When I returned, he looked furious. “Whenever you’re with me, you do not canvass for more business.”
“I wasn’t!” With a glare, I sat. “I was surprised by their cards.”
“You wear a dress like that in a Miami hotel bar and are surprised when men want to pay you to fuck? They know what you are—you might as well wear a sign.”
And that sign did not read: Tycoon Walking. Which pissed me off. I was buzzed enough to say, “Brilliant. I’ll model my sign after a cabby’s: Vacant, Off Duty, Taken.”
“Tonight you’re definitely taken.” He cupped my nape, drawing me in for a kiss. His lips were so firm, and God, he knew how to use them.
Soon we were at each other’s mouths, ravenous, kissing for everyone to see. My nipples hardened almost painfully against my halter.
I startled when I felt his palm on my inner thigh. His hand climbed higher. Higher. My dress would provide no barrier, the hem nearly reaching my thong.
Then . . . contact. Against my mouth, he growled the word: “Wet. You’re practically vibrating for it.”
I squirmed in my seat.
He drew back until our mouths were inches apart. “I’m going to pretend that you aren’t like this with your other clients. That I alone make you feel this way.” He slipped his forefinger past the silk to trace the seam of my damp lips. My thighs and pussy obediently parted for him. “Purr in your accent that it’s true, and maybe I’ll believe it.”
I leaned forward. “I’ll whisper it in your ear.” When he tilted his head down, I nipped his earlobe, hard. “You make me this way, you arrogant pendejo.”
“Little witch.” He was grinning when he took my mouth. Sinking a finger inside me, he kissed and kissed me until I was riding his hand. I neared the point of no return when he broke away from me.
His eyes were hooded, his hair mussed from my hands.
I could only imagine what I looked like. Panting, I squeezed my thighs around his hand. “Why’d you stop?”
He gazed down at me with those penetrating blue eyes. The color of sunstruck ocean. “Do you need me inside you, Katya?” His voice was so husky it made me tremble.
For some reason, this felt like a turning-point moment. So again, I asked myself, Would I fuck him for free?
My answer: “Absolutely.”
CHAPTER 10
In the elevator, Máxim maneuvered me against the wall, his body looming.
I turned to him, jutting my breasts and hard nipples for attention. His raised his hands, only to drop them, fists clenched. “Camera,” he muttered, stepping back. Then he cast me a look of resentment, as if I were the cause of his current discomfort.
As if I wasn’t just as bad off as he was. If I didn’t feel him inside me soon, I was going to climb the walls!
He stormed from the elevator. In the lobby, he yanked me to him. When I hopped up to lock my legs around his waist, he caught me, growling his approval, his hot hands gripping my ass.
Between kisses, he said, “I’ve thought about you ever since you left. Couldn’t concentrate on business, on anything, for two fucking days.”
I moaned, absorbing his words. Was it bullshit? Hazily, I realized he had no incentive to bullshit me. He was guaranteed to have sex with me. For all he knew, I owned absolutely nothing.
How . . . freeing. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you either, Máxim.”
“I love it when you call me that.”
“I’d rather have a mouthful of you than of your name.”
He groaned. “I vowed to myself I wouldn’t book you. I told myself there could be no such thing as a body like yours.”
Against his lips, I said, “I vowed to myself I’d hate you forever.”
Balancing me, he managed the front door, closing it behind us. Then he set back in to our kiss. Soon it was burning out of control, our bodies moving and thrusting together. When he broke away, I hungrily followed his lips, panting for more.
“Still! I’m losing control. You do this thing with your mouth—”
I leaned in and did that thing with my mouth. With another groan, he used his free hand to rip the top of my dress, and I didn’t care. I wanted him to bare my body, anything to get his lips back on me. He fondled my tits until my nails dug into his shoulders.
But then he drew back, giving his head a hard shake. “Wait, dushen’ka. We’re going to relax and take this slowly. I have a matter to discuss with you.”
I barely listened to him. My nipples were rubbing across the material of his shirt, driving me crazy. “Discuss after you’re inside me.” I tightened my legs around him.
“I’m not going to fuck you on the couch again.”
“Then fuck me against the wall! Please, please, please.”
“Damn it, Katya,” he grated, digging in his pocket to snag another condom. “I don’t want you to hurt.”
“I won’t. It’ll be good.” I leaned forward, teasing his mouth, sucking on his tongue.
How he managed to put on a condom, hold me up, and kiss me at the same time, I’ll never know—but I felt the crown at my entrance.
When he inched inside, I had to stretch to take him, but it wasn’t like Monday night. No pain, just exquisite fullness as he sank ever deeper. Once he’d seated his cock as far as he could go, he seemed to force himself to go still. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, Máxim!”
He bit out, “I am officially . . . booking you . . . for the rest of the night.”
“I am officially dying to fuck you again. It’s so good. So good inside me. Don’t hold back!”