Page 21 of Covet (The Red #3)

Chapter Twenty-One

Gabby

Listen to Urgent

by Foreigner

M y skin prickled with excitement as I made my way to the bathroom.

I hadn’t planned this. Sure, I’d hoped Max may like a bit of the chase, so I mentioned where I went to work out and that I’d be there today.

Seeing him with the guys, staking me out, caused an odd stumble in my heartbeat.

Which was weird, because I’d already outlined the rules.

I’d spent time studying him and what made him tick.

I created the perfect set up, intending to have fun, break down his barriers, and show him what he really needed.

A woman who dominated in bed. A woman who wasn’t possessive, understanding the more room Max had to explore, the less he needed. A woman who wasn’t afraid of his shadows.

But lately? Our interactions were becoming more than physical.

I’d enjoyed working out with Max. He was creative, intense, and fun.

His goal of opening a gym went beyond needing an ego boost, or just a good place to spend his money.

It may have started that way, but I caught the passion in his voice and gaze.

His ideas were solid and outside the box.

After launching my own business, I loved meeting with other entrepreneurs, to brainstorm and share info, whatever the field.

Red was still my playground and great money, but The Drip was my obsession.

Over the past week, Max asked a lot of questions about The Drip.

He didn’t seem bored, even though it was fashion geared for women, and even asked for feedback on customer service, how the app worked, and my marketing methods.

I had no idea he could be a great listener or even genuine.

Each layer that I peeled back, I discovered more surprises.

I stopped outside the door and glanced around. I’d picked it because the daycare and pool were closed, so no families needed the restroom. It was also tucked back down a quiet hallway so no one would seek us out.

The best part? The way those hungry blue eyes sparked to life when I gave my order.

The way Max responded to me satisfied a deep longing I hadn’t realized I owned.

I loved being in charge, and not many men liked to be in the submissive role.

I didn’t need to be some BDSM madame. I simply enjoyed exploring.

I tapped on the door three times.

It swung open.

I stepped inside and shut it. Clicked the lock.

Max stood before me, a wary expression on his face.

Yeah, he enjoyed not knowing what was happening next.

I swept my gaze over his body, deliberately allowing my lust to show, licking my lips as I noted his hard dick bulging in his pants.

My mouth watered to touch him, taste him, make him come hard while screaming my name.

Sweat dampened his skin and plastered strands of golden hair to his forehead.

The scent of him rose to my nostrils, an earthy mix all male. I was greedy for more.

The sexual tension exploded between us. I wondered if he’d try to make a move, but he simply stared back at me, not speaking. The way he waited for me to speak first made my nipples tighten and my stomach flutter.

My voice came out hoarse. “Face the wall, hands up. Palms flat. Legs spread.”

A ghost of a smile touched his lips. “Am I under arrest?”

“No talking unless I ask a question.”

I wondered if he’d walk out. Or get mad.

Or try to grab me. I expected it, but he shocked me by turning his back, raising his arms, and obeying my command.

His ass looked tight and defined under the stretch of fabric.

His muscles were lean and not overly bulging.

Broad shoulders and a defined back flexed under his t-shirt, damp from sweat.

My panties grew wet. I never realized how much I got turned on every time Max did what I asked. It was getting addicting.

The bathroom was large enough for two people. Black and white tiled floors and walls. Just a bit dirty to add to the scene.

I stepped behind him and pressed my breasts to his back.

Dragged my tight nipples back and forth while my hands began stroking him.

I started at the top of his head, ruffling his thick hair, coasted down his neck to squeeze his shoulders and run down his biceps.

I took my time and enjoyed every second of touching him, relishing the crispness of body hair, warm skin, and sinewy muscle.

“I love touching you. Love knowing you could pick me up, pin me against the wall, and wreck me whenever you want. Love that you can let go of all that control and let me lead.”

Max shuddered. “You gotta give me something, baby. I’m dying here.”

“I know,” I crooned. His body tightened as I kept exploring, arching toward my hands in an unconscious move for more.

I dipped my head, biting the side of his neck; the curve of his shoulder.

Slipping my arms around his waist, I deftly unbuckled his pants and slid the zipper down.

His tight abs were like heaven but I had a goal.

I pushed the fabric over his hips and his dick strained against the boundaries of his briefs.

My fingers teased him through the fabric, rubbing my thumb up and down his length.

His hips bucked. I rained gentle kisses over his nape, licking the salt from his skin while my hands worked him to his limit.

“Fuck,” he grit out, clenching his fists against the wall. “I need to?—”

“Lick my palms,” I ordered.

He attacked my fingers with his tongue and teeth, getting them wet.

With one fast motion, I shoved both hands down his underwear and cupped him.

A litany of curses spilled from his lips along with my name.

I whispered in his ear, nibbling at his lobe, while I grasped him hard and squeezed, sliding up and down his cock.

I knew most men liked it rough so I didn’t hold back.

He was big, and thick, and I couldn’t get enough of him.

“I couldn’t wait to touch your sweet cock,” I murmured. “It’s so big and hard. I want to suck it, lick it. I want you to fuck me with it over and over again?—”

“Yessss,” he groaned, jerking against me.

His balls tightened, and I ran my fingernails over the sensitive flesh. I felt him reach the edge and held him there, while my clit throbbed for pressure. Just the slightest brush would set me off. The way Max responded to me made me feel like a fucking queen.

“Ask me to come, Max. Ask if your hard cock can spill your come all over my hands. Ask nicely.”

There was no hesitation as he struggled under my furious strokes, my thumb swiping over the weeping slit.

“Gabby, please! Please let me come, baby, I want it so bad…”

“Come now.”

He exploded all over me and I worked him through the orgasm, slowly easing my grip as he became more sensitive.

Head thrown back, my name echoing in the air, I enjoyed every sweet second of his release, even though I was burning alive from the inside out.

Watching Max gain satisfaction under my ministrations filled me up, satisfying me more than any orgasm could.

It was a moment of revelation for me I knew I’d need to examine later.

Finally, he slumped over, completely spent. I tucked him gently back inside his underwear, refusing to clean him. Knelt to grab his pants and pull them over his hips. Zipped and buckled him. Smoothed his t-shirt. Then hugged him hard from behind.

His voice came out a bit ragged. “I want to?—”

“Not now. I can wait. I wanted to give this to you.” I pressed kisses to his back, kneading his shoulders. “You were so perfect. Such a good boy.”

Another shudder. He hated to admit it, but I sensed he loved when I called him that.

His hands had never moved once from the wall—more proof he loved what we were doing.

Slowly, Max turned around to meet my gaze.

“I want to fuck you, Gabs. The way you deserve. Let me come back to your place so we can finish this.”

I cupped his cheeks with my sticky hands. Pressed my mouth to his. He tried to deepen the kiss but I kept it chaste, my tongue darting out to lick his lower lip before breaking contact. “You already finished,” I whispered. “I gotta go. Stay here for three whole minutes before you leave.”

“Gabs, what the fuck are we doing here?”

Frustration emanated in waves, even as his limp cock and muscles told me he’d experienced a powerful orgasm. I smiled.

“Anything we want. Remember, three minutes. Not one second sooner or later.”

I didn’t wait for him to respond. I unlocked the door and left him, walking outside the gym as I made note of the exact time on my watch.

I had no doubt he’d obey.