Page 104 of The Forbidden Trio

“Whatever will make this as easy on you as possible.”

It wasn’t going to be easy, no matter what. But she was afraid if she had any more time to think about it, she’d chicken out.

They got on the road and even with the light rain, the drive wasn’t too bad. Max put some ambient music on, and they were mostly quiet on the drive. Aster couldn’t seem to relax and figured she wouldn’t be able to until she had this behind her. She was glad when they got to his place and Max led her into the building, holding her hand in the elevator.

Once inside, he led her to the bedroom where he lit a few candles. Then he slowly undressed her, kissing her skin as each item of clothing came off: her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach, even her calves as he knelt to help her step out of her shoes. He took off his shirt, then drew her into his arms.

“Baby, you’re shivering. You sure you want to go ahead with this?”

It was true—her whole body was trembling. With fear. With need for him.

“No. I need to do this, and it has to be now, Max.”

“Tell me where your fear is, baby girl, on a scale of one to ten, with ten being the worst.”

“A nine, maybe?”

He pulled back to look into her eyes. “That’s too high. I think we should wait.”

“No! I mean, please no, Max.”

He stroked her hair, her cheek, concern in his tender touch as shadows from the candlelight flickered in his eyes. “Aster, I understand you’re going to be frightened going into this. But a nine is pretty much a panic state. I can’t take you to a ten—not when you’re this close already.”

“Can we do some breathing exercises? That always helps.”

“Of course. Let’s go lie down on the bed.”

They laid down facing each other, chest to chest, and he kept one hand on the back of her neck.

“Follow my breathing. Synchronize yours to mine, okay?”

“Yes.”

She did as he said, and it helped that she could feel his chest expand as his lungs filled up—it gave her a focal point in addition to his gentle voice reminding her to breathe in, to exhale.

Finally, he asked, “What number now, baby?”

“Um, a seven, maybe?”

“That’s better. Good girl.”

As always, those words made her melt. Even more when he began to kiss her. His lips were firm on hers, then softened as she parted to let him in. He deepened the kiss, and her body began to tingle all over, need a building spiral she was helpless to resist. No one had ever kissed her the way he did, commanding her, taking her over, and she loved it.

His hands moved over her bare skin, caressing her back, her ass, and every touch of his fingertips lit a tiny flame of desire on her flesh. By the time he pushed her onto her back and held himself over her, she was pliant, needy. He held her wrists over her head with one big hand, and she breathed him in, the scent of male desire heavy in the air.

He watched her for several long moments, his expression so focused, so intent, she felt as if she could come if he looked at her that way long enough. Heat built between her thighs until she wanted to squeeze them together, but she knew he wouldn’t want her to.

When he squeezed one nipple, pleasure shot straight to her aching pussy, making her groan. He did it again, hard this time, and her body arched up off the bed. The pain was exquisite before it became pure pleasure. When he followed the pinch by lowering his head and bathing her sore nipple with his hot, wet tongue, she trembled with the exquisite need to come. Then he moved to the other breast, gathered it in his hand and squeezed, harder and harder, until she was squirming in pain beneath him.

“Hold your arms over your head. Don’t move them,” he commanded. “I’m not going to cuff you tonight.”

He held her down with the sheer weight of his body as he tortured and teased her nipples, biting, sucking, licking, pinching. She’d never been so close to coming from nothing but nipple play.

“Hold it back, baby girl. You know your come is mine.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He moved down her body, leaving a trail of bites and kisses down her torso, until he reached the small strip of hair between her thighs. His breath was warm on her mound, and she waited, her own breath coming in short, sharp pants, the anticipation overwhelming her senses. Finally, he laid the flat of his palm there and pressed down, moving his hand up and down on her hard clit.

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