Page 21 of About That One Night
MaxMc: At five in the fucking morning? What is wrong with you?
Zoe: How do you know I’ve been here since then?
MaxMc: Your badge.
Zoe: Stop checking on me,it’s obsessive.
MaxMc: It’s not. I bet you wouldn’t have told me that you indeed arrived there too early. Why?
Zoe: There’s an issue with an international contract. Lora wanted me to fix it before the US market opened.
MaxMc: That place is sucking your soul.
Zoe: Probably. Sometimes I want to quit but then I remind myself that I’d have to save more before opening my own firm.
MaxMc: If you ever need help . . .
Zoe: Thank you, but I prefer not to mix business with pleasure.
MaxMc: Then, I’ll give you pleasure. What if we meet at lunch? We could do a lot of things in your office.
Zoe: Behave, McCallister.
MaxMc: You’re no fun.
Zoe: Will I see you tonight?
MaxMc: Yep, I’ll pick you up around seven—don’t forget we’re going to Vermont on Friday.
Zoe: I already asked for Monday off—hence, why I couldn’t say no to being here at five in the morning.
MaxMc: Miss me.
Chapter Twelve
Zoe
This is such a bad idea,yet it feels so, so good. Day . . . is it two or three?
I don’t know, but does it really matter? We eat and then I’m at his mercy.
Max’s large hands grip my waist, pinning me against the cool wall of his penthouse foyer as we enter. Dinner plans forgotten, his hips grind against mine, his hard cock pressing into me, igniting a fire in my core. My hands weavearound his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as his firm grip massages my ass roughly.
A whimper escapes my lips, only to be met with a primal growl from him. His lips crash into mine, hungry and demanding, his tongue invading my mouth, and I melt into the intensity of his kiss. I can taste the need in his kisses, and my core throbs in response. We continue our frantic kissing, his hands roaming over my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. With every touch, I am fueled with the desire to have him, to feel him deep inside me, unapologetically claiming me as his.
Our kiss is reckless and feverish, soaking my panties like never before. He pulls away from the wall and carries me toward the living room. Our lips never disconnect.
“Mmm,” I moan against his tongue as he places me on the couch.
He stares down at me, his pupils blown with lust. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I should feed you,” he says.
I lick my lips, giving him a sultry smile. “What are you going to feed me, big boy?” I purr.
“What does my good girl want? Do you want my cock? You want me to feed you my cock, baby?” he murmurs, his voice dripping with desire.
I shiver at his words, my body aching for him. “Yes,” I whisper, my voice breathy and filled with need. “I want to taste you, Max. I want your cock.”
A wicked grin spreads across his face as he unbuttons his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest. He leansdown, his breath hot against my ear. “Get on your knees, baby,” he growls.
