I’ve had enough of this teasing shit. Pushing off the countertop, I launch at him, shoving him against the entry wall.

“Oh no, you don’t. You may be the boss in Norfolk, but this is my house. Here, we do things my way.”

Maxen spins me around and then pins my hands to the wall above my head. He shifts to lock both my wrists in one hand so his other can trail down my body to the top of my jeans.

His head dips to drag his lips across my jaw and back to my mouth as he flicks open the button of my jeans. Maxen slowly pulls down my zipper, and then two of his big digits slip inside my panties to my drenched slit.

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