Page 58 of Crush

My body was warm and wet and still coming down from the place Max Hunter had taken me. It had been reckless and probably wrong but I didn’t care.

We both lay beside each other in the silence, the smell of sex in the air. My head felt scrambled as tiredness kicked in.

The last thing I remembered as that deep slumber started to take over, was Max’s strong arms, pulling me into his side. One of his strong thighs pushed into the backs of mine as he spooned me. It was the first time I had been spooned and it felt sweet and special.

And then we slept.

Eleven

Max

Outside the bedroom, Amber and I were at war. But inside it was adifferentstory.

The sex had beensensational. Who knew we would be so compatible between the sheets? And there had been nothing cold or uptight about Amber, the woman had come apart in my arms, passionate and unrestrained. I thought about how she’d pushed back against my palm when I’d spanked her. To think that all this time that stick up her arse was all an act. Amber Swift was about as vanilla in the bedroom as a chewable thong.

Being buried balls deep inside her had felt like a slice of heaven and we had onlyjustscratched the surface. I’d tapped her sweet arse to gauge her reaction to one of my many kinks and Amber had submitted to mecompletely. I had thought she’d resist, being so bossy in everyday life, but it appeared that she enjoyed surrendering control in the bedroom which suited me just fine.

When it came to sex, I liked to be the boss.

I thought back to what I had said to Leonie, Gabriel’s houseguest about Amber and us having nothing in common. Not totally true. I remember how Leonie had reacted when I’d said I wanted to take Amber across my knee. The girl had paled saying how she didn’t think that was the right approach. How wrong she was.

I started to get turned on again, thinking of all the otherdepravedthings I wanted to do to her hot little body.

My instincts told me to dress quietly and not to disturb her, she looked so relaxed. Peeling myself away from that warm, inviting body hadn’t been easy. Amber had slotted against me so well, almost like she wassupposedto be there.Who would have thought we’d fit so perfectly? Those soft curves of her buttocks had pushed against my growing hard-on, coaxing me toward a second wave of excitement. Her natural scent mixed in with the smell of sexual arousal sitting sweetly in the air. It was intoxicating as fuck.

As I pulled my crumpled shirt on, I watched her chest rise and fall with the gentle breaths she took. I had never seen her face so peaceful, and I felt a surge of pleasure that I was responsible for that. Amber’s rested expression was one of fulfilment, something I was also experiencing in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced. I had never blown my load so hard. I purposely checked the condom was intact the instant I’d removed it.

The sheets were twisted around Amber’s body and one pale leg was bare. Her flame of red hair was bright as it spread out against the white silk of the pillow, like liquid fire. My gaze dropped briefly to the bottom of her back where those two silver lines marked the flesh there. I wondered how she came across such scars in that location.

Shaking off the thoughts I stared down at her. She was so beautiful and as my eyes searched her delicate bared shoulders and her breasts pushed against the sheets, I wanted to climb back into bed and drag her back against my body. A jet of possessive need raged through me.Mine.

Turning away from that temptation, I finished dressing and pulled my phone from my trouser pocket. I had a missed call from Gabriel and several from Natalie.Fuck.Seeing Natalie’s name on screen made me feel guilty about where I was. I needed to get out of there. I pocketed my phone and made my decision.

Was leaving Amber asleep in bed a dick move? Probably. But the thought of being caught with my pants down,literally, by a member of staff or Mia, would have been much worse. No matter how loyal, employees and best friendslovedto gossip. It didn’t bear thinking about.

I continued to tuck my shirt into the waistband of my dress trousers as I left her room, walking down the corridor. I wasn’t in full-on creep mode but getting caught leaving Amber’s room was not a thought I relished. I continued past my room which I hadn’t even stepped in and went downstairs. I needed to smoke.

As I came to the hallway where the picture of her mother was hanging high on the wall, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. It almost felt like the painting was judging me and I experienced a flicker of remorse. Would Amber be pissed that I left without a word after what we had shared? Shit?Shared, where didthatcome from? Didn’t I meanafter we had fucked?

One night together and the woman had already turned me into a drippy twat. I couldn’t believe that I’d opened up to her about my brother, Andrew. My dead twin who I’d shared a womb with but never got to meet. It wasn’t something which was discussed in our house growing up as my mother found it too painful. Gabe was the only one of my friends who knew and he was sworn to secrecy. Amber had shown me a part of herself that I don’t think many people had seen apart from Mia. I suppose I’d only felt it right to give her something back. She’d been ready to listen to the whole story too but I’d had to shut that shit down before it got any deeper as she was right. Although I tried not to pander to it, there had always been a feeling that something was missing from my life, like a void that could never be filled.

Pushing the sad shit to one side, I ignored the painting and stepped over to the mirror hanging near the doors. My hair was a mess and I looked like I’d just spent the night fucking someone. And of course, I had.

Making my way through the house towards the kitchen, I passed by Jonathan’s study. The doors were open and he was awake. Thank all that is holy that I was dressed.

“Maxim dear boy, is that you?” His voice cut into me like a sliced artery, and I stopped, the base of my spine stiffening. I didn’t say anything at first, but as I heard a chair leg scraping against the flooring, I spun around with a brightsmile. One which was probably way too big and fake looking, having never really been a smiler.

As I approached the open doors, attempting to enter the room normally and not in awalk of shamefashion, I saw Jonathan sitting by the unlit fireplace in one of those leather wing-backed chairs. His side profile shifted as he turned to look at me whilst waving me forward enthusiastically.

“You’re up late,” Jonathan said, glancing at his watch. He must have woken up and got a second wind.

“I’m just having a nightcap. Come and join me,” he offered, raising his crystal tumbler. A nightcap? Now? I peered at my Rolex; it was almost three in the morning. The crusty old bastard had some steam, I’d give him that.

“Of course. How could I refuse a request from the birthday boy.”

He smiled, “I suppose it’s not my birthday now but another one won’t hurt.”

The office was dimly lit by the two ornate lamps in opposite corners surrounding the large stone hearth. It was the same place Amber and I had been earlier that night. The moment we had a conversation like normal adults.

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