Chapter 35 Chapter 35
Amelia
“What do you think you are doing?” Maxwell snapped as he grabbed my arm and dragged me down the crowded hallway of the club.
“You are a married woman, for fuck’s sake!”
He stopped suddenly, yanked open a door, and shoved me inside. It turned out to be an office, small, dimly lit, and way too quiet compared to the noise outside.
“Oh, right,” I said dryly, brushing myself off as I looked around the unfamiliar room. “I totally forgot I was married for a moment.” I crossed my arms and glanced back at him. “And why are we in someone’s office? What if the owner walks in and finds us here?” I added with a pout, half annoyed, half amused.
Maxwell slammed the door shut behind him and grabbed my hand, pushing me back until my spine hit the wood. His body boxed me in, leaving no space to escape.
“This was your plan, wasn’t it?” he growled, his face inches from mine. “To go out there and seduce some random guy?”
I scoffed, meeting his glare. His grip tightened slightly, his jaw clenched. “If you wanted my attention that badly,” he continued in a low, heated voice, “you could have just asked.”
I scoffed and shook my head. “Nope. I don’t want your attention,” I said flatly. “I just want to have fun and maybe find myself a man for the night.” I lifted my chin as I said it, daring him to react.
His face darkened immediately. He frowned, his eyes hardening.
“You fucking dare not,” he snapped. “Until this marriage is over, you have no right to sleep with another man.”
I smirked at that, a bitter smile pulling at my lips. “Oh, really?” I shot back. “But you have the right to sleep with as many women as you want? You even bring them into the house, remember?”
He stiffened, but I didn’t stop. I pointed my finger at his chest, jabbing it slightly to make my point. “Listen to me very carefully,” I said slowly. “Just like you think you have the right to mess around, so do I.”
I waved my finger in his face as a warning. “And right now,” I continued, my voice low and sharp, “I am very horny. So let me go find a man who can satisfy my desires.”
I tried to push past him, shoving at his shoulder, determined to get out of the office and back into the club.
He stepped closer until there was almost no space left between us. I could feel the warmth of his body, and when our eyes met, his gaze was intense and unreadable. For a moment, it felt like the rest of the world had disappeared.
His eyes drifted over me slowly, as if he was taking in every detail, and my breath caught without me meaning it to.
He lifted his hands and placed one gently around my neck, firm enough to make me aware of it but not painful. The touch sent a shiver through me, and I froze, unsure whether to pull away or lean closer. His voice was low and steady when he spoke, carrying a quiet authority that made my heart race.
“I am the only man allowed access to your body,” he said, his words heavy with meaning.
Slowly, without fully realizing what I was doing, I lifted my head and moved my face closer to his. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned in too, meeting me halfway. It must be the alcohol in my system because I would never do something like this on a normal day, not even in someone else’s office.
Our lips touched, my thoughts vanished, my body reacted before my mind could catch up and I grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer to me.
He gently bit my lower lip, and I gasped softly in surprise. That seemed to break whatever control he was holding back. He deepened the kiss as his hand held my neck firmly as if he had been starving for this moment his whole life and to my own shock, I responded just as strongly.
The kiss was powerful, dominating, consuming, and filled with an intensity that made my heart race. It was everything I had once imagined and tried so hard to forget.
His hands moved over me slowly through my hair, along my face, my neck, my boobs, every touch sending heat rushing through my body. It felt like my skin was on fire, like every nerve had come alive at once.
I slowly slid my fingers into his hair, not even thinking about it, just feeling the softness beneath my hand. At my touch, I felt his body tense, like he wasn’t expecting it, or like it affected him more than he wanted to show.
After a moment, we pulled away from each other, both of us breathing hard.
We stood there, staring at one another, trying to catch our breath. My lips felt sore, and judging by the way he looked at me, his were too.
He leaned in again, moving slowly, his lips brushed my skin, and then I felt his tongue trace gently down my neck. The touch sent a rush through me, unexpected and overwhelming. A loud moan slipped from my lips before I could stop it, his hand grabbed my boobs softly caressing and exploring it.
He ran his fingers over my nipple awakening every nerve in my body, I grabbed his shirt tightly biting my lips, his hands moved lower to my pussy, he rubbed his hands hard over the leather pants I was wearing, “ fuck.” I moaned loudly, unable to control my urge.
His hands moved quickly, almost urgently, as he reached for the zipper on my pants. His fingers fumbled slightly, like he was in a hurry or afraid to slow down. He finally pulled it down, and slid his hand inside, he rubbed his fingers over my wet pussy and I gasped.
He lifted one of my legs and wrapped it around his waist, he slid a finger into my pussy and I yelled, “ fuck!!” His finger moved slowly at first, teasing, then he started pumping in the fast, almost driving me crazy until my thoughts blurred and I could barely stay upright.
He leaned in close, his breath warm against my neck as he whispered, his voice rough and low, sending another shiver through me. “So fucking tight.”
A loud bang echoed against the door, sharp and sudden, but it didn’t stop Maxwell. his movement became faster, he leaned in and bit my nipple hard through the thin fabric of my top, and the intensity of it tore a cry from me before I could hold it back.
“ fuccccck.” He moaned loudly.
Another sound followed, the knock again, more insistent this time and then the loud ring of Maxwell’s phone vibrating in his pocket.
Still, I clung to him tightly, unwilling to let the moment end so abruptly. My heart was racing, my body tense, I was close and I needed him to finish what he had started before either of us could face what waited on the other side of the door.
He bit my nipple again and added another finger inside my pussy,his touch sending shivers down my body, he pushed both fingers harder this time hitting my G- spot and I felt a wave of heat and tension, my knees weak and my vision blurry.
He pulled back slightly, and I took a shaky breath, trying to calm the racing of my heart. I let my shaky leg drop to the floor, and he finally stepped back. I quickly zipped up my pants, still catching my breath. “The owner of this office is going to be furious,” I said, my voice trembling a little. “He’s probably going to ban us from coming to this club.”
“Only if he wants to be completely out of a job,” he said, his voice sharp and cold. Without another word, he opened the door and gestured for me to follow. I hesitated for a moment, still catching my breath, but he didn’t wait, he stepped outside and led the way.
Author's note: A quickie🤭🤭