Heir's Affair

TWO-2

Max leaned in at her side, losing his mouth in her hair until it was pressed against her ear. “Now you’re getting it, baby,” he murmured and slid his hand to her inner thigh, massaging the flesh between the top of her thigh-high and her panties.

It went higher until the edge of his finger touched the lace of her crotch and that was when she grabbed his wrist to pull it back down to her knee.

“Don’t,” she whispered. Lowering her glass to the bar, she turned her head toward his, which was only an inch away. “I’m sorry I touched you, that was… rude.”

But his heavy eyes weren’t offended; he leaned in to kiss the corner of her mouth. “You’re good at being rude, angel,” he said and picked up her hand to put it back on his thigh. Pressing his palm against her knuckles, he slid her hand all the way up until it was covering the bulge behind his fly. “And you got my attention in all the right places.”

“I don’t want that attention from you,” she whispered.

The most shameful part of that statement was its dishonesty, because some secret, naughty part of her did want it.

“Too bad, gorgeous, ‘cause you’ve got it… and it ain’t going anywhere.”

“Can you just pick a pet name and stick with it?” she snapped in an uncharacteristic burst of anger.

Every time he used a different one it made her think that he did this with every woman; tossing out different names, showing no commitment to any, like their identities were interchangeable. It was insulting to be lumped in with every other female who’d ever crossed his path.

Except, she shouldn’t care, didn’t care before they’d kissed and now…

Tally felt off-balance and sick. Not disgusted, just confused, and aroused, and angry at herself. The impatience itching under her skin wanted to grab his hand and drag him out to that alley the bartender had mentioned, proving what a disappointment she was to her employer and to her gender.

He eased back a little. “Okay, Boss, you got it… I’ve got no problem following your orders. You like to be in charge, baby? Like to keep your guy in line?”

She hated the way his hand was stroking her lower back. It was making her relax in all the wrong ways. Her lungs were getting tighter as her sense began to dwindle.

“You’re not my guy,” she whispered.

“Okay, casual, you got it, Boss… whatever you want.”

Gulping more liquor, Tally surprised herself by being the one to pick up the bottle this time. “You said I had to belong to you to survive. It’s a show, right?”

Marginalizing what had happened was supposed to ensure that it didn’t happen again.

“Sure, baby,” he murmured and pushed her hair away from her shoulder, but he didn’t get the message. He used her locks to force her head aside so he could close his lips over the side of her neck.

She was supposed to be here to talk business, to tell him about his father, and put the proposition to him. She wasn’t supposed to be here to seduce him or be seduced.

“Mr. Flynn,” she said, struggling to find her voice as his lips caressed her neck and found her shoulder to follow her collarbone. “Please, we have… business.”

“We sure do,” he said and his hand tried to move higher again. “You tell me what you want, Boss. Where do you wanna be touched?”

She yelped and had to brace when he suddenly spun the seat of her stool. Tally found herself facing away from him. He yanked her back, pulling her between his legs again. One powerful arm curved around her and he slid her to the back edge of her stool, pulling her a*s into his erection and her back to his chest.

He kept on kissing her neck, and she exhaled when he sucked lightly and sent a skitter of needles from her throat to her breasts that weren’t neglected of his attention. When Max grazed his hands over her chest, she quickly combed her fingers through the ends of her hair to cover up the action.

The bartender had threatened to throw them out the last time he’d touched her there and she didn’t want to get into trouble. But Max took her action as encouragement.

His warm laugh on her shoulder loosened her further. “Nice,” he grumbled into her. “You like that, Boss? Like it when I play with your cans? You’ve got some set, they feel real good. I bet they taste even better.”

His squeeze got more insistent. In an involuntary move, she pushed her hips back hard, showing her appreciation by wriggling against him. But he liked it and anchored himself to give her security in her grinding.

Tally curled her fingers into his thighs, digging her nails into him through his jeans. “God, you’re good at this,” she whispered without meaning to say anything.

But her senses weren’t working on full capacity. For some reason, her entire being had been reduced to her erogenous zones. Tally had become little more than a raw, eager hormone. But she was struggling to fight his appeal. It had been so long since she’d had any male attention, and the intensity of Max’s attention was unique in her experience.

Lifting her arm, Tally coiled it around his head and clenched her fingers in his hair. Max curled further around her to kiss her throat and upper chest, and when she couldn’t take it anymore, she used her tight grip to pull him up so she could fumble her mouth over his.

Kissing him was the end of her resolve.

Something about the way his tongue took control of hers made her forget everything about who she was and how she was supposed to behave.

“Get a room!” someone hollered.

Blinking open her dazed eyes, Tally turned to see she was in prime, central view of the whole room. Everyone in the place was watching her and Max here at the bar acting worse than a couple of horny teenagers.

Shit.

This was bad.

Except…

She wasn’t as self-conscious as she should be. In fact, she smiled.

Oh, God, this was one of those crazy moments in life. Those once in a life time opportunities to say to hell with consequences. Tally hadn’t been crazy in a long time. In truth, she’d never been this crazy.

Man, she wanted to be crazy.

Insane, crazy.

Right now.

Leaping from her stool, out of Max’s arms, she picked up her glass and tossed back the last of her drink before grabbing her clutch in one hand and Max’s wrist in the other. Pulling him toward the back of the bar, she sought the exit sign and laughed when a chorus of whoops and cheers followed them out of the room and down a corridor past the restrooms.

Shoving the metal bar on the rear fire exit door, they burst into the cold air of the dark, shadowy alley. But she didn’t slow down, she pulled him across it and into a doorway before dropping her clutch to the ground.

Hitching up her skirt, Tally caught the elastic of her underwear and drew it down her legs. “Boss—”

“Shut up and do what you’re told,” she said, more alive than she’d ever been as she stuffed her panties into his jacket pocket and grabbed his buckle to loosen his jeans.

“Yes, mam,” he said and bent to pick her up.

This was insane.

There was still time to tell him she didn’t want to go all the way. But he kissed her and that was it, decision made. Of all the times she could choose to be crazy, this probably wasn’t the best one. But she’d never felt so base, so in need, so wanted.

The head of his d**k stretched her to her limit and she hissed, but he was on a mission and pushed in hard.

“Oh, f**k,” she yelped in pain and smacked his shoulder in reflex. “Ow!”

“f**k,” he ground out in a groan from the back of his throat. “I thought you were prepped.”

She was, she’d never been so wet, as evidenced by the dampness she’d felt in her panties as she drew them down.

“Go hard,” she said and he surged forward, but she cried out and he swore again.

His head bumped on the door behind her as he slapped the steel with the side of his fist. “s**t! You’re so f*****g tight. You have done this before, right?”

Panting, she reassured herself by rubbing his shoulders. “In an alley with a stranger? No.”

“s*x,” he said. “You have been f****d before, right?”

The last thing she wanted was for her inadequacies to make him withdraw, so she smiled and kissed him. “Not by a real man.”

That compliment made him groan again. She smiled so wide that he almost smiled back before pushing his forehead onto hers. He took a slow breath then slid his hands to her hips and held her tightly as he worked himself back and forth, taking a gentler approach to easing his way inside.

Kissing her jaw, he rubbed his cheek on hers. “How’s that feel, Boss?”

Biting her lip, she whimpered and nodded. “Amazing.”

“Good,” he purred out and drew back to push in harder.

“Yes,” she exhaled. “f**k me.” She didn’t usually swear and using the primitive words sent a frisson of arousal zipping through her. “Please, f**k me hard.” Turning her face against him, she kissed and rubbed her mouth on his angular jaw. “Do me fast and hard. Right here.”

Now that he was all the way inside her, he could pick up the pace and she got what she wanted; he surged in deep making her call out in delight at their achievement. But he didn’t slow down, he pumped hard, his d**k loosening her passage with every thrust.

Tally clenched hard and dug her teeth into his jaw when o****m hit her like a freight train. His c****x wasn’t far behind and she bucked against him to meet that final thrust though his pelvis slammed hers so hard it smashed into the solid steel door behind her.

They both took a second to recover. His panting frizzed her hair and she breathed against his throat while coming to terms with the shame of what she’d just done.

This was bad.

She felt amazing.

But this was bad.

Oh, so very bad.

Max shifted his mouth down to her hairline. “I’ve always heard the classiest chicks like it dirtiest,” he said and inched back to put her on her feet. Tally pulled her skirt back down as he fastened his jeans. When he’d put himself together, he ducked to grab her clutch from the concrete. She took her purse in one hand, Max took the other and linked their fingers to lead her down the alley. “Come on, my place is just a block over.”

His place where they’d probably drink more and would definitely have more s*x. If they hadn’t been able to contain themselves in a public bar, she’d never be able to resist him in his private apartment.

“No,” she said, taking her hand back when they hit the street. “I…” She couldn’t even look at him now and the alcohol was beginning to make her feel sick. “I have to go.”

“Go?” he asked. “Where the f**k do you have to go?”

Stepping off the sidewalk, Tally saw a cab driving toward them and held out a hand to hail it. “I’m sorry, Mr. Flynn, I… someone will be in touch.” The cab stopped and she opened the door. She put one foot in and then felt that she should say something else, but what the hell should she say? “I, uh… I had a good time, thanks.” Slipping into the cab, Tally gave her address and then clenched her fists and punched the seat beneath her thighs while she bounced her head off the backrest. “s**t! s**t! s**t!”

“Good night?” the driver asked.

Taking a long breath, she narrowed her eyes on the dark street whizzing past. “Oh, yeah. I just f****d my entire life in one night.”

“Sorry to hear that,” the driver said. “But, hey, your boyfriend looked pretty upset that you cut out on him.”

Sure he did, she’d just pulled the plug on a night of debauchery. He’d probably go back into that bar and everyone would jeer and cheer, but they’d paid for the liquor, he might as well drink it. Hell, that one stone would keep him in liquor for the rest of the year.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” she said. “He’s my boss’ son.”

The driver wasn’t so quick to respond this time. “Oh, yeah, huh… that might not have been smart.”

“Tell me about it,” she muttered and closed her eyes as her head fell back again.

Good going, Tally, well-f*****g-done.