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Chapter 19
Max’shand plowed through hishair oncemore. When he’d called Gigi,hehadn’tmeanttotell her tocome home. Hedidn’teven knowwhy he’d calledher in thefirstplace. Itmayhavebeen because theideaof her potentially being with another guywasdriving himinsane. He didn’teven knowif she was,butjustthethoughtof itwasmaking himcrazy.
Heacknowledged histhoughtprocesseswereprettyfucking skewed though.
Shedidn’tbelong tohim.
Shewasn’t hiswoman,butthedesiretomakeher hiswastoostrong toignore. Nowhehad tokill sometimebefore heactuallyhad togo towork.Hesupposed hecould justmakeup anotherexcuse and spend hisfreetimewithGigi instead.
Down the hall, Erin started grumbling,demanding hisattention. Hegothislittle girl up and changed her diaperthen wentbackintothekitchentoget her lunchorganized.Twentyminutes later,Gigisteppedthroughthedoor.
Heglanced at her, seeing her cheekswerealittleflushed. “Sorryfor callingyou backso soon,”hetold her,hisattentionon guiding a spoon intoErin’smouth.
Dropping hermessengerbag on thecouch,shesaid,“It’sfine. I’vegottherestoftheevening to studywhen little Misshasgonetobed.”Shesteppedintothekitchen,grabbinga bottleof water fromthefridge. “Whattimedo you havetobeatwork?”
This wasit. Either hecouldgothrough with hislie,orhecouldcreateanotherone. “Jeremywas abletocover itintheend.Hecalledmebackafter I gotoffthephonewith you. I feel bad for makingyoucome home now.”
Shetwistedoff thecapof her bottleand putittoher lips,taking ashallowsip. “It’sall right. We haveanotherdatesetfor tomorrow nightanyway…”Her wordstrailedoff and herealized itwas becauseshe’d seen thelook on hisface.Shehurriedon, “Onlyif that’sokay. I assumedyouweren’t workingtomorrowsinceitwasSunday.”
Heworkedhard tomake his expression blank.“Yeah,of course.”Hecleared his throat.“Sowhois your studypartner?”
“A guyfrommycourse.”
Heblinked,hisjawaching frombeing held tootightly. “Whereare youmeeting?”
Please,fucking god,letitnotbehere.
“Hesaid he’d pickmeup,butI can call himand tellhimnottoifyou’d prefer?”
Forcing a smileon hislips, hesaid,“No,that’sfine. I lookforwardto meetingtheguy.”
Gigi gavehiman unsteadysmileand replacedthecapon herbottle.“I’mjustgoing toget changed intosomething a little morecomfortable.”
Now,whythefuckdid she havetosaysomething likethat?Max’smind didn’tjustland in the gutter;itwasswimming through every deliciousdirtythought. Hewatched her walkaway,theslight swayinher hipsmaking hisdicktwitch. Fuck,womenweretorture. He’d learned thata long time agounderthesteadytuition of Chelsea. He’d resistedbeing changed byher,butMaxknewGigi was the onewoman hewouldwillinglygiveitallup for.
Hefinished feeding Erin,placing her down in theliving roomto playwhilehetidied up the kitchen. Hewasso damn frustrated sincethekissthat hehad tofind anoutletforthe frustration;otherwise he’d bein real dangerofbarging intoGigi’sroomand claiming her mind,bodyandsoul. Hestalked around the kitchen,banging doorsand slamming cupboardsuntil Gigi emergedoncemoredressed in those goddamnyogapantsand atighttee. Bloodflooded south, making his erection painful asitpushed againsthis pants.
Shelookedathimwarilyfor a moment,and hehadanawful thoughtthat maybeshe’d seen whathewassporting. Heglanced down,breathing asigh of relief when hesawtheisland benchwas providing theappropriatecover.
“I thoughtI’d takeErinfora walkinthepark,”shesaid. “If that’sokaywithyou?It’ll give you a chancetogetreadyforworkin peace.”
Nottrusting hisvoice,Max nodded. Hewatched her load his daughter intoherstroller and leave. Hestarted running thehotwater,filling up thesinktowash up a fewplatesand glasses. Whilehe scrubbed,hewilled hiscocktodeflate. NowthatGigiwasn’tintheroom,itseemed to beapretty easything to achieve. Hegroaned when justthinking hernamemade his erection surgebacktolife. Angrily,hefinishedthewashing up,spending more time than usual wiping down the benches.
And loading thedryer.
And rearranging thefridge.
Butitwasnogood.
Hecouldn’t gethismindoff Gigi.
“Fuck.” Hewalkeddown thehall tothebathroom,pulling hisshirtoverhishead and losing his pants. Hekickedthemintothecorner and started up theshower. Hiserectionwasstanding outin frontof hisbody,unashamedlydemanding thatitwastakencareof. Itdidn’tcarewhether itwas Max’shand orGigi’s—all itwasconcerned withwasgetting somerelief.
Hesteppedintothecubicle,and as soon asthehotwaterhithisover-heatedbodyand hisstraining cock,heletoutahiss.Planting onepalmon thetileinfrontof him,Maxtookhiscockinto hisother hand and began running italong itslength. In hismind’s eyehecouldseeitwasGigi’sdelicate hand rather than hisown,herslightwristtwisting when shereachedtheend of hismolten length.
Maxthrew hishead back,hismouth slightlyparted. Agroan bubbled itswayoutof histhroat, echoing around thebathroom.In hisimagination,Gigi had slowlylowered herselfdowntothe ground,kneeling in frontofhim,her lusciouslipsopenand her tonguewaiting forhimtouse. His hand moved fasterasherwarm, wet mouth encasedhimcompletely. Theheadof hiscocktouched thebackofher throat,causing her tochokeon himslightly. Theconstriction kicked thingsup anothereroticnotch. Hishipsstarted torockbackandforthoftheirown accord,his body completelyin syncwith hismind.
“Fuck,”hebarkedoutsuddenly. Hisorgasmhad caughthimbysurprise—something he’d not experienced since hewasin high schooland he’d justdiscovered how good getting hisdicksucked was. His palmkeptup thefreneticpaceashespilledall over thetilesin frontof himand allover his hand. When hisbreathinghad returned toasomewhatnormal pace,he managed tofinish his shower and cutthewater.
Hesuddenlyfeltvery,very dirtyfor jerking off tothethought ofGigi,butatleastthisway,his cockwasn’tgoingto bemaking a nuisanceof itselfwhen shewasaround. Snapping a towel fromthe rail,hewrapped itaroundhiswaistand ran anotheronethrough hishairand over hisbody. He scooped up hisdirtyclothesand dumpedthemintothehamper beforesteppingoutof thesteamy room. Hewalked afewstepstowardshisroom,coming toan abruptstop whenGigi cameoutof Erin’sroom,closing thedoor softlybehind her.
Hefelthisheart bounceintohisthroat. Howlong had shebeenback?Howlong had he been in theshower?Had sheheard whathe’d been doing in there?Hescannedher face,looking for anysignsthatsheknew.
“I thoughtyou wentfor awalk,”heblurted out.
“We did. Weweregoneforatleastforty-fiveminutes.”
Forty-fiveminutes?
“I’vejustputErin down for herlastnapoftheday.”Max’seyesdriftedover hershouldertolookattheclosed bedroomdoor. Whenhisgazesnapped backtoGigi,her eyeswereon hiships. Although it shouldn’thavebeen possible,hiscockreactedtotheattention.
Heturned hisbodyaway,moving to pushpasther togettohisbedroom beforehe madeabig fuckingmistake. Unfortunately,Gigi moved in thesame direction andbrushed pasthim, becoming stock-still. Her eyesbulged slightlyasshefeltwhathewasattemptingtohide under his towel.
“I’msorry,”shesaid,thewordstumbling fromhermouth. “I’llletyou getdressed.”Herfreckles began tostandoutasher faceslowlyturneda brightshade of red. Hisfingerstwitched, the urgetotakeherbythearmand pressheragainstthewall almost unbearable. Hecouldn’tfightitforverylong though. Whetheritwasthefreshmemory he’d conjured from hisshower,orwhetheritwasthefactthat therewaspotentiallyanotherguyon thescene,heforgotabouthaving tostayawayfromGigi. His strong fingerswrapped around her bicep. Shelooked up at himasa small gasp escaped hermouth.
With a smallmovementofhis wrist,shewasagainsthischest,her handscomingup toreston his shoulders. Herbreathing was erraticasshelooked intohiseyes. “Max?”she whispered.
“I takeitall back,” hepracticallygrowled.“Itwasn’tamistakekissing you. Themistakewas stopping.”
A small,strangledmoan brokefreefrom her throat.“Whatabout—”
Heshookhishead,backing her againstthewall. “Itdoesn’tmatter. Noneof itmatters. Ican’tlive in thesameapartmentasyou and nottouch you.”To provehispoint,hecaptured her mouthwith his,claiming her. Her sweetlipspartedashistonguestroked them,and heplunged inside. Gigi’s handsinched up hisshoulderstohisneck,her fingersinterlacing and anchoring her in place. He skimmed hisfingersdownher ribcage,hisfingertipsrippling overher ribsuntil hefixed hishandson her hips. Shepressed her breastsintohischest,and hecould feel her pebbled nipplesthrough the fabric of her shirt.
Max’shipsflexed,driving intoherlower belly. Hiserectionwasuncomfortablycontained behind thetowel,butGigi hadtobetheonetoremovethe barrier. If shewanted himasmuch ashedid her,she would havetoshowhim.Hetrailedhislipsdown herneck,histongue darting outtotasteher sun- kissed skin. Herheadfell backashekissed down tothehollowatthebaseofherthroat,histeeth gentlynipping atherskin.Ashismouthmoved south,her handsbecametangledin hishair,holding himclose.
Thescentof herflushed skin rose up tomeethimandheknewhehadto havea taste. Sliding his handsunder her shirt,heglided hisfingersup totheunderside ofher breasts,caressing them through thefabricof her bra. Shebreathedhisname,her backarching to bring her closerto him. Thatwasthe sign heneeded.Maxwentbacktothehemofherteeandpeeled itfromher body,dumping iton the ground besidethem. Her brasoonfollowed.
Hesteppedbacktolookat her,tofinallyseewhetherhis imagination had been accurate. Itwas. And then some.Gigimayhavebeen half Irish,butshe had theItalianoliveskin, which wasevenly tanned and sinfullysmooth. Her breastswereperfect,justtherightamounttocup in hishand.She sucked in a breathwhen hedid justthat,causing him tosmileather. Lowering his head,he began kissing her againwherehe’dstopped,languidly movingover her collarboneand down her chest.
Hergrip tightened in hishair when hismouth brushed againstonenipple. Herepeated theaction,thistimegetting a smallsqueak outofher. Shewassensitive,and perfectly receptiveto histouch. Heswiped histongueover thatsame nipplebeforedragging itinto hismouth.
“Max,”shesaid,her fingers opening and closing fitfully. “Ahhh,yes.”
Hesuckedather sensitiveflesh,running histonguearound thetightbud until hefeltherknees begin toshake. Beforehegavethesametreatmenttotheotherone,Maxgently blewon her nipple. Shewrithedagainstthewall. Bringing theother breast intohismouth,hesuckledatit,biting and flicking thetip ofhis tongueoverit. Shemade moreinarticulatenoisesatthebackof herthroat,her alreadytight grip tightening further.
Dropping tohisknees,Maxslid hisfingersaround thewaistof heryoga pants,gentlypulling the fabricawayfrom her skin.Helooked up ather,askinghersilentlyif heshould continue. Hewaited until shenodded.Tugging atthecotton,heremovedherpantsand herunderwear, exposing her completely. Shewasa feastfortheeyes,and hecouldn’thelp butlickhislips.
Gripping her behind theknee,helifted her leg,draping her slenderthigh overhisshoulder ashe positioned himself and hismouth over her sex. Herfingersdug into hisshouldersashistongue darted out,taking thefirstintoxicating tasteof her. Hegroaned softlyasherflavor hitallofhis senses. Shewasperfection.Shewashis.
Maxalternated between long,slowstrokes,quickflicks of his tongueand concentrated lapsof her clit. Gigi alternated between digging her fingernailsintohisshoulders,grasping his head and pulling his hair. Hehad toadmitthatheliked allofthem. Hebroughther tothe veryedgeoforgasm before backingoff,knowing howto drawoutthepleasure. Her bodywassoeasytoread,so responsiveto histouch.
“Max,please,”shewhimpered afterthethird deniedorgasm. He’dbeenwaiting for thosewords. Helikedtheideaofbeing in controlof herpleasure. Hehad tomakesurehewasa drug she’d becomeaddictedto. Hehad tomakesureshecouldn’twalkawayfromhim.
With a satisfied smirk,hefocused hisattentionon herclit,flicking thetip ofhistongueover the sensitiveflesh and bringing her in recordtime. Shecried outabovehim,throwing her hand over her mouth beforethesound could build anymore. Her wholebodyshuddered aspleasurewashed through her. When shedropped her hand,her harsh breathing wascompeting with his,her legsstill quaking everynowand again. Hestood up,weavingon his feeta little. Everything aboutGigiwas enthralling. Her skin glistened with sweat,rivuletsdribbling down between her breasts.Leaning down,heran histonguebetween thoseperfect mounds.
“Thatwas…amazing,”shewheezedout.
Maxcouldn’tagree more.Buttheywerefar from done. Taking herbythehand, heled her towardshis bedroom. Shefollowedwillingly,trippingover herfeeta little.With thedoor shut behind them,hewalked her backwardsuntil herdelectableasshittheedgeofthemattress.
“Lie down,Gigi,”heordered. Shedid ashesaid,inching her wayup tothepillowsatthe headof thebed. Hestood backandwatched,memorizing hercurves.With anyluck,thiswould notbethe lasttimehewould seethem; hewouldmakesureshecamebackformore. Her breastsheaved up and downwith her increased breathing,herskin flushed. Her green eyeswere on hisgroin,on his still covered rock-hardcock.Hebroughthishand tothe edge of the towel.
“You want metotakethisoff?”heasked. Hereyessnapped tohis,herteeth sinking intoher bottomlip. Shenodded. “Ican’thearyou,Gigi,”hesaid. “TellmewhatIwantto hear.”
“I want you totakethetowel off.”
Hesmirked.“Why?”
Sheblinked athim,seeminglysurprised bythequestion. Butthen sheraised herchin a fraction and boldlymethis eyes.“IwanttofinallylayeyesonwhatI’veonlyfeltupto now. I wanttosee whetherit’sanything likeIimagined itto be.”
“You’vethoughtabout melikethis?” heasked.
Shenodded herhead up and down deliberately. “Morethanonce.”
Fuck,heloved hearing that. Taking theendof thetowel between hisfingers,hepulled and let thefabricfall tohis feet. Gigi’s eyesbecameheavy-lidded asshelookedathim,herlittlepinktongue darting outof hermouthtomoisten her lips.
“Well?”heasked.
Shelooked himintheeyes. “Even betterthanI could haveimagined.”
Maxgrowled and crawledup thebed,covering herbodywith his. Hewas sodesperatefor her now. Ithad been toolong sincehe’d feltthis wayaboutanyone. Hedragged his fingersoverher skin,smilingwhen goosebumpsrosein hiswake.Hepalmed oneof her breasts,histhumb running overthenipplerepeatedlywhilehesuckedtheother into hismouth once more.Thesmall noisesshemadefor himmade himwanttobeathisfucking chestlikea goddamn caveman.
Releasing herbreast,heleaned overtothebedsidetable,pausing when hiseyeslanded onthe clock.
Thatcouldn’tberight.
“Max,iseverything okay?”Gigi asked,obviouslynoticing howhe had stilled.
Heshookhishead.“Fora secondthere,I thoughttheclocksaid itwasquartertofive.”
She tipped her head backand lookedattheclocktoo. “Itdoessayit’squarter tofive,”shesaid,looking backathim. Her eyeswidened. “You’regoing to belatefor work.”
“Fuck,”hecursed bitterly,pushing himself upright. Helooked down atthewoman he’d rather spend theeveningwith and knewwhatthey had started would havetowait.“I’msorry.I haveto go.”Hestood up and heldouthishand toher. “Believemewhen I sayI’d rather be here with you.”
Sheblushed deeply.“It’sokay,Max.Goand getready.”
Hekissed her hard before picking up his toweland throwing itin thecornerof theroom. Herifled through hiscupboardandwardrobe,dressing intheTemptation uniform. Whenheturned around, Gigi wasgone,thedoorleftslightlyajar.
“Fuck.”
Maxopened up hisdoor alltheway,hearing her doorclickclosedatthesametime. Hewanted to gobackin thereand finishwhathe’dstarted,but knewthatwasimpossible. If he expectedhis staff togetthereon time,hehad tolead byexample. Striding pastherdoor,hegrabbed hiskeysand phone.He brought up Jeremy’snumberon hisphone.
“What’sup,boss?”Jeremyanswered.
“I’mrunning late,”hebitout. “Erinwasn’tsettling.”
“Noproblems. Ithoughtthenannywould havehelped outwith Erin.”
Heground histeeth.“Shewasout,”helied. “Look,I’mgoing to bethereinfifteen,and I’m going togothrough therearentrance.”
Jeremylaughed.“Don’twantto beseen coming in late,huh?I don’tblame you.Youworked hard toputthefearof god intothestaff. I wouldn’twanttosee you loseyouredge.”
Maxgrowled intothe phone. “Justmakesureeveryoneiswherethey’resupposed tobeand working hard.”
“You gotit,boss,”Jeremyreplied seriously.
Hehung up,pocketing hisphonefor amomentbeforepulling it outonce more.Hefound Sam’s number and hitdial.
“Max,” his bestfriend said,tworingsin. “How’sNYCtreating you?”
“Good,Sam. Howareyou? SorryIhaven’tcalled you in a while. Iwasbusygetting settled in.”
“Don’tsweatit. I’m good.Workisthesame.Lifeisthesame,exceptthatI don’t gettohangout with you anymore.”
“I’vebarelybeen gonea week.Youtrying tomakemefeel guilty?”
His bestfriend laughed. “Isitworking?”
“I won’tbeherethatlong.I’msureEvangeline’slooking for replacements.”
“So,what’shappening withyou?How’stheclub?”
Maxpaused attheedgeofthesidewalktocheckfortrafficbeforestepping out.“Likeclockwork. I’monmywaytherenowactually.”
“And you thoughtyou’d justcallmefora chat?That’ssweet.”
“Fuckyou,”heshotback,grinning. “I need someadvice,man.”
“Shoot.”
“I’vemetsomeone here.”
“I fucking knewitwouldn’ttake you long,”Sammuttered,and Maxcould justpicturethe guy shaking hishead.
Heran a hand through hishair. “She’sthegirl I hired tobeErin’snanny.”
“Nice,”Sam said,drawingouttheword. “What’sher name?”
“Gigi.”
“Soundsexotic.Whatdoesshelooklike?”
Maxgavehimthedetails,and Samwhistled through histeeth. “Shesoundsfucking hot,and nothing likeChelsea.”
“Yeah.That’stheappeal,Ithink.”
“Knowing you,you’ve already sealed thedeal.”
Max’sbrain burped up theimageof himpressing heragainstthewall and eatingher out. His cock stirred even fromthatbriefmemory.“Almost…butshe’sdifferent. Idon’twanttojustfuckher and leave her.”
Therewassilenceon theotherend for amoment.“Areyou goingtotell heraboutChelsea?”
Hebristled atthesound ofhis wife’sname. “I’vetoldGigi thatI’mawidower.”
“Cold,”Samreplied.
“Hey,that bitch leftme. She’sdeadto mein everyothersenseotherthan she’snotsixfeet under.”
“Yeah,butChelsea isaliveand kicking. What happenswhen shecomescrawlingback,begging youtogive her asecond chance?”
Maxbarked a harsh laugh. “That’snotgoingtohappen.”
“Max…”Samhesitated fora momentmaking Max’sstomach tighten.
“You’vespokento her,haven’tyou?”
Sam’ssighedheavily.“Shecalledmeyesterdayasking whereyou were.”
“You didn’ttell her,didyou?”
“Fuckno.You’remyboy. I’d neverbetrayyou likethat,but…”
Oh,fuck. “But,what?”hebit out.
“Shesaid she’d been tryingtogetincontactwithyourmom,too.”
Thatbroughthimup short.Max had ground toahaltin themiddleof thesidewalk,forcing peopleto movearound himlikehewasa stoneina stream. Hehadmorethan afewcursesthrown his away,buthe didn’tgivea shit. Hismomwouldmorethan likelybescreening Chelsea’scalls while shewasstill atthe hospitalwith hisdad,buteventuallyshewould cavein and answeroneofthem. HealsoknewChelseawould playthemommycard and beg his mother totell herwhere heand Erin were.
Hegot his feetbackwith theprogram,movingonein frontof theother until hefound himself standing atthe backentranceof theclub.
“Max?Youstill there?”
“Yeah,”hecroaked. “I’vegottogo. I’lltalkto you later.”
“Takeiteasy,man.”
Thecall disconnected, leaving Maxcold all over.
