Page 11 of Midnight Heat

He doesn't hesitate and thrusts into my hot channel. My juices are overflowing, allowing him to slide easily inside me. When he's completely sheathed in me, I swear it feels like he's come home to me—like the world around me is perfect at. So I gasp when he pulls out. He rests his forehead against mine and then continues to slam into me in a punishing rhythm.

I think this man is going to ruin me for all men. No one else will ever be able to take me to these heights. I'm pretty sure of that, but right now, it doesn't matter. Nothing really matters but this moment between us. Our breathing is ragged, and beads of sweat start appearing on his chest from all the exertion.

Grabbing onto him, I let myself go. The friction of our hot bodies is helping me get to that point where I just ignite and burst into flames. I can feel my orgasm building fast, and Max's possessive hold on me helps it along. When the pleasure is almost too much to bear, I start convulsing around his cock, and I scream out his name.

He keeps thrusting, but it's like a dam has been broken, and my pussy milking his cock makes him start pumping erratically until I feel the warm jets of his cum painting my womb. Max lies on his back and pulls me into his arms. He reaches for something on the nightstand, and I realize it's a small towel when he gently separates my legs and starts cleaning me thoroughly.

When he is done, he takes hold of me again and kisses my forehead. I shiver and he covers me with the bedsheet. I'm not cold, not really. It's just that all of this is very overwhelming. I don't know what tomorrow will bring, but I'm a little bit terrified of it.

I'm pretty sure today is Sunday, but unlike yesterday, I wake up alone in bed. It's ten in the morning. I don't usually sleep this late, but Max's stamina is up there with the gods. I might need to call in sick tomorrow. What a horrible first impression I will make. As it is, I think I'm going to have to place an ice pack between my legs to ease the soreness.

I try to listen to see if I can figure out where Max is in the house, and I realize there's a bag at the end of the bed. I reach for it and find clothes, underwear, and even some fancy sandals. Are these for me? They have the tags on, so I know they're new. I lean forward and see a note has fallen to the floor.

Shower and get dressed, we're going on an adventure!

I grab the bag and hurry to the bathroom to do my man's bidding. Whoa, girl, what's this about 'my man'? You're a strong, independent woman. You don't need a man. I sigh and realize that perhaps I don't need a man, but I want this man. And that's wrong to feel after only two days. I'll need to say goodbye to him tonight and I don't know if I'll have the strength to do it.

After I shower and get dressed I go looking for Max. I hear his voice coming in from an office downstairs so I head in that direction. I gently knock on the door and stand where he can see me. He waves me over and ends his phone call. I walk over to where he's sitting and stand between his legs. He looks amazing in a t-shirt and jeans, looking relaxed and happy.

"Thank you for the clothes,” I say. “Where are we going today?"

"Oh, I thought we'd spend some time under the sun. Maybe go sailing?"

"Um… I'm not really friends with the sea."

"Just try it. You might enjoy it. Can you swim?"

"Yeah, it's just…"

"What is it, kitten?" His fingers tease the waistband of my shorts.

"The sea is unpredictable."

"I'll take care of you, baby. Don't worry about a thing."

With that declaration, I guess I can go sailing as long as he's by my side. I try and push some sad memories back down and hold his head against my chest when he kisses me between my breasts. He gets up and we leave the comfort of his McMansion. We drive around for a bit and get some brunch. The mimosas are scrumptious and what if my cholesterol levels go off the roof from eating more eggs and bacon again this morning?

When we reach the marina, my stomach starts to act up. I try to do some deep breathing exercises that the therapist gave me years ago, and that helps lower my unease. Thankfully, as soon as we're on the deck of his boat, which is kind of a tiny yacht, he puts a safety vest on me, and my nerves ease quite a bit.

The afternoon goes by quickly, and I cherish each moment I spend with this remarkable man. Once we're back on dry land, Max takes me to a steakhouse to eat—I told him I loved a good steak—and he wines and dines me. As the night starts closing in on us, my mood goes somber, but I still try to match Max's enthusiasm.

Back at his house he starts talking dirty to me, which he now knows I love, and soon we're on the bed delighting in each other's kisses and caresses—never on the lips, though.

Late at night, when Max is in a deep sleep, I slip out of the house and call a cab. My heart is breaking, but if I spend one more minute with this man, my heart might belong to him completely.

Chapter 5

Maxwell

Iwake up in the best mood I've had in over ten years. I can't believe I found this amazing woman and spent all weekend making her mine. A pang in my chest makes me hesitate. I think I'm going to ask her to move in with me. I know things are moving pretty fast on my side, but I never thought I'd be able to have these feelings again.

Of course, I'll never be able to love her. You only get one soulmate in this lifetime, and I've already had mine and lost her to illness. But Ashley makes me feel alive again. For that, I'll give her the world.

I look around. She's not here, so she must be elsewhere in the house. I'm glad she's making herself comfortable. This will be her home from now on.

I'm hard for my kitten, but I get up and put on some boxers and a t-shirt. I need to find her to talk with her about our plans. I brush my teeth and then go searching for her. I call out her name, but she doesn't answer. A feeling of dread starts growing in my chest, and suddenly I can't breathe. Finally, after looking everywhere and even out where the pool is, I have to accept the truth. She left without a word of goodbye.

To prevent myself from wallowing in regret—I should have asked her to stay last night—I start getting ready for work. This week is off to a bad start, and unfortunately, knowing myself, my employees are going to pay the price. As I get dressed, I rack my brain with thoughts of how I could have prevented this from happening.