Page 55 of Knot Guilty

“Who…” I begin, but at the squeak in my voice, I stop and clear my throat to try again. “Who set all this up?”

Maxen answers while removing the cage on the bottle of champagne. “It’s maintained by the top floor tenants and only for our use, though I’m the only one that ever seems to come up here. Since I moved in, I’ve slowly customized it to my liking, and no one’s complained.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“And a lot more special than the inside of my apartment, right?”

A crimson blush fires up my neck and face, confirming that he’d figured out my earlier thoughts. Maxen reaches a finger under my chin, forcing my gaze back to his from where I’d turned away in embarrassment. “Just because you’ve always been treated one way does not mean that’s how you should be treated.”

He places a hand between my breasts, forcing me to recline on the massive pile of pillows. I do as he directs, stretching my legs and crossing my ankles. Maxen uncorks the bottle and then pours two glasses of pink champagne. After placing one in my hand, he leans forward and briefly touches his lips to mine. “To finding a diamond and helping her know how much she shines.”

He clinks my glass with his and takes a sip, never once removing his stare from mine. I mimic his movements, barely noticing the chill of the liquid as it slides down my throat. All I’m focused on is the burn in my middle and in Maxen’s eyes.

Setting down the flute, I grab Maxen’s collar and pull him down to me. He comes willingly, offering me my first real taste of the champagne that went unnoticed earlier. The slight tingle and fruity flavor on his tongue explode in my mouth as my desire rockets up to the max.

Maxen lifts his muscled frame to hover over me, only touching me with his mouth. I want more, and since our position affords me the room to reach the buttons of his dress shirt. I claw at the fabric, nearly frantic in my rush to touch his bare skin.

Once I’ve popped the last button and pulled the tails free of his belt, he sits up long enough to slide the fabric off his broad shoulders. The expanse of smooth, tan skin on display makes my mouth water.

Maxen doesn’t come back to me right away, so I trail eager fingers over his washboard abs to the trail of hair leading into his slacks. A rumble emanates from his chest at my slight touch, and his eyes drift closed.

That I could do this to him with the barest of touches is empowering. Emboldened, I sit up and taste his skin, immediately entranced by the scent of his cologne and the warmth against my lips.

Holding himself up with one arm, Maxen slides the other down my leg, uncrossing my ankles. He massages his way back up, pulling a moan from me. He only stops when he reaches the hem of my dress, which has ridden up almost high enough to reveal my secret.

I swirl my tongue around one of his nipples, and the former Delta groans hoarsely. “May I have you tonight, Sadie?”

“I think you’ve had me since you tackled me in the training room,” I joke.

Maxen straight-up growls in warning. “Sadie.”

“Yes, Maxen. You may have me.”

That enormous body lowers to mine slowly, allowing me to adjust to his weight on top of me. He needn’t have worried. I love the feeling, grounded, dominated. Some might be surprised by that admission, but giving yourself to someone you trust can be freeing.

Maxen licks the seam of my lips, urging me to open for him. I don’t need much encouragement. He dips his tongue inside, consuming me with that little bit of contact. I open my body to him, allowing him to settle between my thighs. With him this close, all his hard ridges press against all the best places, making me squirm in anticipation.

He lifts a hand to my chest, settling on one fabric-covered breast and slipping his thumb into the dress's front slit. The thin material lets him feel my nipple pebble at his touch, alerting him that I’m not wearing a bra underneath. Wanting his hands on my skin, I reach up and loosen the tie at my neck, peeling the halter top down. The skin on my chest erupts in goose flesh once exposed to his eyes, the night air... and his mouth.

The instant Maxen lowers his head and closes his mouth over a taught nipple, my back arches off the stack of pillows. Maxen takes the opportunity to reach behind me, grabbing a handful of the fluffy supports and flinging them to the side. The result is me lying flat on my back, settling him even tighter against my aching core.

My hands go to his head, rasping my nails over his scalp. “Maxen,” I beg breathlessly.

The Adonis crawls back up to my mouth and whispers against my lips, “I know what you need, baby girl.”

Instead of pissing me off, the endearment stokes the fire within me. Maxen’s tongue tangles with mine while his hand finally sneaks its way under the skirt of my dress. Finding me bare below the waist must surprise my lover as he lifts his eyes to mine, and a sly grin lights his face.

His nimble fingers resume their trek northward while Maxen holds my gaze. Finding me drenched and ready, Maxen withdraws his fingers only to dip them into his mouth. He sucks them clean and then slowly peels my dress off.

By the time the fabric is tossed away, my chest is heaving with the force of my excited breaths. Maxen doesn’t lift to remove his pants or touch me again other than to remove the flower from my hair. It gets tossed to the side like my dress, and then he releases my hair from its clasp.

Only now does he stand and unlatch his belt. His eyes, molten with desire, scorch a path over my skin as he skims me from head to toe. Maxen begins pulling his belt through the loops just as painfully slow as he’s done everything else. Meanwhile, I’m writhing on the blanket as the need to be filled overwhelms me.

The belt finally clears the last loop, and Maxen drops it to the turf. Upon the release of his button and zipper, his dick springs free, revealing that he was just as bare underneath his clothes as I was.

His slacks flutter to the ground, and he steps out of the puddle to stalk toward me with the dirtiest of intentions dancing behind his eyes. Having had enough of waiting around, I quickly rise to my knees and reach for him. Just before I wrap my fist around his cock, Maxen grabs my wrist, stopping me from touching him. It seems that since we’re back on his turf, we’re back to his rules. Too bad I’m not feeling very submissive at the moment.

I spin my arm out of his grasp and jump to my feet.

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