Chapter 4

Iwake up in an unfamiliar place with strong, warm arms around me. I try to move, but I"m completely wrapped in a man"s embrace. Not just any man. Max, the millionaire.

His window overlooks an amazing backyard, and for a moment, I don"t want to move. I want to stay here, protected and loved. But this was a one-night stand, and I"ve got to get my feet back on the ground.

Closing my eyes seems to be the right approach right now. I don"t have to be anywhere until Monday, and I"ve never been held like this before. I think I dozed off because I woke up to warm lips kissing and suckling my now hard nipples. Max is so intent on his task that it makes me smile. I smooth out his hair, letting the soft waves tease my fingertips.

"Good, you"re awake. I almost ravaged you in your sleep."

"Perv."

"I can"t help it, you"re too delicious, kitten."

He nestles his head between my breasts and just sighs as if that is the exact place he wants to be for the rest of his life. That place should be between my legs. I blush at my outrageous thought. I try to move to go to the bathroom and that"s when I feel the soreness all over my body. Max used me and used me well last night. Hot used, not dirty u… well, maybe dirty used also. But it was all in good fun.

"I know you"re comfy there, but I need to pee," I say, pushing him away.

"No, I"m never letting you go." He grabs me tighter.

A thrill goes through me at those words, but I know he"s just playing with me. I like this playful side. Last night, he was very bossy. I like the mixture of the two. But I really got to go. I manage to squeeze from under him and hurry to the gorgeous bathroom. We had some nice shower sex during the early hours of the day, giving me memories I"m going to cherish for eternity.

While I relieve myself, I"m thinking about how to make my exit—or if I even want to leave today. Then I hear his voice from the other room.

"I"m going to the kitchen. Do you want some coffee?"

"Sure."

Damn it, why did I say that? Coffee gives me the runs. I don"t drink breakfast beverages. I"m a diet cola kind of girl. Morning, noon, and night. People always give me a hard time for it. But I don"t care.

I look behind the bathroom door to see if there"s a robe I can use to cover up. Otherwise, I"m going to have to go digging in his drawers. I like to refrain from intimate actions like that, but sometimes, you"ve got no choice.

I wrap a towel around me and peek out into the bedroom.

"Max, do you have a t-shirt I could borrow?"

"No! Stay naked."

Right. I"m not that confident in my body image to do that. When I was a little girl, I saw a TV show where a woman was parading naked all over her apartment. I asked my mother about it, and she said I could do it. I didn"t have the nerve to go around the house like that, but I did try it in our room (we lived with my grandmother), and it felt weird. As an adult, though, I could see the appeal, especially if someone like Max is waiting to feel you up in the next room.

So I open drawers until I find a shirt that works and put it on. It"s crisp and clean and I might just take it home with me when I leave. I know, it"s a creepy stalker move, but there you have it. I see my panties on the floor, but I don"t really want to wear them. Max will probably prefer me sans underwear, anyway. I live to please.

I walk downstairs to the kitchen and find Max fixing breakfast. He only has his boxers on but also an apron that covers his chest. That"s good, cause he"s frying some bacon.

"Everything smells delicious," I say.

He looks back at me and eyes me hungrily. I don"t think we"re going to make it through breakfast without an orgasm or two. And maybe I don"t want to. Last night, he counted the orgasms. He gave me 12 and was disappointed in himself. I thought being multiorgasmic was a myth. I"m glad to have been proven wrong.

"Help yourself to the coffee. There"s cream in the fridge."

I take a cup and pour half a cup of coffee into it, and when I get the creamer, I practically pour the entire thing into my cup. Then, I add some sugar and hope for the best. I take a sip and nod. The creamer is doing its job, and I don"t feel the bitterness of the coffee as much.

"Do you want some help?"

He places the bacon on a serving plate and stands in front of me.

"No, kitten. I"m your slave, and I"m here to serve you."

That makes me both smile and blush. It would be wonderful to have this man as a sex slave. To have him cater to my every need. The notion gives me goosebumps.

"You like that, don"t you, kitten?"

"Maybe a little."

"Come on, let"s fuel up. We need some energy for today"s activities." He ushers me to the dining room table, where other plates of food are already set for us to eat.

"You didn"t have to do all this for me." Then I frown. "What activities are those, again?"

He butters his toast with a smile on his face. Then takes a big bite out of the bread.

"Oh, there"s swimming, showering, chasing."

"Chasing?"

"If I catch you, you win. If I don"t, you lose."

"I wouldn"t want to lose to you."

"Have you ever swam naked in a swimming pool?" He asks, a twinkle in his eyes.

I hesitate to share, but what the heck? This conversation is fun.

"I… um… might have a fantasy about that."

"Do tell."

"Once I saw this porno, and the girl was floating in the water, and the guy was eating her out. That was one of the most erotic things I"ve ever seen. I don"t know how to work the logistics of it, though."

"One more activity added to our list."

We enjoy our breakfast and make small talk. Max is so sexy, and I can"t take my eyes off him. He"s got this alpha thing going that is driving me crazy. We make it to the pool, and he makes my fantasy come true. It took us a few tries to get it right, but that"s what made it more fun. I don"t think I"ve ever laughed this hard or enjoyed myself more.

We"re relaxing in the pool when he tries to make serious conversation. I"ve been avoiding touching on serious topics because I don"t want to blurt out more lies than the ones I"ve already said. Besides, I"ve got a feeling that the more he knows about me, the more difficult it will be for me to walk away unscathed.

"What"s your ideal day? If you could have a perfect day, what would it be like?" Max asks.

"I"m living it right now. Or at least that"s what it feels like."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Mmhmm."

He crowds me against the wall of the pool.

"What if I could give you more of them?"

"Isn"t there a cliche about too much of a good thing…."

"Will you spend the night again with me?" He looks so intense when he asks that I catch my breath.

"Um, I could be persuaded. I think."

"Come on."

He grabs me by the hand and pulls me out of the swimming pool. He then wraps me in a large towel like a burrito and bids me to follow him, which I happily do. Once we"re in his bedroom, he pushes me toward the bathroom shower. It"s been a warm day so I"m glad when the cool water washes over my body.

Before I know it, he"s lathering me up with the shower gel and I just stand there and look at him. We"ve just met, but he treats me like a queen. I use the moment to take all of him in. A wall of solid muscle and perfection. His tats give him an edge that takes my breath away.

"Turn around, kitten."

I do what he says, because, right now, at this moment, he"s my everything. Then I feel his large hands washing my back and my legs. He does it in such a way that it feels like he"s trying to memorize every inch of my body. When he cleans my private parts, it doesn"t feel sexual, more like someone taking care of me.

"Do I get to reciprocate?" I ask him.

"No, I have plans for you." He answers gruffly.

He pulls me under the water to rinse the suds off, and then he turns off the shower. Another large towel envelops me, and its crisp, lemony scent surrounds me. I try to reach out and kiss him, but he"s too fast for me, and my kiss ends up on his cheek. A sliver of unease goes through me. He"s never once kissed me on the lips, and every time I try to kiss him, he offers me his cheek or avoids my mouth altogether.

I watch him as he dries himself and decide right then that I will stay for another night. I need as much of this man as I can possibly experience before I leave him forever. I drop my towel and get into the bed. I rest on my side and watch him watch me. His gaze is still full of fire and need, and it"s almost a warm caress on my body as he looks at every inch of me that is on display.

"Don"t look at me like that, kitten."

"Like what?"

"Like you want me to ride you hard and fast. You"re probably too sore for that."

"Maybe I don"t care. Maybe I"m feral and need to be tamed."

"That is something I can definitely do."

Why on earth am I baiting him like this? I am sore and I"ll probably be walking funny for the next week as it is. But I can"t help myself. He comes into the bed with me and rests on his side, facing me. He strokes my arm tenderly and brings my hand to his mouth, placing a warm, soft kiss on it. Then he places it on his hard cock, which is swollen and angry with need.

"This is what you to do me, kitten. I ache with needing you."

I move closer to him and drape my leg over his hip. His erection is teasing my opening, and I tremble with excitement.

"Then take me, Max."

He doesn"t hesitate and thrusts into my hot channel. My juices are overflowing, allowing him to slide easily inside me. When he"s completely sheathed in me, I swear it feels like he"s come home to me—like the world around me is perfect at. So I gasp when he pulls out. He rests his forehead against mine and then continues to slam into me in a punishing rhythm.

I think this man is going to ruin me for all men. No one else will ever be able to take me to these heights. I"m pretty sure of that, but right now, it doesn"t matter. Nothing really matters but this moment between us. Our breathing is ragged, and beads of sweat start appearing on his chest from all the exertion.

Grabbing onto him, I let myself go. The friction of our hot bodies is helping me get to that point where I just ignite and burst into flames. I can feel my orgasm building fast, and Max"s possessive hold on me helps it along. When the pleasure is almost too much to bear, I start convulsing around his cock, and I scream out his name.

He keeps thrusting, but it"s like a dam has been broken, and my pussy milking his cock makes him start pumping erratically until I feel the warm jets of his cum painting my womb. Max lies on his back and pulls me into his arms. He reaches for something on the nightstand, and I realize it"s a small towel when he gently separates my legs and starts cleaning me thoroughly.

When he is done, he takes hold of me again and kisses my forehead. I shiver and he covers me with the bedsheet. I"m not cold, not really. It"s just that all of this is very overwhelming. I don"t know what tomorrow will bring, but I"m a little bit terrified of it.

I"m pretty sure today is Sunday, but unlike yesterday, I wake up alone in bed. It"s ten in the morning. I don"t usually sleep this late, but Max"s stamina is up there with the gods. I might need to call in sick tomorrow. What a horrible first impression I will make. As it is, I think I"m going to have to place an ice pack between my legs to ease the soreness.

I try to listen to see if I can figure out where Max is in the house, and I realize there"s a bag at the end of the bed. I reach for it and find clothes, underwear, and even some fancy sandals. Are these for me? They have the tags on, so I know they"re new. I lean forward and see a note has fallen to the floor.

Shower and get dressed, we"re going on an adventure!

I grab the bag and hurry to the bathroom to do my man"s bidding. Whoa, girl, what"s this about "my man"? You"re a strong, independent woman. You don"t need a man. I sigh and realize that perhaps I don"t need a man, but I want this man. And that"s wrong to feel after only two days. I"ll need to say goodbye to him tonight and I don"t know if I"ll have the strength to do it.

After I shower and get dressed I go looking for Max. I hear his voice coming in from an office downstairs so I head in that direction. I gently knock on the door and stand where he can see me. He waves me over and ends his phone call. I walk over to where he"s sitting and stand between his legs. He looks amazing in a t-shirt and jeans, looking relaxed and happy.

"Thank you for the clothes," I say. "Where are we going today?"

"Oh, I thought we"d spend some time under the sun. Maybe go sailing?"

"Um… I"m not really friends with the sea."

"Just try it. You might enjoy it. Can you swim?"

"Yeah, it"s just…"

"What is it, kitten?" His fingers tease the waistband of my shorts.

"The sea is unpredictable."

"I"ll take care of you, baby. Don"t worry about a thing."

With that declaration, I guess I can go sailing as long as he"s by my side. I try and push some sad memories back down and hold his head against my chest when he kisses me between my breasts. He gets up and we leave the comfort of his McMansion. We drive around for a bit and get some brunch. The mimosas are scrumptious and what if my cholesterol levels go off the roof from eating more eggs and bacon again this morning?

When we reach the marina, my stomach starts to act up. I try to do some deep breathing exercises that the therapist gave me years ago, and that helps lower my unease. Thankfully, as soon as we"re on the deck of his boat, which is kind of a tiny yacht, he puts a safety vest on me, and my nerves ease quite a bit.

The afternoon goes by quickly, and I cherish each moment I spend with this remarkable man. Once we"re back on dry land, Max takes me to a steakhouse to eat—I told him I loved a good steak—and he wines and dines me. As the night starts closing in on us, my mood goes somber, but I still try to match Max"s enthusiasm.

Back at his house he starts talking dirty to me, which he now knows I love, and soon we"re on the bed delighting in each other"s kisses and caresses—never on the lips, though.

Late at night, when Max is in a deep sleep, I slip out of the house and call a cab. My heart is breaking, but if I spend one more minute with this man, my heart might belong to him completely.