Page 6 of Wrong Number, Right Billionaire (Wrong Number, Right Guy #7)

MAXIM

" Y our place or my hotel?"

The question slips out before I can stop it. It’s too presumptuous. It’s too –

But Chantay looks up at me with dark eyes that hold zero hesitation. "Yours. Mine's too close to Maya, and she has a key. The last thing I need is my sister walking in on... whatever this is about to be."

Relief and desire hit me in equal measure. "Whatever this is about to be?"

"Don't play innocent, Max. You know exactly what this is about to be." She rises on her toes to brush her lips against my ear. "The question is whether you can handle what you started."

Her words send fire straight through my veins. "I can handle anything you throw at me."

"We'll see about that."

The walk to my hotel feels endless. By the time we reach the Four Seasons, I'm so hard it's painful.

"Nice hotel," she observes as we cross the marble lobby. "Very... expensive."

"I told you I've been lucky with investments."

"Lucky enough for a penthouse suite?"

I pause, realizing my mistake. I'd booked the penthouse automatically, without thinking about how it might look.

"I wanted our first meeting to be special. And I figured if I was flying across the country, I might as well do it right."

The elevator opens directly into my suite, and I watch Chantay's face as she takes in the space. Floor to ceiling windows, a living area larger than most apartments, bedroom visible through double doors.

"Jesus, Max." She sets her purse on the marble counter. "This is not what I was expecting."

"What were you expecting?"

"A regular hotel room. Not something that costs more per night than I make in a month."

Panic starts clawing at my chest. She's asking questions I can't answer without revealing who I really am.

"Does it matter?" I ask, moving closer. "Does any of this matter as much as what's happening between us?"

"I suppose not." She turns to face me. "But I'm starting to think you're full of surprises, mountain man."

"Good surprises or bad surprises?"

"Jury's still out." She reaches up to loosen my tie. "Though I have to admit, I'm curious to see what other secrets you're hiding."

If only she knew.

I capture her wrists, pinning them gently but firmly against my chest. "The only secret that matters tonight is that I'm going to make you forget every man who came before me."

Her breath hitches. "That's a bold claim."

"I don't make claims I can't back up." I walk her backward until she hits the wall beside the floor-to-ceiling windows. "And by the time I'm done with you, you'll only remember my name."

"Max," she whispers, and I can hear the want in her voice.

"That's right, baby. Say it again."

"Max."

"Good girl." I press my body against hers, letting her feel exactly how hard I am. "Now tell me what you want."

"I want..." She swallows hard. "I want you to touch me."

"Where?" I trail one finger along her collarbone. "Here?"

"Lower."

I trace down to the neckline of her dress. "Here?"

"Lower," she breathes.

Instead of moving lower, I step back completely. "Take off your dress."

"What?"

"You heard me. Take it off. Slowly. I want to watch."

Her eyes widen, but her hands move to her zipper. She slides it down inch by inch, her eyes never leaving mine. When the dress pools at her feet, leaving her in black lace that makes my mouth water, I have to grip the wall to keep from pouncing.

"Beautiful." My voice comes out rougher than I intended. "Turn around."

She turns, presenting me with the curve of her ass, the delicate line of her spine. I step up behind her, my chest against her back, my hands settling on her hips.

"Do you know what I'm going to do to you?" I murmur against her ear.

"Tell me."

"I'm going to worship every inch of this gorgeous body. I'm going to make you cum so hard you see stars. And then I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name."

She shivers against me. "Promise?"

"I don't make promises I can't keep." I unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor. "Bedroom. Now."

She starts walking, and I follow, admiring the sway of her hips. When we reach the king-sized bed, I spin her around and lift her, tossing her onto the mattress. She bounces slightly, her hair fanning around her like a dark halo.

"Spread your legs," I command, working on my shirt buttons.

She complies immediately, and the sight of her stretched out on my bed, wearing nothing but black lace panties, nearly brings me to my knees.

"Fuck, you're perfect." I strip off my shirt and climb onto the bed, settling between her thighs. "These need to go."

I hook my fingers in her panties and drag them down slowly, then toss them across the room.

"Now you're completely mine," I growl, spreading her legs wider. "And I'm going to feast on this pretty pussy until you're begging me to stop."

"Max," she gasps as I lower my mouth to her.

The first taste of her makes me groan against her skin. Sweet and musky and absolutely addictive. I use my tongue to explore every fold, every sensitive spot, until she's writhing beneath me.

"Oh God," she cries when I suck her clit into my mouth. "Right there!"

"Right here?" I flick my tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves. "You like that, baby?"

"Yes! Don't stop!"

I don't stop. I feast on her like a starving man, using my tongue and lips to drive her higher and higher. When I slide two fingers inside her, she arches off the bed.

"You're so tight," I murmur against her skin. "So wet for me. I can't wait to feel this tight pussy around my cock."

"Please," she pants. "I need..."

"What do you need? Tell me."

"I need you inside me. Now."

"Not yet." I curl my fingers, finding that spot that makes her cry out. "First you're going to cum all over my tongue like a good girl."

I work her with my mouth and fingers until she's trembling on the edge, then I pull back completely.

"No!" she protests. "I was so close!"

"I know." I reach for my wallet, pulling out a condom. "But when you cum, it's going to be on my cock."

I strip off the rest of my clothes, rolling the condom on with hands that aren't quite steady. When I look back at her, she's staring at my erection with wide eyes.

"Jesus, Max. You're... big."

"I'll fit," I promise, settling between her thighs. "Your body was made for mine."

I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging against her wetness. "Look at me."

She meets my eyes as I push into her slowly, both of us gasping at the sensation. She's so tight I have to grit my teeth to keep from slamming home.

"Breathe, baby," I murmur when I feel her tense. "Relax and let me in."

"You're so big," she whimpers.

"And you're taking every inch like the fucking good girl you are." I bottom out completely, and we both moan. "Perfect fit."

I give her a moment to adjust, then I start to move. Slow, deep strokes that have her gasping beneath me.

"Harder," she demands, her nails digging into my shoulders. "I'm not going to break."

"No, but I might break you in other ways." I increase the pace, driving into her with controlled power. "Is this what you wanted? My cock filling you up completely?"

"Yes!" she cries. "More!"

I hook her legs over my shoulders, changing the angle so I'm hitting that spot inside her with every thrust. "You feel so fucking good wrapped around me. So tight and wet and perfect."

"Max!" she screams as I pound into her. "I'm going to..."

"Not yet." I slow down just enough to keep her on the edge. "Tell me who this pussy belongs to."

"You," she gasps.

"Say it properly."

"My pussy belongs to you, Max!"

"That's right." I slam into her harder, making the headboard bang against the wall. "And I'm the only one who gets to make you feel this good."

"Only you," she agrees, her body trembling beneath mine.

"Cum for me," I growl against her ear. "Cum all over my cock like the good girl you are."

She shatters with a scream that could probably be heard three floors down, her body clenching around me so tightly I see stars. The sight and feel of her orgasm triggers my own, and I cum with a roar that comes from somewhere primal.

I collapse beside her, pulling her against my chest as we both struggle to breathe.

"Holy shit," she gasps against my neck.

"Language," I tease, pressing a kiss to her hair.

"Don't even start with me right now. You just fucked my brains out and you're worried about my language?"

I laugh, the sound rumbling through my chest. "Fair point."

"Max?"

I meet her eyes. "Yeah?"

"I'm really glad I accidentally sent you that photo. Definitely the best mistake I've ever made."

As she drifts off to sleep in my arms, I stare at the ceiling and try not to think about all the ways this perfect night could be ruined when she finds out who I really am.

But for now, she's mine. And that's enough.