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“If a clock talks, that would be just as scary.” She closes the space between us as her voice carries, echoing down the chamber. “I know this is your house and I should have nothing to worry about, but holy shit, Max, I am almost certain there are ghosts down here. What did your dad use this for?” Her body shivers.
“You were already aware he was a philanthropist, right?” Even though he wasn’t a great father, he was a great man. She nods her head. “He helped hide battered women and their families until the organization could give them new identities and a new life, away from their abuser. This is where they would stay temporarily.”
“Wow.” Her expression lightens. “That’s amazing, Max.” Her lips twist in thought. “Is that why you help fund the women’s shelter?”
In Hawaii, I told her about all my other endeavors, including the women’s shelter. I nod. “He left all his money to me and since helping women was important to him, I wanted to keep that spirit alive. Obviously, I didn’t want to continue hiding people in my house,” I smile inwardly at the thought because it’s happened a few times as we’ve had to hide dignitaries when working a government contract. But it’s not regularly. “So, that was the next best thing.”
“You two are a lot alike. The innate need to help people runs deep in your blood.”
“I used to fight it. Last thing I wanted was to be like him. Until he died, and I learned everything about the man. My view of him transformed into more of a role model, a man I strived to be.”
“He’d be proud of you. You’re so much more than him, though. You don’t push aside your feelings for fear of what you’ll look like in the business world. Your compassion for Lulu is proof of that. And she’s not even yours.”
“You couldn’t be more wrong,” I say, rubbing my thumb on her back. “I’m just like him. I never wanted to get married, especially didn’t want kids. In my head, having a family wasn’t worth the risk in my business. They’re a liability.”
Sydney tilts her head back, twisting her lips, as she mulls over my words in her mind. “Hmm. Not sure how this makes me feel.”
“That was all before you. Now, the reward is worth the risk. And there is still a risk. But what I’ve learned in the last few months is there are risks everywhere. Even in your job.”
She nods. “That there is.”
“After meeting you, I started wondering if my dad had just never met the right woman. My mom was a faceless woman, who got pregnant. The foreign feelings I had after kissing you once, was a mind fuck. One kiss was all it took. Your taste was like pure dopamine and the chemical reaction fucked with my head.”
“And you fought it.”
“I did.” I close my eyes, remembering how angry it made me to watch her with someone else. Let alone one of my best friends. I blow out a harsh breath, not wanting to go down that memory lane again. “If my dad had met someone that triggered this much of a reaction as you did to me, he would have chosen love too.”
“I’m happy you chose love.” She plants her lips on mine. When she pulls back, I groan, demanding more. “Okay, I’m ready to see the basement.”
“Of course you are,” I say sarcastically, adjusting my snug pants. She bites her lip like she’s sorry, but that sweet look is nothing more than a front. She loves that she controls me, even though I try my hardest to prove otherwise. Rather than try to prove it now, I think about where we’re going.
And the perfect spot where I’ll strip her down and show her how much her control affects me.
I unlock the door at the end of the tunnel and her eyes roam around the gathering room. “This furniture doesn’t look like eighties stuff.”
“It’s not. When I moved in, I updated everything, even down here. Just in case I ever needed it.” I pull out a chair at the end of the long conference table, watching her peek into each room. Every room is the same with two double beds and a small table with two chairs. Similar to a hotel room. The restrooms and kitchen area are out here.
“Are you done looking?” I ask when she takes the whole tour.
“Yep. It’s so cool. Definitely, not the dungeon I was thinking. Maybe, you should’ve updated the scary stairway.”
I chuckle, shaking my head. I love that hallway. The mystery of it has always intrigued me, but I’m not about to argue that right now. I have other things on my mind. “Maybe, you should bring your sweet ass over here.” I pat my legs and wag my brows.
Desire flickers to life in her eyes as she walks over. “Yes, sir,” she purrs, swinging her leg over mine, straddling me. My fingers dig into her thighs as my thumbs graze her clit through her leggings. Her body shudders and her eyes roll back as she melts against me.
“Take your shirt off,” I command. She toys with the hem of her shirt for a couple beats and I lift a brow. I won’t mind putting my handprint on her ass. She scrunches her cute button nose but lifts her shirt over her head. A black lace bra covers her beautiful tits. She throws her shirt on the ground and then goes to pull mine off. Sitting forward for easier access, I raise my hands so she can take it off. Her fingers tickle my torso as she unbuttons my jeans. She laughs when I suck in my stomach.
“Is Max Shaw ticklish?”
I grab her hand, inching to my stomach. “You won’t find out right now,” I say, bringing her hand to my hard cock. She grips it through my jeans, pressing her palm up the length of it until her fingers brush against the head at the top of my underwear. Impatience strikes, so I stand, putting her on her feet while I pull my pants and underwear down. She follows suit, taking off the rest of her clothes. She looks at me and I love that she waits for my direction. It fucking makes me crazy with desire.
Sitting back down on the cushioned chair, I stare up at her perfect petite body, holding my hand out. She slips her candy apple red fingernails into it and I guide her back on top of me. “Country girl, I want you to ride my dick like you have eight seconds to hold on.”
“Is that all it’ll take?” she purrs.
“Fuck, I hope not.”
When she slides down my cock, swallowing it with her wet pussy, I lean back and groan, the burning need for her enveloping me to the point of obsession. She rides me, slamming down and moaning with pleasure each time. I don’t dare move knowing the second I do, I’ll come. Hard.
