“I missed this side of you.” He said into my neck, kissing it softly. I wasn’t sure if he wanted to be my bodyguard again, or my boyfriend again. But I couldn’t deny his pull on me. I loved him and still do.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, we were griding like we used to.
“Where did you go?” I finally asked him.
“I saw the Maximo-appointed-bodyguard in the parking garage after I dropped you off. I knew they were already in the building and knowing you, you got tired of waiting and decided to go up to your apartment, so I rounded the corner and reconned until I found the best time to intervene.”
“And you chose now?” I asked, curiously. Why now? Because we were all high? Drunk? “If Maximo sees you, he will kill you.”
“I don’t care.” James smiled at me before kissing me on the lips. I kissed him back hard. Oh shit. I’m in trouble.
I pulled back. “James, I can’t do this.” I backed away from him. He shook his head no and put his hands up behind his head. I could tell he was pissed, but he is easier to evade than Maximo.
I walked back to the VIP section and sat down on the sofa. I needed to find a way to get back on Maximo’s good side so I could bring James back into the fold. The only problem is, I couldn’t stop thinking about James’s hands on my body. His kiss. The way he made me ignite inside by just looking at me. He truly is my sexual desire, but then there’s Maximo. He can switch back and forth between being gentle and rough and fucks me like no other, but he also hurts me constantly.
I must have been daydreaming because Maximo was snapping his fingers in front of my face. “What are you thinking about, mi amore?” His words were harsh, yet sweet?
“I’m thinking about a good fuck, actually.” I tilted my head, looking at him through my eyelashes. I saw him take a deep breath and blow it out slowly. I think the Wink has fully gotten to both of us. “I miss the better times, Maximo. We have never had good times, but we have had better times than this.” I was rambling.
“I miss you.” He blurted out before sitting forward and leaning on his knees. “I miss the better times too.” He then said. I smiled. This was the most meaningful thing he has said to me.
“Then prove it.” I said getting up and began walking towards the club office. James must have left, but I knew he would be close by if needed.
To my surprise, Maximo followed me. He walked slowly behind me with his hands in his pockets.
Oh shit, I’m in trouble.
I walked into the office, taking a seat on the large black desk by the glass windows overlooking the dance floor. Maximo followed, closing the door.
“So?” I asked him as he walked over to me.
“So?” He answered, annoyed. “Take your dress off.” He said dryly.
“Make me.” I answered, bored. This made him smile. His smile was venomous and hungry. He likes the fight.
I leaned back on the desk and shook my short hair and threw my head back. I crossed my legs, but I felt his hand at my ankle, running his finger up and down my leg. He slid his hand between my knees and pushed my legs apart and stepped in between them. “I said, take off your dress, mi amore.”
Before I could come up with a snarky comeback, he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my face to meet his. He kissed me hard, biting my bottom lip. He pulled the front of my dress down, exposing my breasts. He kissed down my neck to my breasts, pulling one nipple into his mouth at a time. I gasped, I forgot how good he was at this.
He grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist before picking me up and pushing me against the wall.
He continued to kiss me and my neck. He snuggled his nose into the base of my neck, taking in a deep breath. “Ah, mi amore, mi amore, mi amore.” He set me back down on the desk before walking backwards to sit on the sofa in the middle of the room. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, sitting down. He spread his arms across the back of the sofa and motioned for me to ‘come here’.
I hesitated, which seemed to piss him off. “Fallon, what’s the problem? I thought you wanted this, what we used to be. What we used to be is passionate lovers, so get the fuck over here.”
I stood up, dropping my dress to the floor. He watched me with hungry eyes. “Are you sure you want this Maximo?” He nodded, biting his lower lip. He met me halfway to the sofa, I guess I was walking too slow for his liking. He pulled me close into him and picked me up, walking over to the desk and sitting me down before pushing me back to lay down. He pulled my legs up on his shoulders and began kissing my inner thighs.
His touch sent vibrations up my thighs to my sex. He began twirling my clit with his fingers, teasing me. He entered his fingers in and out of me, finding my G-spot. When I was about to cum, he slammed into me, making me moan.
He fucked me hard on that desk. He made me remember why I missed us. I didn’t miss us as a couple, but rather the sex.
God I was in deep again, how could he do all the horrible things he has to me and pull me back in by just touching me.
Shit.