I pursed my lips together in amusement and kicked them off. “Any other suggestions, Sir?”
His gaze was heavy, pressing me farther down into the mattress. I could tell by the look on his face that he was thinking, assessing. “Yeah. Toss me your apron.”
“What if I don’t wanna?” I asked coyly.
“Oh, you wanna,” he said with a growl.
I almost didn’t want to comply, just to see what he’d do. Lucky for him, I was already so worked up that I sat upright, forgoing any thoughts of being cheeky. I licked my lips and his hand instantly went to the bulge in his pants.
I tossed all of my hair to one shoulder and reached back slowly behind my neck, my eyes never leaving his, and untied the ribbon at the neck. The strings came loose and the front dropped forward slowly, leaving my bra on full display. I cupped my breasts in my hands and pressed them together. “They just needed a little . . . readjusting,” I said, winking.
I pressed my chest out and undid the ribbon behind my back and then tossed the apron to the gorgeous man watching me. I leaned back against the pillows, my arms extended over my head casually. “Anything else?”
A slow, seductive smile spread across his features. He laid the apron on the bed and tore off his shirt before removing his boots and jeans. He grabbed the apron and walked to the edge of the bed beside me, a man on a mission; I feigned boredom.
“What ‘cha got, Quinn? I’m getting a little bored over here.”
“Ah, sweetheart. Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours about that,” he chuckled deviously. He climbed on the bed, wearing only a pair of dark green boxer briefs, and straddled me. The scent of him was heady, all musky and male. I moved my hands to run them down his abs when he caught them.
Before I knew what was happening, my hands were tied to the bedpost with my apron. Tightly. When Max settled on top of me again, I noticed the glimmer in his eye.
“You and I are going to have a little discussion, darlin,’” he said, pushing my bra up until it was sitting on top of my breasts. He leaned down and licked a nipple tenderly, softly, before biting down. I squirmed beneath him and moaned as he rolled off to the side.
He drew a finger slowly, teasing me, down my midsection, past my navel, until he landed at the edge of my panties.
“What do you want to discuss? I’m not thinking clearly,” I whimpered, trying to move my body so his hand would land right where I wanted it.
He ran his fingertip beneath the edge of the lace, only making me wetter. “I think you’re going to think very clearly. I think, as a matter of fact, we are going to get to the bottom of a thing or two.”
“And why do I need to be restrained by my apron?” I asked. I began to pant as his fingers worked their way towards my slit. There was no way I could be rational, not like this.
“To remember who is in charge.”
“Fuck you, Max. You know I’m—” I took in a sharp breath as he stuck a finger inside me abruptly. “Ah,” I breathed out.
“You were saying?” he chuckled.
“I don’t know. Do that again.”
He tsk’d me, removing his fingers from my body altogether.
“What are you doing?” I cried, struggling against the ties. “You aren’t playing fair!”
“What do you want, Kari?”
“I want your cock, that’s what I want.” I watched him cringe at the crudeness I knew he hated. “What? You don’t like when I talk like that? I know a way to shut me up.”
He shot me a look. He stood slowly, his eyebrows pressed together in frustration, and removed his boxers. I opened my mouth, but he rolled his eyes, telling me he knew what I was going to say.
“Yes, I have a condom,” he muttered. He reached over me to the bedside table, letting his body press against mine just hard enough to make me moan, before retracting. He opened a packet and rolled it onto his length, ignoring me the whole time.
“If you don’t do something soon, I’ll take care of myself.”
He laughed loudly. “How ya going to do that, sweetheart? I can leave you there all night and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“Damn you,” I said, trying to work my hands out of the knot.
He slowly worked my panties down my legs and I knew the lack of speed was just to torment me. I kicked them off to the side.
He grinned cockily and positioned himself over me. Just when I started to protest the lack of contact, he slammed himself into me roughly three times.
I tried to shout, but my breath was stolen, my voice just a trembling exhale. I wasn’t sure what happened to the conversation, but I didn’t care. This was exactly what I wanted.
Just as we were finding a rhythm, he pulled out and held himself over me on his forearms. “Do I have your attention now?”
“You can have whatever you want now,” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“So tell me,” he said, cocking his head to the side, his eyes peering into mine, “who were you having coffee with after work?”
“What?”