Chapter 86 Chapter 86
Maxwell
I had been staring at the same contract for five minutes, reading it over and over again yet not processing a single word.My phone buzzed on the desk. I glanced at the screen before answering.
“Good afternoon sir,” my account officer said on the other end.
I replied calmly. “Go ahead.”
“You asked me to be on standby for a transfer.”
“Yes.”
There was a brief pause. “How much are we wiring?”
“Thirty million dollars,” I said without hesitation. “To my ex-wife’s account. Saturday morning, I want it processed first thing.”
Another short silence. “That’s a large transfer, sir.”
“I am aware.” I replied.
“Is everything alright?”
“It will be,” I said evenly. “Just make sure it’s done.”
“Yes, sir.” The line disconnected.
I placed the phone back on the desk and leaned into my chair, staring at the ceiling for a moment. The money wasn’t the problem but Rhea not bringing my kids is, she doesn’t know, but she can’t leave the country even if she decides to play smart.
But I really hope my investigators find something on those kids before Saturday. This is taking a big toll on me and I can barely function without my heart drifting to the girls.
I turned back to the documents in front of me and forced myself to continue working. But my mind kept drifting back to the possibility that somewhere out there, I had children growing up without me knowing.
When I mentioned kids at dinner yesterday, Rhea looked confused, did she think I will never find out about them and about her lying about their gender?
A soft knock came at the door before it opened. I didn’t look up immediately. The faint click of heels against the floor made me lift my head.
Amelia walked in, She was wearing a fitted dress that hugged her perfectly, elegant and effortless. Her hair fell softly around her shoulders, framing her face in a way that made it hard to look away. She looked so fucking good today.
She walked toward my desk with slow, confident steps and dropped the tablet she was holding onto the table. “What’s that?” I asked, my voice lower now.
“Something that can wait,” she replied lightly.
Before I could react, she sat on the edge of my desk, right in front of me. She reached forward and ran her fingers through my hair slowly. I exhaled “You look stressed,” she murmured.
“I’m working.”
“You are thinking,” she corrected softly. Her hands continued moving through my hair, slow and deliberate.
I stood up slowly, she watched me with that small, knowing smile. Without breaking eye contact, I placed my hands on her waist and lifted her easily, setting her properly on the desk. I stepped closer until I was standing between her thighs.
I parted them gently so I could stand there comfortably, my hands still resting on her waist. She tilted her head slightly, that coy smile still playing on her lips.
“Thought you were so busy,” she said softly.
“I was,” I replied.
My lips claimed her in an instant, we kissed passionately. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was hot, hungry, and punishing. Our mouths clashed, tongues battling for dominance until we broke apart, gasping for air.
“I have to get back to work,” she breathed, her chest heaving. “Before you bend me over and fuck me right here. You know I’m a screamer, and I don’t want the whole building listening in.”
“I’d like them to hear us,” I growled against her throat, my lips trailing down her neck. “I need them to understand who you really belong to. But the office is soundproof, Amelia. There’s no need to panic.” My hand slid from her waist, trailing up the inside of her thigh, over the whisper-thin barrier of her lace panties. Her breath hitched sharply.
My fingers brushed over the damp silk, and she shuddered. “Finally,” I whispered, my mouth finding the pulse at the base of her throat. “I get to fuck you in here. Just like I’ve always imagined.” Her hands fisted in my shirt, clinging to me for balance as my tongue traced a wet path along her collarbone.
With a quick motion, I hooked my fingers into the sides of her panties and slipped them down her legs. “The door,” she moaned.
“You are the only one with permission to enter my office,” I reminded her, but I pulled back anyway, striding to the door and locked it . “Feel safe now?”
She nodded, her eyes dark with need. I returned to the desk, sweeping my laptop and a stack of files to the side with one arm. I pushed her back, further onto the surface, and raised her legs, hooking them over my shoulders. I leaned in, never taking my eyes off hers, and let my tongue land on her clit.
She cried out, her hands flying to grip the edge of the desk. “Max!”
I didn’t let up, I started eating her out with a singular, focused intensity. She tasted like heaven, sweet, musky, and mine. I rolled my tongue around her swollen bud, then sucked it hard into my mouth. Her hips jerked off the desk, grinding herself against my face. Her hands tangled in my hair, holding me in place, demanding more.
She groaned, a deep, frustrated sound, and I pulled back and deliver a sharp stinging slap to her wet cunt.
She yelped, then moaned louder, the sound echoing.I raised my head. “I don’t want you to hold it in,” I commanded, my voice rough. “I need to hear those moans. I need to hear you scream for me.” Then my mouth was on her again.
This time I slipped a finger inside her, she threw her head back and screamed. Her inner walls clamped around me, impossibly tight and hot.
“So fucking tight,” I groaned against her, adding a second finger, scissoring them, stretching her. I pumped them in and out, curling them to find that spot I knew drove her wild. Her back arched clean off the desk, a cry teared from her throat as she came, hard, her release flooding my mouth. I drank her down, licking every drop, before plunging my fingers back inside, working her through the aftershocks and right into another climax. Her moans filled the soundproofed room.
When she was shuddering and spent, I stood up. My belt was undone in seconds, I pushed my pants down and free my cock, which was painfully hard, jutting out and glistening at the tip already. I didn’t give her a moment to recover.
I just slammed into her, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal, deep thrust. Her scream was primal, her nails digging into my forearms. “Fuck! Yes!”
I didn’t hesitate, I set a punishing rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in, hard and deep. The desk rocked with every impact, the slap of skin on skin, her ragged cries with my own guttural grunts.
“Fuck, Max! I love the way you fuck me,” she sobbed, her legs wrapping around my waist, heels digging into the small of my back, pulling me deeper.
“You love this?” I snarled, grabbing her hips to hold her steady as I pounded into her, angling my thrusts to hit that sweet, deep spot. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent scream. “You love being taken on my desk? Being mine right here where I’m supposed to be working?”
“Yes! God, yes!” she chanted, her body clamping down on me like a vise, signaling another wave was building. “Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”
I leaned over her, bracing my hands on the desk on either side of her head, my pace becoming frantic, I could feel my own climax coiling tight in my gut.
Her inner muscles began to flutter around me, a rapid, rhythmic pulse that pulled me closer to the edge.
“Come for me, Amelia,” I growled into her ear. “Scream it, scream it baby.”