Leaning forward, I took his left earlobe in between my teeth and nipped it, hard, causing him to inhale sharply, his large hands grabbing my arse and squeezing. His cock hardened rapidly underneath me and I reached down and clamped a hand over it, excited by how rock solid and wet it felt.
His nose flared as I buried his face in between my tits, encouraging him to squeeze my arse harder. With his hands locked securely around my waist, he guided me slowly over his cock as I rocked my hips to the sexy beat, our eyes fixed on each other the whole time, the sensuality of what we were doing almost maddening.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispered.
He began slamming down onto his cock, and I threw my head back in laughter as he kissed his way up my tits to my neck, sucking a spot fervently. Everything was going according to plan. I arched my back, letting out a moan as he watched me deliriously, pinching my nipples harder and harder through my shirt fabric till I was gasping aloud. He tore my top buttons hastily and dipped his hands in, cupping my tits. I shoved a nipple into his eager mouth, my sex throbbing. God, I needed him. I needed him in me so badly. Even though this was a revenge mission, I missed this.
Writhing uncontrollably, he lifted his hips as though he was thrusting into me and ground me harder. Fixing a hand at the back of my head, he propelled me forward and growled darkly. “Fuck. Kiss me, Cherry. While you make me come, I want you to kiss me.”
I whimpered in agreement, my tongue sliding up against his and our bodies moving rhythmically like a rocking chair. He moaned deep into my mouth, his tongue fighting for dominance and our kiss became intense. I wasn’t giving in and his hands on my arse were becoming painful, almost as though he was out of control.
I felt his muscles go rigid, his face stuck in a delirious smile.
He was about to come.
Here was the finale.
I pulled back abruptly, and stood, smiling and feeling like a bad bitch as I swiped my hair back from my sweaty face into a tight ponytail. “Go come somewhere else, motherfucker.” I snickered at him.
Disappointment flashed across his eyes and he snapped, standing up to grab my arm. He dragged me outside forcefully, toward his car. “I’ve had enough of this nonsense. It ends now!”
I whipped his hand off. “Screw you. You have no right to tell me what to do.”
“I told you to never come back to this fucking place, Elaine,” his face contorted into something ugly as he stepped closer. Too close for comfort. Just when I thought he’d hit me, he planted his hands on my shoulders, his nails digging into the hollow of my joints. “You’re so stubborn!”
“You also told me you won’t come here as well. And tonight, if I hadn’t stepped in, you’d have slept with that girl.”
“Elaine, get into the car. Now.”
“Fuck you. Stop telling me what to do.”
“You think I’m thrilled about that? Putting up with your obstinate arse is the least of my problems now. It’s late. Get into the car, I’ll drive you home.”
“No,” I persisted, folding my arms carefully over my chest. “I’m going back in.”
The bartender interrupted us now, a frown on his face. He looked from Max to me, then back to Max”I’m sorry but, is anything the matter?”
“Who are you?” Max said, shaking with rage. “You have no right to interfere in our matter. Get out,” he turned to me. “Elaine, get in the fucking car or God helps me…”
I blew out a sigh, my gaze flickering between Max and the bartender. I was torn between doing what I felt was right and what my heart wanted me to do. If I chose to go with the bartender, I’d lose Max forever. If I went with Max, I’d have had to keep letting him boss me around and treat me like dirt.
I had to do what I felt was right, fuck Max.
And with that thought, I turned, pulling the bartender with me toward the club.
“Elaine,” Max yelled. “You don’t know what you’ve just done.”
I turned and flipped him the bird. “Fuck you.”
He whirled around in fury, kicking the side of his Aston Martini and falling into a heap on the floor, clutching his toe. It took all my willpower not to look back at him. To feel any pity. This was the beginning. He had more coming his way.
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I didn’t get to think about the weighty implications of what I’d done to Max the night before till I woke up with a hangover by five the next morning after.
Holy fuck.
Scratch that.
With my head banging as though it’d been hit with a pestle, I drew back to rest my back against the headboard, my brain still fuzzy, thanks to the alcohol, yet the only thing I could think about was what I’d said to him. Where the hell did I get such courage to say such harsh words and disobey the father of my son?
There was no way in hell I was ever going to touch alcohol again. I blamed it for everything that happened. I also blamed myself. Showing myself to him was bad enough, but giving him a lap dance as well? That was pushing things too far. I knew his biggest weakness was me and I took advantage of it to get back at him. I acted like a cheap, vengeful whore.
Oh, God.
With these thoughts, I found myself at the office by eight after I’d dropped Finn off at school, waiting for him to arrive. Perhaps, he’d really hurt himself last night with that kick. Or maybe he’d gone to another club and slept with someone else? I placed about in the corridor, minutes from throwing up all over the place. Such gross misconduct on my part, I didn’t even know what to think of myself anymore.
The elevator bell dings and the doors slid open. My heart thrummed faster as I reluctantly lifted my eyes to meet his, taking in his puffed, reddened eyes and disheveled hair.
Holy crap. He looked like someone on crack. I’d damaged him pretty much last night, and I didn’t even know how to make amends.
Regret weighed down my shoulders as he averted his eyes and brushed past me, holding his left knee as he limped.
Shit, he’d broken his ankle last night when he’d kicked the side of his car. Oh God, I needed to do something. Thankfully, he opened his office door and went in, but didn’t shut it, which was an invitation for me to come in.
I shut the door quietly, turning to face him squarely with tears in my eyes. “I… I… I don’t even know where to start, Max.”
He halted in front of his desk, plopping his briefcase down, then carefully sat down on the chair reserved for guests instead of his so he wouldn’t have to look at me.
“Your ankle is fractured because of me,” I whispered, remorseful. “I’m so sorry. Everything I did last night was because of the alcohol. I wasn’t thinking straight, Max.”
No words. Just silence.
“Are you okay? You look terrible. Why didn’t you get enough sleep last night?”
Again, he didn’t answer.
Sighing, I marched up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. His blue eyes were droopy as he shrugged my hand off. “Go away, Elaine.”
“No, we need to talk. It’s urgent. You’re not fine.”
My heart was aching for him pretty badly. There was nothing I wanted more than to wrap him up in my arms and hold him close, whisper in his ears how sorry I was over and over again. I wasn’t sure if he was ever going to forgive me for last night, but I hoped that someday we’d put the past behind us.
He snorted. “Well, thanks to you, I’m far from fine.”
“I’m sorry.” I pleaded once more.
“Sorry’s useless in this case, Elaine,” he frowned at the files on his desk. “The harm’s already been done. I’m supposed to be on bed rest, to let my ankle heal, but here I am. I have no choice but to work.”
“You don’t have to,” I murmured, resting my butt on the desk’s edge. “Why don’t we go out today? Say, for coffee or lunch? Anything you like.”
He shook his head. “I don’t feel like it. I’d rather go home.”
“Can I come?” I said after a minute’s silence. He blew out a deflated breath and leaned back on his seat.
“And what would you do in my house? Elaine, everything’s changed between us. You should know that yourself. We have absolutely nothing to gain by forcing conversations until you make up your mind to stop visiting Dreams and do everything I tell you to do. You’re the mother of my child, and how will he feel if he finds out that his mother often goes to a club to whore herself with other men? I can’t stand it.”
“But you were there yourself, too,” I raised my chin up defiantly. “And you were going to let that redhead girl give you a lap dance if I hadn’t stepped in.”
He screwed his face up. “That’s where you’re wrong. She was making advances, yes, but I wasn’t planning to take her up on it. I would never. Not with all I’ve been discovering these past couple of days. A one-time fling is the last thing on my mind.”
“But you were there,” I insisted. “We both have to stay away from Dreams. For Finn.”
“I was only there because of my friends. Felix is moving to Mexico to take over his father’s winery and last night was his last with us. I had no idea I’d find you there, Elaine,” he hung his head in shame. “I’m still trying to come to terms with the fact that I have a son I barely even know, so, please. Go easy on me.”
I squatted down and lifted his left foot, riding his suit pant up to inspect his ankle. Rubbing my fingers over the broken area, I almost cried when he winced, wrenching his leg from my grasp.
Guilt blazed through my veins. I needed to fix this.
“Let me take care of you, Max,” I mumbled softly. “Please. I miss you. I miss us.”
He closed his eyes in pain. “Us should’ve ended a long time ago, Elaine.”
“No,” I grabbed his hand. “Us is still very much alive. It hasn’t ended and it never will.”
“Elaine…” he exhaled.
I pressed a finger to his lips boldly, silencing him. “Shh. Don’t say a word. Why don’t we skip work and go to your place? I’ll make lunch and we’ll straighten things out, once and for all like two mature adults. I won’t take no for an answer.”
He watched me silently for a few minutes, rolling his eyes at last. “Alright. Fine.”