“I really hope I can make it up to our floor. I’m a little out of shape.” Had I really just said that?
Max let his eyes drift down my body, then back up. I wanted to squirm and look away, but I didn’t. “You look like you’re in great shape to me.”
“Well, when you are carrying me up a flight of stairs because I can’t breathe, you’ll see I’m not.” I needed to shut up.
I took off up the stairs, leaving Max to trail behind me. Midway up the third flight, I shivered from a vent and almost stopped in my tracks when the air coasted across my skin. My dress was wet and clinging to my ass, giving Max a clear view of exactly how big it is. Great!
Picking up my pace, I tried to take two stairs at a time, my ass and I needing to get far, far away from him. My cheeks burned as I thought about how much more of my curvy body he could also see. “Are you trying to get away from me?”
“No,” I replied, a little winded. “Why would you ask that?”
I rounded the landing and was about to begin the next flight when his arm wrapped around my waist. “Because you’re practically running. And when you run from me, I don’t have the pleasure of staring at this incredible ass.” He let his free hand fall to my butt and grabbed it, his words and actions shooting pleasure straight to my core. My clit yearned for him. This man was intoxicating.
Max traced his lips along my neck and began nibbling. I moaned and let my head fall back against him, my pussy clenching in need. “I want you,” I heard myself blurting out in a breathy whisper. I couldn’t let myself think about Doug. I needed this—needed this night to have fun and forget my asshole boyfriend. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t control the lust I felt for this man. He was just too damn tempting. “Just for tonight,” I added, letting him know I didn’t plan on seeing him again. After this one fun night, I could go back home to Doug and live like a little domesticated housewife.
“I want you, too.”
“Then take me. Right here, right now.”