She pushed up to her elbows and glared down at him. “What are you jabbering on about?”
“For each of those ten minutes, I’m going to bring you to the edge.” A smile stretched across his face. “But not over. Never over. Not until we reach the tenth peak.” He lowered his head and paused. “Oh, and by that tenth peak, I’d better have heard an apology for making me worry and a promise you’ll never do anything so stupid again.”
“Apologize! I will no—oooh.” She bounced back on the bed, her whole body going limp as he applied himself back at her opening.
She was utterly delicious. Like smoked honey. He could spend all day feasting between her thighs. Which was a good thing, because he was going to be here awhile. Her legs quivered, her nails dug into his head, and Max pulled back, resting his chin on the edge of the bed.
Colleen cursed with feeling.
“Where did such a proper woman learn such filthy words?” he asked, nuzzling her thigh with his cheek.
“I told you I spent many an afternoon down on the docks accepting our shipments.” She rocked her hips into his face. “You pick up things.”
Max chuckled. He started in on her again. Each whimper, every curse, made him throb painfully behind his smallclothes. He had to give her credit. By the sixth time he’d brought her to the peak, he thought she would have cracked. It wasn’t until her seventh climb, when she was reaching down to bring herself her own relief and he had to trap her hands, that she finally broke.
“I’m sorry! So, so sorry.” She writhed and pounded her heels into his shoulders. She landed some solid blows. But not hard enough to make him stop.
“And?” Curling his tongue, he arrowed it in and out of her tight sheath.
“And I won’t do it again!”
Planting an open-mouthed kiss on her nub, he smiled, satisfied. “Good girl. Now, only two more climbs, and you’ll get your reward.”
She wailed, thumping her fists against the mattress. Max remained unmoved. He’d promised her ten, and he was a man who kept his word.
By the time they reached her tenth climb, Colleen was in tears. He took pity, shifting from leisurely swipes to a good, rigorous tongue-fucking. She needed to come, fast and hard. Slipping two fingers into her scalding heat, he curled them, finding that cushion of flesh that drove women mad. He locked his lips around her clit and sucked, and she came with a sob.
Her channel clamped down around his digits, the pressure so strong it crossed his eyes. Unable to wait a minute longer, Max pushed to his feet. He flipped Colleen to her stomach, her legs dangling off the bed, and shoved his trousers and smallclothes down his hips. Lining his straining cock at her opening, he pushed home, into her throbbing heat.
He fisted his hands into the coverlet and dropped his head. He wanted to stay in this woman forever.
Colleen’s knot of hair was half undone from all her thrashing, and he pulled out the remaining pins. Combing her hair out along the bed, he bent and pressed a kiss behind her ear. “You doing all right?”
A small sigh escaped her lips. “I’m lovely. Do what you will. I’ll just lie here.”
Pushing her skirt up to her lower back, he gave her arse a playful pinch. “Are you giving me permission to use your body as I see fit?” He rocked his hips back and thrust deep. “Thank you, love. I think I will.”
It didn’t take him long to get close. Her core was liquid heat, a velvet glove. Every thrust raised the hair on his arms and sent sensation shooting to the base of his spine. He forced his body to slow. Easing his cock back, he felt every tight clutch of her muscles. Only the tip of him remained in Colleen’s body, his shaft shiny with her juices. Digging his fingers into her hips, slowly, so goddamn slowly, he pressed back in, every inch she swallowed him tightening the screws on his control until he was ready to snap.
“What do you say, love?” He covered her back with his chest and bit down on her earlobe. “One more time?” He slid his hand up between her leg and the bed, his fingers questing for her bundle of nerves.
She groaned. “No more. I can’t take anymore. Just find your pleasure and be done. This was supposed to be for you.”
Max stilled. “What does that mean?”
“Nothing.” Wriggling her arse, Colleen glanced back over her shoulder. “It just means I want you to find release. Want to show you that I don’t hold any grudges.”
He reared up. “Is this some sort of pity fuck, Colleen?”
She tried to push up, but Max kept one hand bunched in her skirts at the small of her back. The other stayed pressed against her clit. “Honestly, do you care right now why I invited you back to my bed? And it’s not like I didn’t get anything from it. I just wanted you to know, about the fire—”
“A forgiveness fuck then.” His chest burned, and bile rose in his throat. He didn’t understand his reaction. A fuck was a fuck, no matter what was going on in his manager’s head.
He glowered down at her, trying to figure out just what he was feeling. His pulse pounded in his temples and his cock, a strange twin beat. He needed to be guided by his head more, his prick less. This uptight woman of business was getting under his skin, and no good could come from that.
But it was the throbbing in his cock that won out. Swiveling his hips, he slammed back home. Her sheath felt like a hundred greedy tongues licking him all at once. How was a man to resist that?
Pummeling into her, he took her every moan as an affirmation. She thought she could just lie there like some twisted good Samaritan, gifting her body for his release? Like she was too good to find pleasure from his cock, that this was only for him? To hell with that.
