Against the Ropes
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“I thought you didn’t like to talk dirty.” His voice is rough, gravelly, and hoarse with need.
“I thought the circumstances warranted a little dirty talk. We are in a filthy, garbage-strewn back alley after all. You sure know how to show a girl a good time.”
“Christ.” He rips open the condom and sheaths himself. “Every time I think I’ve figured you out, you do something that makes me think I don’t know you at all.”
“I didn’t know this about me either,” I whisper. “You’ve made me into a wild, wicked, wanton woman.”
He slides his hands under my bottom and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his body and the coat swings around us, hiding us from view.
“You were always a wild, wicked, wanton woman,” he chuckles. “You just needed someone to set her free.” He slides inside me with one long, hard thrust.
Oh God. So good. So big. So hard. I groan and tighten my arms around Max’s shoulders.
A sharp nip on my lip makes me gasp, and then he thrusts his tongue inside me, easing it in and out with the promise of what is to come. The ache of need burns through my body. He pulls his lips away and drags his mouth over my nipple, teasing it between his teeth until it peaks. Then he nips gently, and my body turns liquid.
A thin whine escapes me. I manage one slide up and down before he pushes me against the wall and grabs my hips, holding me still.
“I won’t last, baby. And you’re not ready.”
“I am ready. I’ve been ready since I put on that trench coat and walked into your office.”
He slides his fingers between us and strokes around my swollen nub. “I want you to come as hard as I’m going to come. After what you pulled in there, I want to hear you scream.”
His hot, wet mouth closes around my other nipple. He sucks it into a peak then bites carefully. Pleasure pain shoots to my core, and my sex clenches around him.
“God, baby, I like to feel your response.” He bites again. I clench and moan.
“Please, don’t torture me.”
His eyes crinkle. “Almost there.”
Another kiss, harder this time, demanding, possessing. Trembles start in my core and spread outward to my fingers and toes. My eyes slit closed and I rock my hips against him.
“Now, baby. Let’s go for a ride.” He moves. Finally. In and out, the rhythm of his thrusts sending shockwaves through my body, winding me tighter and tighter until my fingers are pressed deep into his flesh.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
With a low laugh, he puts his hand between us and slides his thumb firmly up and around the aching bundle of nerves at my center. Up and around, over and over, slicking so near where I want him to go, I want to scream with frustration.
My voice becomes one long, uncontrollable whimper as he continues to pound into me. I am overwhelmed by sensation. The rough wall in my back, the cool silk brushing over my skin, the sharp tang of his cologne mixed with the sultry fetid scent of the alley, the sensual taste of him on my tongue, the intense, all-consuming need for release. My mind blanks.
“That’s it, baby. Just feel.” His fingers slide over my clit and he pinches. Hard.
Suddenly the alley sheets white and I explode. Spasms of intense pleasure rip through my body, and I arch my back and scream.
Max’s mouth covers mine, swallowing the sound of my orgasm. His hands slide under my bottom and he drives farther, deeper, changing to a hammering pace. With one last forceful jerk of his hips, he groans and swells, pulsing against my sensitive, swollen tissue. Another wave of tingles rolls through my body.
He holds me tight against him and presses his forehead against mine.
“Christ, Makayla,” he mumbles. “What you do to me.”
What I do to him? What about what he does to me? Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever imagined having sex in a back alley with a man I know so little and care so much about.
After one last, soft, sweet kiss, he lets me down and we straighten our clothes. He leans against the wall and holds me, his chin resting on my head, as if he doesn’t have a boardroom full of clients waiting for him. The traffic hums past, people laugh, a bird tweets overhead. We hold each other in comfortable silence until finally, he pulls away.
“You’ll never get rid of me now,” he says as we head back into the building.
“I wasn’t planning to get rid of you. Who else will appreciate my new penchant for dirty talk?”
We reach the elevator and he spins me around to face him. “You said you wanted to talk about something.”
My cheeks flame. Will he think I tried to seduce him to get my way? “I…um…it’s not that important.”
“It’s important to me.”
I bite my lip. “I…was wondering…if maybe you needed someone to do first aid at the club during the week, or even during the day on the weekend. If you did…I’m free. You wouldn’t have to pay me what you paid me before. I’m not really worth that much. But—”
His eyes soften and he cups my jaw and strokes his thumb over my cheek. “You want to work more often at my club?”
I nod, not sure where he’s going with this.
“Despite your issues with violence?”
I nod again. “Working on gym and training days isn’t really a problem. The problem is watching the fights.”
“So I would see more of you?”
My lips quiver. I hadn’t really thought of that. “I suppose so.”