Page 22 of Billionaire Temptations

“Thank you.” I smiled.

“My pleasure.”

We pulled up to the club, and Darren held out his hand to help me out. “Have fun in there and stay out of trouble.” He gave a small smile.

“I can’t make any promises.” I winked.

I watched as Aria grabbed Max’s hand, and they cut in front of me to get into the club first. Whatever. She was a skank in a skintight white dress that showed the outline of her thong. The only reason I noticed was because her ass looked mega huge. I stepped into the club and sent a text message to Hannah, asking where she was.

“Sitting at a table to the left of the bar.”

The blaring bass of the music was causing the floor underneath my feet to shake. Bodies that tangled all over the dance floor crowded the new club. Aria dragged Max over to the bar, and I took off to find Hannah and Austin.

“There you are!” Hannah smiled as I sat down next to her. “You look hot!”

“Thanks.” I reached across the table and shook the hand of Dominic, Austin’s boyfriend.

Before I knew it, Max sat down in the empty seat next to me and handed me a mojito.

“I figured you’d want one. Reminds me of another time.” He winked.

“Everyone, I’d like you to meet my friend, Max Hamilton, and his friend, Aria.”

Hannah had the same reaction on her face as I did the first time I saw him. I smiled at her and took a sip of my drink. Aria stood up and grabbed Max’s hand, leading him to the dance floor. I sat there and watched as that slut moved her body up and down Max, grinding to the beat of the music. I touched the arm of the waitress who walked by and asked her to get us a round of lemon shots. I wasn’t about to sit here and watch the two of them sober.

Downing two rounds of lemon shots, the effects of the alcohol mixed with the three mojitos started to take over. As soon as “Uptown Funk” blasted through the speakers, Hannah grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. I let loose, shaking my hips to the beat and moving my body around in a seductive way that suggested I was an easy target for sex. A tall and good-looking guy slithered in my direction, pressing his body up against mine as he smiled, and our hips moved in sync. The final straw was when his hands grasped my waist, and Max was near me in a flash, grabbing my wrist and leading me off the dance floor and through the club to a hallway off to the side where nobody was allowed to go. He pushed me inside a small room, a room that was an office with a desk, a couch, and a couple of chairs. He turned on the light and slammed the door, locking it from within.

“What the fuck, Max?!”

“Shut up.” His mouth crashed into mine as his hands went up the back of my dress, cupping my ass as hard as he could. He broke our kiss, and his angered eyes stared into me. “Don’t you ever do that again as long as we’re engaged. Do you fucking understand me, Emma?”

I was stunned and shocked by his tone and behavior, and I didn’t like it. The only reaction I could muster up was my hand slapping him across the face.

“Don’t you ever, and I mean ever, fucking talk to me like that again! And don’t you ever grab me like that again, either. You have no right, you sorry son-of-a-bitch.”

I stomped out of the room and quickly made my way down the hallway, sending a text message to Hannah telling her that I was sick and had to leave. My stomach was nauseous as I left the club and headed down a street that I wasn’t familiar with. I didn’t know where I was going, and, at this point, I didn’t care. Getting away from him was the only thing I wanted to do. I felt the vomit rise up in my throat as I stepped into the alley and bent over, releasing the alcohol that needed to escape me. A pair of hands lightly gripped my arms as I flinched.

“It’s okay, Emma. It’s me,” Max whispered.

As soon as I was finished, he picked me up in his arms and carried me to the curb, where Darren was waiting with the door open. He slid me into the back seat, and I turned and faced the window.

“Emma,” he spoke.

I put my hand up, signaling him not to say another word. Darren pulled up to my building, and Max slid out, holding out his hand to help me. I pushed it away.

“I don’t need your help.”

I heard him tell Darren that it was okay to leave, and I abruptly stopped before reaching the door.

“Don’t you dare follow me up to my apartment. You aren’t welcome.”

“You’re making a scene, Emma. Let’s just go upstairs and get some coffee.”

I huffed and stumbled away from him. I couldn’t find my keys, so Max found them for me and slid the key into the lock.As soon as I walked in, I kicked off my shoes and threw my purse down. The door shut, and Max took hold of my arm, pulling me into him and brushing his lips against mine.

“I never got to tell you how fucking sexy you look in that dress,” he spoke in between kisses.

A part of me was still angry at him for earlier, but the other part desired him inside me. I kissed him hard, practically throwing myself at him to let him know that he could fuck me. A moan rumbled from his chest as he pulled down my panties and dipped his fingers inside of me while his mouth devoured my neck. My fingers raced to unbutton his pants and release his hard cock in my hand. As I slid his pants down, he stepped out of them and kicked them away while unzipping the back of my dress and letting it fall to the ground. His other hand grasped my breast, and his fingers tugged at my hardened nipples. Max picked me up and set me down in front of the couch, turning me around so I was bent over. He didn’t waste any time as he thrust inside of me, gripping my hips as moans escaped our lips. My body was heated, and my heart was racing in sync with each thrust. His hand released my hip, and his finger traveled down, circling my clit, and sending my body into pure bliss as I began to climax. Yelling out his name, I gave in to my release as his thrusting slowed, and he submerged himself deep into me while filling my insides. His hot breath trailed along my back as he moaned in erotic pleasure.

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