Rage. That was what he was feeling. Not usually an emotion he brought to bed. But balls deep, he wasn’t going to waste the energy. He’d probably saved her life today; given her a job three months ago when she needed one; even paid off that old flower shop owner so he wouldn’t sell before Colleen could pay him. And she was still too bloody good for him? If she thought she could spread her legs, give him a benediction, and be done, she could think again.
His fingers began a soft seduction. Swirling a slow circle around her clit with each thrust of his hips before pinching down on the nub. With his other hand, he pushed her skirt high up her back. Her arse joggled each time he slapped into her, her normally fair skin flushing pink. With his boot, he knocked her legs wider, drove deeper.
Lighting raced along his cock. Gritting his teeth, he dug deep. No fucking way he was going without her. She thought she was wrung out from her edges? She didn’t know what being so damn drained from coming and coming until her entire body quivered like one giant exposed nerve felt like. But she would.
Sliding his thumb between the cheeks of her arse, he circled her other opening, rimming the tight muscle there.
Colleen dug her nails into the coverlet, fisting the embroidered fabric. Her small white teeth speared into her bottom lip and her sheath went so tight she nearly forced him out.
“You like that?” he asked. He pummeled into her, his balls drawing tight. Colleen might be better than him. More decent. Have a heart big enough to forgive the unthinkable, and God knew he didn’t deserve her forgiveness. Pain stabbed his heart, and his fingers faltered for just a second. Jesus, he didn’t deserve her forgiveness and yet she’d given it so freely. But he couldn’t think of that now. The enormity of what he’d done, what he’d taken, would swallow him whole.
So, he focused on what made them equal. When his cock was fucking her body. His tongue, his teeth, his fingers. She might rise so far above him in her conduct and integrity and honesty that he couldn’t even reach her feet to kiss. But her body came just as hard as his when they screwed. Her surrender was just as true.
His balls slapped her arse. Hooking the tip of his thumb into her tight, rear channel, he let his body go. The bed shook and inched across the floor. Colleen kicked a foot up, her heel hitting his thigh. She tried to claw her way across the bed, but her core clutched at his length, pulling their bodies together.
She arched up, her hair falling down her back, as beautiful as a fiery sunset. He clamped down on her arse, her skin whitening around his fingertips. The soft sucking noise of her body grasping at his echoed in his ears. He grew thicker, harder. Colleen screamed, her channel fisting him hard. And he was done.
Thousands of pinpricks of fire raced up his cock. A pleasure so acute it hurt gathered at his spine and shot through his length. At the last moment, he pulled out, not wanting to leave her milking heat, but with just enough sense left to know he must.
His release spurted across her arse, marking her pink skin. Pulling his thumb from her, Max spread her wide, and speared his cock through her cheeks, drawing out each shuddering jet.
Colleen pressed her face into the mattress and groaned.
Staggering back, he stared at her, arse up, still clothed except for her skirt flung up to her waist. His seed glistened in streaks across her reddened skin. The room was silent except for their breathing.
Buttoning up his falls, Max withdrew a handkerchief from his pocket. With regret, he wiped her clean. Removed his taint. He smoothed down her skirts, shame mixing with his anger. Stepping back, he waited for her censure.
Max was good at reading people. His friends, his enemies. The most minute facial expressions didn’t go unnoticed. But when Colleen rolled over and sat up, her emotions were a complete mystery.
She scooted to the edge of the mattress and slid off, her skirt falling into place. Except for her hair falling loose and her feet being bare, she could have been on her way to work. Walking to one of her wardrobes, her stride a bit wobbly, she shrugged out of her spencer and hung it within. Still without speaking, she made her way to the far side of the bed. The thing had scooted out of place, sitting diagonally to the wall. Leaning her hip into the mattress, she pushed, trying to get it back into position.
Max grabbed the bottom post and pulled it straight.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice clipped, as proper as a fucking queen.
Max crossed his arms. “Are we going to talk about this?”
She sat on the bed, her shoulders drooping. “I don’t know what I’m doing, Max. I was right before when I said we should remain business associates. We’re not right for each other, for so many reasons.” She pulled out her pocket watch and gripped it in her hand. “And yet, when we’re together, I don’t want to think on those reasons. Or worry about the immorality of my actions. I feel like we’re going round and round but not getting anywhere.”
He sank down beside her. “Where would you like to go?” he asked quietly. Was she asking about his intentions? He wiped his palm on his trousers. Was he ready for a commitment?
Her lips twisted. “Don’t look so worried. I’m not expecting you to ask for my hand.”
Max frowned at the tone in her voice, like it was the most absurd thing in the world to think of a permanent attachment between them.
“In fact,” she added, “it might be just the opposite.”
His frown deepened. “What does that mean?”
She rubbed her thumb across the face of the watch before tucking it back in its pocket. “I married when I was quite young. I’ve only been with my husband, and now you. You’ve opened my eyes to new experiences and maybe …” She sucked in a large breath, her chest heaving. She closed her eyes. “Maybe I need to explore more to figure out what I want.”
Max clenched his fists. “Are you saying you want to fuck other men?” No bloody way.
Her face blanched. But she didn’t deny it.
“From little Miss Morality to an adventuress? That hardly sounds like the Colleen I know.”
She knotted her fingers together and pressed them into her lap. “You don’t know the real me,” she whispered.
