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“Is that something you wish you could do for me?”
A throat clears in the hallway and shatters the moment we are in.
Chapter Twenty
STALKER
Serena looks stunning in her silky robe, lacy lingerie, and stockings, accentuating her long legs. I would love to wrap her legs around my waist again. The woman is a goddess. Her bodyguard needs to fucking die.
He keeps getting closer and closer to her. I see the way he’s looking at her like he wants to take a bite. I can’t let that happen. She’s mine. I would set him on fire after breaking all his bones in his body to touch what belongs to me.
It has been six months since this game with Serena began. For six months, I have waited for her to come to her senses and realize I’m the only one for her. I know she loves me. I can see it in the way she moves. I can see how much she wants me, too.
I watched her bodyguard have her pressed against the wall like she was some hooker. As if she weren’t the goddess she truly is. I hate him for touching her. I hate that he lives in her house with her. I know he’s probably thinking about touching her again.
Clearing my throat, I break up their little love fest. My hand was about to close around my pistol, but something inside of me told me not to do it.
Grabbing my pad of paper and my pen, I think about the following note I’m going to write for Serena.
“Could I get you another glass of wine?”
I turn in my seat to see the pretty bartender with long blonde hair. She has a nice smile and kind eyes, and she looks like an angel. “You could give me your cell phone number,” I wink at her.
Chapter Twenty-One
MAX
I roll over again in my bed, punch the pillow into submission, and wish for my boner to deflate. We’ve been home for a couple of hours. Usually, that wouldn’t be such a big deal, but we pussy-foot around each other like we’re strangers. We barely spoke on the way back to her house, either. She followed my unspoken directive to stay in the car while I did a quick sweep of the house.
If that person hadn’t cleared their throat, what would have fucking happened?
My cock hasn’t got the memo that it is staying lodged in my boxer briefs for the time being.
Me on my knees in front of her. Her beautiful face was looming over me. I liked it.
Seeing Serena like that… God damn it. She’s so fucking sexy. Everything about her commanding presence calls to my possessive and dominant side. I would love to switch roles and see how she enjoys being the bottom for me. I bet she submits beautifully.
I check the clock again to see if any time has passed since I started this restless night.Shit balls.It has only been five minutes since I last checked it.
I might as well work out or do something productive with my time since I’m not able to fall asleep. I have a slight urge to bust into Serena’s room to see if she’s also struggling with sleeping.
After shoving my feet into my sneakers, I grab a T-shirt to throw on. My basketball shorts have been discarded to the side of the room, and I yank those on over my shoes. Yeah, I didn’t think about doing this first.
With my phone in my hand, I walk out of my room to check in on Serena.Wait. Is she moaning?
“Max,” she whimpers. “Please.”
I see Serena’s hand pressed between her thighs as she bucks her hips against the heel of her hand. Should I help her out?
Everything is already cloudy between us, and I don’t need to complicate it anymore by shoving my cock up her little ass. I bet she would have a better attitude after I fuck it out of her.
I stand in the doorway, captivated by her. Serena could have any man or woman she wanted. For reasons unbeknownst to me, I want her only to want me.
She makes these cute little moaning noises while working her little clit quicker and harder. My dick is standing at full attention and doesn’t give a fuck about professionalism anymore.
“Max. I’m going to come!”
Wow. She’s really into the fantasy. I wonder what I’m doing to her to make her moan like this.
