Chapter 37. Yesterday had been nothing but unproductive.Amelia had spent the entire day in Maximo’s arms, tangled in warm sheets and deeper stares, doing absolutely nothing aside from letting herself exist in his touch. No plans. No museums. Just kisses, slow laughs, and the heat of his body pressed into hers until sleep stole them both.Now, she stood by the door, arms crossed, her lips pulled into the softest pout.A black pleated mini skirt wrapped snug around her hips, paired with a cream off-shoulder top that clung to her like a second skin. Her hair was tied up in a loose ponytail, and the soft nude heels made her legs look longer—sleek, and almost too tempting.Her lips pushed forward, pout deepening. “Do we have to go?”Maximo’s eyes dragged across her body, slow and deliberate.A hunger swirled beneath his gaze. “I told you I’d take you places. We have just a week, sugar. And I intend to utilize it.”His eyes resumed glaring at her, drinking her in—until her hips shifted sl
Chapter 29. The door to the closet opened and Amelia stepped out, her rene caovilla heels clicked against the marble floor, informing Maxiom of her arrival. His head turned, and slowly, his eyes found her. The tension in the air shifted. And breath hitched. Eyes locked against her, drinking in the boobs that sat perfectly in her tank top. His pupils were delighted, eyes cascading down to the low-waist black jeans shirt that hung dangerously low against her waist, outlining the curve of her waist. His eyes trailed down her long sexy legs, drinking them in, from where the flay of her skirt ended to her feet. His muscles twitched, lungs running short of air. Oh, damn it! She… she was the deadliest, sin at 5’8 and right this Instant he envisioned fisting his hand against her bouncy waist that sat down yet waist, while ramming himself into her. The weight of his gaze lingered, pressing further. Amelia shifted, standing on another leg, thighs shaking from how well his e
Chapter 36. The morning light filtered softly through the wide floor-to-ceiling windows of the black penthouse, kissing Amelia’s bare shoulder where the sheets had slipped. The cool air stirred gently across her skin, waking her before she even opened her eyes.She stirred slowly, turning in the silky sheets, only to find his gaze already on her.Maximo sat at the edge of the bed, dark eyes resting on her like he had been watching her for hours. Because he had been watching her for a long time indeed. Not touching. Just staring.His face was unreadable, but his stare was heavy. Like he was memorizing her. Their eyes met—and held.Neither of them said a word. God! The moment was heavenly! For a moment, there was only the soft hum of the city beyond the window and the quiet rise and fall of their breathing. Time stretched between them, delicate and full of something unnamed.His gaze dropped to her lips. Then back to her eyes. Still, he didn’t move.“Why are you staring?” Her voice
Chapter 35. Maximo’s breath grew harsher against her skin, his cock beginning to snap harder into her soaked cunt. Every thrust shoved her forward, her body jostling on the table, the wood creaking beneath her palms and the fear of being caught only made her tighter, stretching him so hard until he felt every inch of it.“Shit…” Maximo growled through gritted teeth, spanking her ass gently. “You’re fuckin’ choking me down there, Sugar.”“Ummmm…”Amelia whimpered, her breath hitching, eyes wide and glassy.His hand moved and yanked her hair back suddenly, a sharp tug that made her cry out, her back arching like a bow. He leaned over her, mouth dragging hot over her jaw.“Look at me,” he ordered, pulling her hair back brutally to look at him while fucking his way in and out of her.Amelia skin pricked, pussy clenching as she tried hard to look at him. Her lashes fluttered, lips parted, barely breathing.Maximo’s lips parted at the sultry little sight of her. “Fuck, you’re so pretty lik
Chapter 34.Amelia was still shaking from her orgasm, chest pressed against the polished surface of the museum display table, breath catching in her throat.Maximo didn’t give her a moment. Every fucking in of him wanted to be in her. To be buried in her sweet delicious pussy. With a low growl, he slid out of her slowly—her slickness clinging to him, trailing in a string between them. “Ummmm…”Amelia gasped, an unbidden moan. Her thighs trembling from how empty she suddenly felt.But then, his voice came in, hoarse. “Bend over,” he ordered, voice low, thick with command.She barely had time to blink before his hands were on her hips, spinning her around and pressing her chest flat over the cold table. Her body still in sensation, as her cheek met the smooth surface, her lips parting in a breathless whimper. One of his knees nudged her legs wider, opening her up to him. His palm pressed into the small of her back, firm, grounding her.And then—He grabbed his cock, stroking it gentl
Chapter 33. Maximo's lips stretched into a smile. Then he moved his cock to her wet entrance and positioned himself against the bliss, eyes holding onto her. His cock dragged through her folds, slow and steady, teasing her slick entrance. Amelia’s breath hitched against her throat, sensation peppering her skin. The swollen head bumped her clit once— twice—pulling a breathless whisper from her throat.Then slowly, he pushed himself into her, sinking himself in with a deliberate slowness that made her feel every inch of the intrusion as he filled her in. Amelia's head fell backward. “Yes!” She screamed, arching onto him. Maximo’s veins twitched, body stiffened from how hard her hole was gripping him. He bottomed down a groan, hips flushed against hers. “Fuck… sugar. You are so tight.”A soft gasp slipped past her lips, her body trembling as she struggled to let out a word. “You… you feel—so— so deep—”Maximo stilled against her core, not moving. He just remained there, buried