6. Max

CHAPTER 6

Max

I do not fucking care anymore how young she is. I don’t care if every fucker in town calls me a cradle robber and tells me I should be ashamed of myself.

I have to take care of Lexi. It’s a damn driving need now.

The pain that was written all over her face as she cried herself to sleep last night. She needs me. And if she wants me as much as I want her, I’m gonna do every fucking thing in this world to get her.

I’m gonna take care of that little angel for the rest of our lives. No way am I gonna let her out of my sight until I manage to plant my baby in her belly.

I hear her stumbling down the stairs and I smirk when I see the time. My girl is late and I don’t give a fucking damn.

She runs into the room, her long curls streaming behind her in an auburn mess. She pulls up when she sees me sitting behind the desk. Usually I’m not in here. This is where she works.

“Oh shit! I’m sorry I’m late, Max. I-I must have forgot to set my alarm.”

I lean back in the desk chair and cross my arms. “Did you sleep alright? Feeling better?”

She flushes and bites her plush lower lip. I wanna pull it loose and then bite it with my own teeth. While I’m sinking balls-deep in her slick heat.

I shove that thought down. Now is not the damn time. My dick is throbbing and pushing against my zipper.

“Yeah. I feel good, Max.”

Fuck do I want to feel out how good she feels. It takes all my concentration not to blurt those words out.

“Good.” I stand up and stalk past her. But her little hand comes out to touch my shoulder. Just a whisper of a touch and my body roars to life like a fucking four-alarm fire. An ache settles under my skin. A need that I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to push down.

“Lexi,” I warn. “You need to let me go, angel.”

Her lavender eyes peer up at me and there’s something in the blown pupils, the darkened depths of her gaze that sets off an answering fury in my own body.

“I can’t, Max. I-I thought about it and I know it’s dumb. I know I shouldn’t. But I want you. I want you to touch me. Make love to me and make me forget for awhile.”

I turn back to her and hiss, “I’m not a pill you can take, Lexi. I’m a man and this man will not be able to let you go if he touches you.” My dark gaze crawls down her body, lingering on my favorite parts. Her lush, full breasts and the rounded curves of her hips and thighs. “You’re going to be mine and you’re never going to get rid of me. Try and leave me and I will hunt your sexy ass down and put my handprint on it before I drag your ass back to me.”

She sucks in a harsh breath and for a minute I think I’ve scared her. Until I see the want in her eyes. Frost and storms. Purple fire and blue clouds whirling in the depths in a maelstrom of emotion that calls to me.

“Do you want that, angel? Because we both know I’m not the easiest man in the world. But I will take care of you. I’ll break down this world to give you every damn thing you want and need. I’ll bury any fucker that thinks he can hurt you or take you away from me. But you will be mine. No take-backs.”

She gulps roughly but doesn’t let go of my arm. Her fingers curl around my bicep. “What if that’s exactly what I want, Max? What if I want that more than anything in this world?”

I growl under my breath. “Then I’d say you’ve made your choice, angel. And hell’s fury on anyone that thinks they can take you away from me.”

I slam my lips down on hers and move closer, shutting my door, roughly pushing her into it. My lips slant across hers, coaxing them open and she moans, her lips parting. Her soft little tongue darts out and strokes mine and I swear it’s fucking sexier than any damn thing I’ve ever felt. That tiny touch sparks heat in my core and I grunt, pushing my hips up against hers, grinding into her. I lift my lips, breath huffing out of me like a damn freight train.

Her slumberous eyes open and I smirk at the dazed look in them. “I’m not fucking you in this office, angel. You deserve a bed and the time I need to take with this body.”

She trembles and pouts, her lower lip pushing out adorably. I kiss her hard and deep and when I lift my head again, both of us are puffing out like we’ve run a marathon. “But that doesn’t mean that I’m gonna leave your sweet little pussy aching, angel. I would never hurt you like that.”

She moans and flushes. My hand drifts down and I wrestle with the snap on her jeans, finally getting it open, swearing roughly when her soft skin is revealed.

“God damn you are a miracle, angel. A mother-fucking Christmas wish come true.” My fingers snake down until I’m plucking at her lower lips with just the tips. “So hot and slick. You need me don’t you, angel? Need me to fuck this pretty pussy and make you scream my name all night long.”

It’s not a question. Her hips bounce against me and the flush on her pale cheeks deepens. Her eyes are dark pools of purple pansy and I’m drowning in the lust and love in them.

“Please, Max.”

“Oh, I’m gonna please you, angel. Right now.” I squat in front of her and her mouth falls open as my hands rip her pants down her legs, all the way to her ankles. I don’t bother yanking them off since I’d need to take her shoes off and I’m not fucking taking the time.

I roughly push her thighs open until I can squeeze my head in and her legs collapse on a gasp. My tongue darts out and licks a stripe up her slick hole. “Mmmm. So fucking good. Like sweet apple pie.” I look up at her and she licks her lips and I swear to god I almost come in my pants.

“I’m gonna lick this pussy until you’re screaming and then I’m gonna do it again and again until you can’t fucking see straight and I’m drowning in your fucking juices.”

Her breath hitches and she nods her head up and down. That’s all I was waiting on.

I bury my face in her pussy. The pink lips are already swollen with her need, the neatly-trimmed curls glistening with her honey. Licking, sucking and pushing into her, I growl at the sweet taste of her.

“You are delicious, angel. Like a sweet cherry. All tart and juicy, sweet and earthy.”

She moans and the hands clenched at her side sneak up and grasp my short hair. “Oh shit, Max. Don’t stop.”

No plans for that. I grind my face deeper into her hole until my tongue buries in her slick depths, fucking her ruthlessly, the way I want my dick buried in her depths.

I reach down and rub my dick where it pushes against my jeans. “You’re gonna kill me. But I’m gonna die a fucking happy man.”

I don’t know what the fuck I’m saying. All I can taste is her. All I can smell is her. She’s my everything. Nothing else matters.

Her fingers tense and her nails scratch at my scalp and then she screams and comes apart on my face. Her juices slick my mouth and I growl as I suck them down, tonguing her roughly until the tiny pulses in her pussy flutter again and she wails softly, trembling and shaking, my hands holding her up as her legs give out.

I lean back and satisfaction rips through me. She looks dazed and well-fucked, satisfied.

“Now. Let’s take this upstairs because I need to be buried balls-deep in this pussy and feel you fall apart on my dick.”

She slips down the door and I chuckle and gather her up. “Let’s get you straightened out because there is no way on this earth that anybody out there is gonna get even a glimpse of what’s mine.”

As soon as I’ve got her pants back up and zipped, I lift her up and over my back, laughing at her soft squeal. I pat her ass and she grumbles under her breath.

“You’re too slow. I need to be inside you right fucking now.”

I open the door and charge through, ignoring the laughs and catcalls from some of my servers.

“Max,” she growls.

“Don’t fucking care.”

I need her under me and that’s all that matters. I don’t care who fucking knows. She’s my whole world and that’s not about to change. Best every swinging dick out there knows it.

I get upstairs and then throw her across the bed, smirking at her glare.

“Get undressed, angel. I’m nowhere near done with you.”