This was some kind of out of body experience and I had to have more.
Maxim was deadly. And I was too far gone to care. This was exactly where I was supposed to be and I would have let him do anything he wanted, because I wanted him too. I couldn’t believe this was me.
Not that I had all that much to go on, but God, he made me feel like the sexiest woman alive. I had no idea how I was going to get through a shift at the bar after he pulled away. I was aching to have him inside me.
I wanted to tell everyone what a god he was. And I wanted to do that again, and again and again. I couldn’t stop thinking about his cock and how hard it had been inside his jeans. How large it must be to press so solidly against me, even through his clothes.
I couldn’t imagine how he’d been holding himself back and I couldn’t wait for him to let himself go.
I was a quivering, boneless wreck, slumped against the door when he finally got up off the floor. I’d lost count of how many orgasms I’d had, or how much time had past.
His hand tangled in my hair as he pulled me in towards his mouth and when he kissed me I could taste myself on his lips and tongue. Sweaty and sweet and intimate and so impossibly sexy.
He was still rock hard, but he didn’t seem to care. Like a gentlemen, he pulled up my knickers, slowly pulled my zip up, and rebuttoned my fly and I wanted to beg him not to. I almost flung my arms around him and followed him back out to his motorcycle.
But we both knew I couldn’t do that. “Can I see you again?”
I was his forever. Just like that.
All I could do was nod.
I had no idea how I was going to last without his touch. I could feel the goofy grin on my face. I was still weak in the knees. There wasn’t a single part of me that could have said no.
CHAPTER 9
Elizabeth
On break, I slipped into the office.
The small room was part storage room, part everything else and the tiny desk was crowded with so much paperwork it had to be a fire hazard. The computer was stacked up on a couple of catering company catalogs, and that was what I was after.
Cassie poked her head around the door just as I’d hit go on my Google search of Maxim Toropov and I cringed internally as the screen loaded and she leaned on the back of the computer chair to get a better look.
“Who’s that?”
I shrugged, trying to play it casual, but the heat in my cheeks had already given me away. How could I be cool when all I could think about was what he’d done to me in the laundry room just down the hall? “Some guy I met.”
I was ruined for life. No other man was ever going to be able to touch me. I’d be comparing them all to him, and I had no doubt what he’d done with his tongue could never be replicated.
Cassie offered me a Malteaser from the packet on the desk and took one for herself. I sucked the chocolate off as the biscuit ball crumbled in my mouth, trying not to focus too hard on the first image of him that came up.
Shades and a sharp suit, he was walking into the airport looking like some kind of billionaire jet setter. I felt my nipples tense uncomfortably, rubbing against the inside of my bra.
The first search entry was a magazine article titled ‘Who is Maxim Toropov?’ and I clicked through with trepidation to a spread of useless speculation and pictures of him at the edges of various A-List events, mostly in the background, but occasionally sharing drinks with recognisable celebrities, a few minor royals and cousins of dukes. He always had large sunglasses on, always standing half way in the shadow.
Not a single picture showed as much of his face as I’d already seen, and his facial hair changed from one shot to the next so I couldn’t even be sure they were really all the same man.
Apparently he was on a list of most eligible bachelors. His profile stated he kept a notoriously low profile, operating his own security company after leaving the army following two tours of duty. He operated internationally but had residency in the UK, although his address was a closely guarded secret. When showing his face at events, he’d been spotted in sports cars of varying models.
“That’s not just some guy.” Cassie whistled as she scanned the article. “Holy hell, he’s got to be doing something shady. Would you look at that list of cars he’s got?”