Page 168 of Fall Before Her Throne

He kissed my neck. “I’m resourceful and intelligent and irrevocably in love with you. There are no limits to what I’m able to accomplish.”

“This is…too much, Max.”

“There is no such fucking thing,” he responded as he lifted it from the box. “Let me help you put it on.”

His touch was light as he clasped it around my wrist. I shifted it, watching as the diamonds danced in the light. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He rested his chin on my shoulder. “I’ll buy you necklaces, bracelets, earrings—whatever you want.”

I blinked back the emotion in my eyes. My voice was a whisper. “You’re going to make me cry.”

“Well, that is no good,” he said quietly. His hands pulled at the dress fabric. “I’ve made you cry enough as it is. How about I get on my knees to make it up to you, instead?”

My hands covered his, and my eyes fluttered closed when he nipped the sensitive skin of my collarbone. “Do we have time?”

“There’s always time for you,” he murmured. “I’m sure the other guys would agree.”

My core clenched as his breath tickled my neck, and I tried to come up with any reason to hurry this up and get downstairs so we wouldn’t be late…but I had nothing.

I was in a fucking beautiful dress with a bracelet that cost a fucking fortune, I had my weapons on my thigh, I felt powerful and aroused, and I wanted to be fucked. Simple as that.

“Kneel, then.” I was going to fuck up Obi’s timeline, and I was sure I’d face the consequences of that later, but I didn’t care.

Neither, it seemed, did Max. He pulled my head to the side and fused my lips to his in a passionate kiss. He only broke it so he could push me back on the bed. When he drew my skirt up, he sucked in a breath.

“You’re not wearing any underwear.”

“It messed with the lines of the dress.” My eyes were fixed on the way a little bit of his hair hung over his eyes. When I was younger, I’d so often dreamed of pushing it out of his face. On their own accord, my fingers ran through his hair. I tugged, and he groaned.

“I can’t wait to make you scream,” he said, dipping his head so he could seal his mouth against my pussy.

My moan was strangled when it tore from my throat. My thighs tightened around his head and my fingers tangled in his hair even tighter.

“Fuck my face, anima mia.” His tongue circled my clit while his palms gripped my thighs to hold me in place.

Shit, this was going to fuck up my hair, and I’d have to re-do it, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was Max’s mouth, coiling every nerve in my body tighter and tighter. I ground my pussy against his face, chasing the building waves. My hips had a mind of their own, and they were desperate for more.

“Max,” I whined. “Please.”

He lifted his head. “Please, what?”

“Please, make me come,” I begged.

His smirk sent waves of heat rippling through me. This time, when his tongue dragged through me, he added two fingers and spread them. I gasped, tilting my head back. My eyes screwed shut. I was right there. So close.

“What do we have here?”

My eyes flared open, landing on Obi standing at the door just as the orgasm crashed through me. I kept my eyes locked on him as the pleasure shredded me from the inside out. When the waves stopped, Max lifted his head.

“Couldn’t help myself,” he said with a grin.

Obi crossed his arms over his chest. “You were supposed to be downstairs ten minutes ago.”

I giggled. “Sorry.”

His jaw worked, but my eyes dipped low to his trousers. The evidence of his interest was clear. I held out my hand. “We have time, don’t we, Obi?”

Obi rolled his eyes, but he walked over anyway. I knew he couldn’t resist. He put one knee on the bed and leaned over to plaster his lips to mine in a claiming kiss. His tongue was dominant, his groan deep. “You look breathtaking, especially with this dress above your hips and your pussy bare and soaked.”