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Chloe

“Maxwell, what on earth has gotten into you?”

He has me by the hand, pulling me through the lobby of the hotel at an alarming speed considering the heels I am wearing tonight. He turns to look at me and only then realizes what the issue is.

“I am sorry, I didn’t consider your shoes.” He slows down enough that I can catch up to him, then scoops me up and carries the rest of the way.

“If you didn’t want an audience, I don’t think this is the right way to handle things.”

“I don’t give a damn about anyone else but you.”

Damn. That might be the sexiest thing I have ever heard a guy say.

“Honestly, Maxwell,” I say, giggling too much to sound serious.

He reaches the lifts and presses the call button with me still in his arms. I have got to hand it to him. He hasn’t even broken a sweat.

One of the lifts dings, and when the doors open, he carefully maneuvers us inside.

He balances me carefully as he pulls a room key out of his pocket and swipes it across the sensor to allow access to the top floor.

When the doors close again, we are all alone together.

He levels me with a stare that is both serious and steaming hot all at once.

I have never seen a man look more attractive than he does right now.

“It is Max,” he grunts out before giving me a fiery kiss to drive his point home. He pulls away just as the lift arrives at the penthouse. “I am done sharing you with everyone else. I want you all to myself.”

He steps out of the lift with me still in his arms and gently lowers my feet down to the floor. I almost pout when he releases me and walks toward the well-stocked bar across the room .

He starts pulling out bottles to make drinks with his brow furrowed, clearly deep in thought. When he is done, he lifts up two cut glass tumblers.

“Shall we sit?”

I still don’t know what the hell is going on, but I am willing to give Max the time he needs to share whatever it is he is working up to. So I nod and meet him in one of the sitting areas, taking a seat on one of two dark green velvet chairs with a pedestal accent table in between.

Max immediately walks to the bar and grabs one of the bottles, pouring its contents into two glasses and adding a few more ingredients that I can’t quite make out.

He walks over to me, his eyes connecting with mine and wordlessly offering me one of the glasses which I readily accept.

I have no idea what he is about to say right now, but whatever it is, he clearly thinks I could use a drink to take the edge off. I almost don’t even want to know.

We tap our glasses together and each take a sip. I savor the taste of whiskey and cherries from the old fashioned, enjoying the slight burn down my throat almost as much as the flavor.

“That is delicious,” I say as I set my glass down on the table.

“Thank you,” he says, keeping his glass in his hand.

I can see that he is nervous about something from the way he rubs his thumb back and forth across the glass. He stares down into his drink a few moments before looking back up at me and clearing his throat.

“You asked me if I meant what I said when I was talking to the photographers. I did, but I should have talked to you before I spoke. The truth is that you have owned me since the moment you walked into my room at Sanctuary Springs. But it scared me. Since my parents passed away, I have always managed to get by on my own or with a little help from my friends. Women came into my life often, but I didn’t want a single one of them to stay.

It sounds terrible to say it aloud, but they were expendable.

I certainly never met one I couldn’t live without.

“Before my accident, I thought I was happy. I was at the top of my career leading an international company that has far exceeded the growth that anyone thought possible, turning me into one of the richest men in the world. Any man would be happy to be in my place.

“But then you walked into my room after the helicopter accident with your proper accent and a sweetness that nothing, not even my surliest attitude, could hinder. I have never met anyone quite like you, and I am certain that if I searched for the rest of my life, no one would ever come close. I tried pushing you away, but I hated every minute of it. I didn’t deserve your forgiveness, and yet, you gave it.

I am in no way worthy of your love, and yet, I am so desperately in love with you that I pray one day you can learn to love me back. ”

Did he really just say he loves me?

My mind goes blank as I struggle to absorb everything he just said.

While I admit that I have been feeling the same way, to hear it come from him first is frankly shocking.

“You do?” I say, feeling stupid as soon as the words leave my mouth.

His eyes search my face as he takes a tentative step closer to me. “How could I not?”

“I just . . . I—I love you, too,” I say finally, feeling a sense of freedom at finally saying it out loud.

“Really?” he asks, his voice nearly a whisper as a smile slowly spreads across his face.

I nod as a huge smile overtakes my face as well. If anyone could see us right now, they would probably think we were a pair of lunatics. Thankfully, we are well isolated in the confines of this extravagant penthouse suite, blissfully alone.

“Say it again,” he whispers, just before we kiss.

“I love you,” I say more confidently against his lips.

He sighs before kissing me again. “Oh, Chloe, I love you, too. So fucking much.”

“Max,” I whisper, his name coming out as a plea.

“I want you so badly right now,” he says, pulling me back in for another scorching kiss .

“Please,” I respond, moaning as one of his hands tangles in my hair. I don’t even care that he is messing it up.

His other hand moves to my back and lowers the zipper on my dress, loosening the tight bodice.

When he slides the delicate straps down my shoulders, the dress drops to the floor and pools in a glistening golden heap around my feet.

I look down and giggle, stepping out of the material and sliding it away gently.

A chill of excitement runs down my entire body as I stand before him in nothing but a black lacy thong. My nipples are hard and sensitive, aching for his touch. I see the ravenous look on Max’s face before he is on me once again, pulling me back into his arms.

I immediately start to unbutton his shirt, eager to free him from his clothing as well.

As he takes off his shirt, I unclasp his belt, unbutton his pants, and push them to the ground.

His boxer briefs leave little to the imagination with his erection straining against the fabric, practically begging me to release it.

Lucky for him, I want the same thing.

I kneel on the floor in front of him and reach for his waistband, pulling his underwear down his thighs until his manhood is revealed.

I look up and make direct eye contact with him, licking my lips seductively as I take him in my hand and start to stroke.

When his eyes roll into the back of his head, the sense of power I feel knowing that I have this kind of effect on one of the wealthiest men in the world is extraordinary .

The fact that he loves me, a nobody from nowhere, is crazy to me. But I believe him. He has done more than enough to show me just how precious I am to him.

I lean forward and open my mouth wide to fit his thick head between my lips.

I continue to stroke him with my hand as I work my mouth down his impressive length until he hits the back of my throat.

It makes me gag slightly, but I keep him held in my mouth as I rub my tongue against the underside of his shaft.

“Fuck, Chloe,” he groans, reaching out to tangle his fingers in my hair once more, holding tightly as I bob my head up and down on him.

I make a show of the wet sloppy sounds, moaning erotically as I give him the most enthusiastic blowjob of my life.

When he loosens his grip and steps back to pull himself out of my mouth, I look up at him with a pouty lower lip.

“Hey!” I protest.

“As much as I love fucking your mouth, I want to feel that magnificent pussy of yours even more.”

The gravelly tone of his voice sends chills throughout my body. I have never felt more desirable than I do when Max looks at me. He makes me feel like I am a goddess.

Without warning, he reaches down and picks me up from the floor, carrying me into the bedroom where he unceremoniously deposits me on the enormous bed .

I don’t even have time to get my bearings before he climbs up between my legs and hovers over me with a ravenous look on his face.

“My turn.” It sounds like a threat, but I am well aware of just how safe I am in his arms.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I answer cheekily.

Max’s eyes glitter in the dim room. I am surprised again when he grabs a hold of my hips and twists me onto my stomach then pulls me up on all fours. I start to giggle, but my breath is stolen from my lungs by the sharp sting of a slap on my ass.

“Max!” I gasp, both scandalized and turned on.

“You like that, baby?” he asks, his voice a full octave lower than usual. I think I could probably get off on his voice alone if I really tried.

Fortunately, I don’t have to.

“Max,” I plead. I don’t know what I am begging for, but I am so desperate I would be willing to sell my soul to him to get whatever he is offering.

His hands run up the back of my thighs until his palms are cupping the curve of my ass. “Don’t you worry. I am going to take good care of you.”

We have only spent one night together, but I am confident that he is going to make good on his promise.

“Say it one more time,” he commands.

I don’t need him to explain. “I love you. ”

As soon as I say the words, he spanks my ass harder and then inserts two fingers into my dripping wet pussy.

“Ah,” I cry out, welcoming the union of pain and pleasure.

Max works his fingers inside me, pushing in deep and pulling out again before adding a third finger already slick with my juices. The feeling of fullness is almost enough to make me come right then, but at the last second, he pulls his fingers out leaving me empty and bereft.

I groan in frustration as he shifts behind me.

“You will have to forgive me. I am far too greedy to not be inside you when you orgasm.”

I whimper in response, too far gone to form words.

I feel Max’s hands on my back, that soothing feeling of his fingers gliding up and down my body, both calming me and stoking the fire that is burning inside of me.

This is what he does to me. I am reduced to my baser instincts, solely focused on chasing the climax I know he is going to deliver.

Max spanks my ass a third time and pushes his dick inside me as deep as he can go.

“Max!” I scream out, arching my spine and throwing my head back as the feeling of him slowly easing out takes over, obliterating everything else.

“Damn it, Chloe,” he says through gritted teeth. “You feel unbelievable. ”

He spanks my ass as he pushes back into me, but this time, I push back against him, making his thrust even stronger.

“Mmmm, you like that, don’t you, baby?”

“Yessssss,” I hiss as he pounds into me, my ass smacking against his body with every thrust.

He pulls out suddenly, rolling me onto my side and lifting my leg into the air. The new angle nearly sets me off as he fills me again. I try my best to hang on, relishing the way he feels moving inside of me.

“Fuck, baby, you are so damn hot,” he says, and I can tell from the tone in his voice that he is starting to lose that careful control of his.

I push back against him again, tightening my core muscles as I reach my own limit.

“I love you,” I shout as my orgasm finally takes over.

“Fuck, Chloe,” he says, his voice strained. “I love you, too. So. Fucking. Much.” The last few words are in rhythm with his final thrusts as he spills himself inside me.

“That was amazing. You,” he says, kissing my back gently as he still leans over me. “Are amazing. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, I liked it. That was sensational.”

“Good. I don’t want to hurt you. In fact, I plan on never hurting you again.”

He gently pulls himself out of me and rolls me over onto my side. I start to turn to him, but he is out of the bed before I can stop him. A few moments later, he is back with a warm washcloth that he uses to clean us both before he climbs back into bed with me.

I sigh contentedly as I cuddle against his side, my head resting on his chest with one arm wrapped around him as he holds me.

His thumb rhythmically strokes up and down my back, causing me to curl into him even deeper. His hands on my bare skin feels so good and soothes the ache I felt for him while we were apart.

I attempt to return to our conversation from earlier, but when I open my mouth, a large yawn escapes.

“Sleep, my darling.”