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Hailey

So this is a new side of Max. I've seen him horny. I've seen him needy for me. But tonight? He's absolutely feral.

And that should probably terrify me.

But instead, I gently grind against the car seat, pathetically horny, and watch his forearms flex as he pulls into his parking space.

He wipes sweat from his brow, still not recovered from what he did to me in his bedroom. The summer heat doesn't help, but the way he pounded into me, that need—nothing like I've ever felt before.

But the bastard blue-balled me. Or... lady blue-balled me.

Before I exit the car, he turns to me, rubbing his thumb along my lips. "You ready to be my dirty little slut tonight?"

What. The. Fuck.

I nod, frozen until he gets out and opens my door .

"What has gotten into you tonight?" I hiss, immediately wishing I hadn't. My feelings conflict—I want him, especially like this. But entering a public place, I'm jittery wondering what he has planned.

"Is it too much?" He grimaces, and I look into those familiar warm brown eyes as we approach the casino.

"No." I let out a nervous giggle. "Just... I've never seen you like this."

He leans close, his breath in my ear. "Simple cause and effect. We haven't fucked for three days. Feelings build up. I start acting crazy."

"Three days?! That's your limit?"

He smirks and holds the hotel door.

Heat rushes to my core as we cross the lobby. I feel people watching us, worried we're being obvious.

He quickly squeezes my ass before we enter the elevator. When the doors shut, leaving us alone, he doesn't waste the opportunity. He tips my head back, pressing his lips against mine, then down my neck. Grabbing at anything he can manage in this short amount of time.

Ding.

The doors slide open.

I squirm from his grip, not wanting guests to see us.

Good decision—his dad stands in the living room, staring directly at the elevator. I'm sure he caught the end of that. I immediately tense as Johnny looks at me in disgust.

"You're late." He shifts his glare to Max .

"Sorry," Max shrugs, then looks down at me. "Why don't you go see if Savannah needs help?"

Taking the hint, I leave Max to handle this.

I find Savannah organizing the fridge. My mood dampens, knowing her stress with Nick.

"Hey," I say.

She looks up and smiles, but dark circles shadow her eyes. She's not her usual bubbly self.

"You doing okay?" I ask.

"He gets better each day." She shrugs, pulling out cheese for a charcuterie board. "But I want to get my mind off him tonight. How are you?"

I'm great and not-so-patiently waiting for Max to fuck me in a guest bedroom, but that doesn't seem appropriate to say.

She catches my vibe before I speak. A sly smile spreads. "You're absolutely glowing. Max?"

My cheeks flush and I nod. She pulls me into a quick hug. "I'm so happy you two are getting along. Seriously. I'm going to live vicariously through you both for a bit. Just to get by."

"Of course. We should get together soon. Hang by the pool before it gets cold."

"Absolutely."

We return to work, preparing snacks and ensuring enough alcohol for wealthy guests.

My shift drags on agonizingly slow. The guests are especially shitty, demanding bougie snacks even the hotel kitchen can't provide.

Something about knowing their wealth—squandering hundreds of thousands in one sitting—disgusts me.

Some are polite, but I notice their condescension toward me and Savannah.

Max's family has money, but you'd never guess from their behavior. My parents act superior with their wealth like the gamblers do, but they have so many other issues that wait staff probably judge them for how insane they are and don't even notice.

I feel Max's gaze as I work the poker room. His father talks in his ear, but Max isn't listening. I've stolen his focus tonight.

And I won't go easy on him.

It's unfair—he's had one orgasm, I've had none. Time for revenge.

I chat with Savannah near the tables until someone requests a Coke. In the kitchen, I grab one, but returning, I deliberately stumble and spill it everywhere. Brown fizz splatters the cream carpet.

"Shoot!" I shout, but only Max notices. The players focus on their game and Savannah's distracted by her phone.

I hurry to the kitchen for paper towels, then drop to all fours, deliberately watching Max as I clean.

My thong rides up against my clit, my dress barely covering me.

I make a show of it: arching my back and swaying my hips.

He squirms, crossing his arms, his cock pressing against his pants.

Standing, I grab the can and towels, blow him a kiss.

I toss the wet towels and turn to find Max has followed me to the kitchen.

I want to say something clever, something to drive him crazier. But his intense stare blanks my mind, and I can only look back.

He grips my arm and guides me to an unfamiliar room down the hall. It has a desk piled with papers, a safe in the corner, and a couch along the wall.

His hands reach under my dress and yank off my thong. My breath catches as he brings them to his nose, then pockets them.

"On the couch. Spread your legs."

I obey. My clit throbs in anticipation.

“Wider.”

I lift my dress above my hips for more room and spread my legs. His focus remains fixed on my pussy as he drops to his knees before me.

"You think you're getting rewarded for that little stunt? Getting on all fours in front of me? In front of everyone?"

"Y-yes," I stammer.

"Yes?" He laughs.

“No.”

"Fuck, you're adorable."

He kisses up my thigh. I close my eyes as he nears my clit. But he stops, an evil smile crossing his face.

Before I can beg him to go down on me, he flips me around. I brace against the wall, ass in the air. I hear his pants unzip, then he thrusts inside. He covers my mouth just in time to muffle my surprised squeal .

He feels huge as I stretch around him. His hands squeeze my ass as he pounds into me, my breasts swaying, my dress offering no support.

I've never come without clit stimulation, but I wonder if that's about to change.

"I'm so close, Max," I moan.

"You haven't learned your lesson yet, have you?"

He swears as he finishes inside me. His cock spasms before he pulls out, his cum dripping down my thighs. Without my underwear, there's nothing to help.

I pull my dress down and collapse on the couch.

"Back to work." He winks before leaving me alone in the office.

The rest of the night drags. My face flushes, my hair's disheveled; despite cleaning up in the bathroom, I still feel him dripping out of me.

Worse, my clit is so swollen that walking turns me on more. I catch myself staring at him whenever possible, worried it's becoming obvious. Even Savannah looks annoyed, making me feel guilty. It doesn't help that I can barely remember orders.

I grind my teeth watching the final two players finish. I almost cheer when one goes all-in and loses.

Night’s over.

I help Savannah clean, my mind fixed on one thing as Max looms nearby. Waiting.

I autopilot conversation with Savannah until she leaves, leaving me alone with Max in the penthouse .

He smirks. "Upstairs. Furthest bedroom."

I nearly sprint but contain myself until we reach the spare room. I stand in the middle, uncertain.

He closes the door, biting his lip as he looks me over. "Take off that dress."

I reach behind to unzip the blue dress, letting it fall. "Bra too," he says.

I unclasp it one-handed and drop it.

My nipples harden in the cold air, his gaze making me shudder.

He removes his belt. My eyes widen, wondering if he'll spank me with it. But he drops it.

Unzipping his pants, he frees his massive cock. I see precum glistening from across the room.

He strokes himself. "Come here."

I take three steps forward.

"Did I say you could walk?"

I gasp and drop, crawling across plush carpet. He moans, head hitting the door as he watches.

My hands slide up his legs before gripping his cock. He tenses. I haven't done this before, so I follow instinct. Slowly licking the tip, tasting precum. Wetting his shaft with my tongue. He moans my name when I finally wrap my lips around him, swirling my tongue before taking more.

"I'm going to hold onto the back of your head. Hit my thigh if it's too much."

I look up and nod, unsure but trusting him .

Swallowing, I wet my lips and take him in, his cock filling my mouth. I focus on breathing through my nose as his fingers curl in my hair, drawing me closer. I gag but continue, tears streaming.

"Such a good girl taking this cock."

He pushes until I'm at his base. I groan as he fucks my face. He's edged me all day, yet this is the horniest I've been. I'm literally dripping. Without thinking, I rub my clit.

"Oh, you bad girl."

He pulls from my mouth, manhandling me to the bed by my neck. Face down against the mattress, I feel a sharp pain on my left cheek. Then another. Another.

"Max, please."

"Please what?"

"Fuck me. Let me come. I can't stand it."

My legs tremble as he spanks me. "You want me to fill that greedy little pussy?"

"Please!"

"Put your knees on the bed."

I climb up on all fours, eager. He shifts behind me, then ecstasy as he fills me. He drives in, lifting me against his chest so my back is flush against him. His left hand works my clit while he thrusts.

"Come on this cock for me."

On command, my body shudders, legs weakening as orgasm rips through me .

He holds me with one arm as I moan and scream, uncontained.

When I finish, I collapse. He lies on top, still fucking me until he tenses and pulses inside me.

Breathless, he rolls off, wiping sweat from his brow.

He gives his usual goofy smile, sexy aggression gone.

That makes me laugh.

"What?" His eyes shine.

"You always smile like that after sex." I kiss his lips.

His hand strokes my back. "Would you prefer a scowl?"

"No." I rest on his chest. "I love your smile."

"And I love you."

The words seem to slip out naturally.

Warmth rushes through me. Everything about being in his arms feels right.

But hesitation creeps in. I'm used to putting up walls, never learning to open up and be vulnerable with anyone.

I prop up on my elbows, meeting his eyes.

I see his sincerity, his care. Fear flickers across his face at my silence.

I push down those negative feelings, tired of my past controlling my present. "I love you too, Max.