He must have been some kind of superman, because my self control was long gone where his refused to waver. I had to bite my lip to stop from shouting out, and Maxim’s hand on my arse pulled me in closer, making me murmur out a groan. Deliciously slowly, he eased out and I realised I could feel every millimeter of him as he slid out and my body clung on. When he pushed in again it was even slower and my whole body opened to him like some kind of flower turned towards the sun.
His cock was made to be inside me. Moving slowly, barely pulling in and out at all, his cockhead grazed over my g-spot with such precision that it felt like I was turning molten. All the strength had seeped out of me, and I was certain my body was going to combust. He’d turned me into a human fireball. I was set to immolate.
“Hush,” he whispered and there was a little more loss of control evident in him now – the sweat beading on the top of his lips making me taste salt as I kissed him and the way his eyes flickered like I was the best thing he’d ever had.
I believed it. This was magic. I couldn’t imagine anyone else doing what Maxim did to me.
The kisses he snatched were suddenly more hasty and I could feel that undeniable animal need building in him, masculine and primal and strong. But still he didn’t change pace.
I experimented, tensing my pussy around him and releasing, trying to massage him without my hands, and he let out a stunted groan. God I wanted him so badly.
“Max please. Come for me. Come deep inside me.”
Somehow, he managed to keep his motions slow and stealthy beneath the blanket, but I felt him tense at that and his cock hardened impossibly inside of me until he was pure steel and I was impaled on every single inch of him.
My body clenched hungrily and Maxim’s eyes widened briefly, his gasp sharp and urgent, tumbling as he collapsed into me. I felt his cock pulse just a moment before he shot his cum deep inside of me in long waves and the first of them tipped me over too.
Maxim’s hot mouth on mine smothered my cry as my whole body tensed and shook, milking him for all that he had. He rolled me over, finally, bearing me down into the cool grass as I shook with need for him.
I didn’t care that we were still in our clothes. I didn’t care that we must have been attracting some kind of attention, no matter what Maxim said, writhing underneath our blanket, with our food and our champagne forgotten.
When the world came back to me, he was holding me close and I smiled up at him, loving the weight of him pressing me down into the ground. He was still inside me, and I wasn’t going to let him move until he slipped out me of his own accord.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered and I arched my neck up, straining to reach his lips until he relented and ducked down to kiss me all over again, still slow and hazy. I never wanted the afternoon to end.
CHAPTER 28
Maxim
Jean Alaman’s name was the only one underlined on the front page of Pierce’s book.
Regardless, I scanned the whole lot over to Valentin and asked him to send over any relevant information in return.
I already had an idea of what to expect. If we were right and this was a list of contacts then Mr Alaman was going to be embroiled in our financial affairs somewhere along the line, and no doubt he had access to the same kind of information on a number of the other property owners that Sutherland had decided to target.
The files I asked Valentin for came through by encrypted email a few days later and Elizabeth and I spent most of the morning going over them.
I showed her the process, step by step. How to plot our approach.
The files held as much detail as was in the public domain, a few pictures, where possible, address, place of work. Some things that involved more specialist contacts, such as itemised credit card statements and the log of all the journeys made, tapping in and out of the transport system. All these things Valentin could pay someone to procure and bundle into a neat file.
It was a lot of paperwork to go through, and as bad as it was for the environment, the only way to go through it all properly was in hard copy. The laser printer filled the room with noise all morning.
“I’ll plant some trees to make up for it,” I reassured Elizabeth, and she chuckled to herself when she picked up the first few sheets, hot off the printer.