Page 45 of Wickedly Played
His mouth is devouring me. His cock throbbing against my thigh… Dangerously close to slipping inside of me. Dangerously close to making me feel something I haven’t felt in a long time.
My stomach muscles and all the muscles below clench.
I clear my throat to snap out of my lustful fantasy. Unlike our parties, this one is not thrown in a house, but at an event space. We’ve been here a couple of times, and I really like the venue.
“You look handsome,” I reply, giving him a cursory look. “You look really nice in a Tom Ford suit,” I admit with a wink.
He looks in the mirror at himself and straightens his tie. “Yes, the suit did work out pretty well.”
I pucker and smack my lips together to make sure my gloss is even. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Max pick up the photos. I wait with bated breath to see what he is going to say about them. Maybe he will say these were a mistake, too, and he didn’t mean anything by them. Or perhaps he would say he was playing a role, but that’s all there is to it.
He gets to the one with me, looking as if I’m exchanging power with him. His lips curl into a devilish smile with just the tips of his teeth showing. My insides turn into goo. I hate him a little more now.
“Mhm,” he murmurs under his breath.
Like the masochist that I am, I ask, “What?”
He picks up the photo as he looks down at me. My eyes clash with his deep blue ones.Fuck me running. He’s trying to recreate the photo.
“I wonder if others see you like this,” he says with conviction.
“Would it bother you if they did?” I apparently want to hurt my feelings today.
He places it down on the counter and then rests one of those big hands on my hip. “Probably more than it should, sweetness.”
His eyes look sad. Max is staring at me as if he’s having a hard time managing his own inner conflict. I know my mind is going crazy with want, need, and a touch of wanting to preserve my dignity. How bad would it turn out if I just saidscrew itand jumped him right here? Would this blow up in my face like every other time I tried to act on it?
Max Fitzpatrick is a total fuckface, and I can’t help but crave him.
Plastering a reassuring smile, I put on my shield. “What is that supposed to mean?”What the hell is wrong with me?
His hand drops to my upper thigh. I feel the heat from his skin and his eyes that bore into me. My insides feel like they are on fire from the inferno.
“Sweetness,” he murmurs lightly. “God damn it.”
My back stiffens. “What now? Why can’t you say what you want to say? Why can’t you tell me what you’re thinking about without me having to guess? Why is it so hard for you to just open your fucking mouth and say words?” My voice cracks from the strain of yelling.
“How would this even work?” Max snips back.
There is a steel door shutting inside my chest from the passion behind his words. “What?”
He corners me next to the counter. Every single instinct in my body is telling me to make him kneel. I want him to stop acting like he’s the one in control of this relationship. Might I remind him that I’m his boss? He’s not my boss, but my bodyguard. He can act like he’s the one in control all he wants, but it won’t work for him for too much longer.
His hand grips my hip with almost bruising pressure. “I can’t share. All I want to do is bend you over this counter and fuck your sweet little pussy. But you won’t be mine alone. Would you? You would still be with the others, and I would have to be okay with that. I can’t. I can’t stand outside of the rooms and know what you’re doing in there with the others.” He pauses for a moment. He drops his forehead to land on mine. “Sweetness, I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t have only half of you. I would have to have all of you.”
My mouth opens and shuts like a goldfish's. “Max,” I whimper. I would love for him to do all the things he says he wants to do.
“But in the end, I’m just your employee. I’m being paid money to watch your back.”
I fight the urge to throw something at him. “It always comes back to that, doesn’t it? You love to put me on your hook and then… I don’t even know!”
Max kisses my forehead before walking back to his original post. “For what it’s worth, I would love nothing more than to be buried in your sweet pussy for the rest of my life. I want nothing more than to fuck you so good that you can’t get enough of me. I wonder how hard your little asshole would milk my cock as I fuck you from behind?”
“Jesus,” I falter. “But you won’t do any of that?”I’m a straight-up emotional cutter.
“Sweetness,” Max groans.
“Fine.” If he isn’t going to act on any of that, then I’m going to stop trying.Fuck. I’m Mistress Aphrodite.My nerves are bubbling inside of me as I try to bundle my rage. Max is a total douche canoe.
