“If spanking’s what you like we can do that.”
He made a noise like an angry bear. “You’re playing with fire pissing me off like this.”
“Nope, I like being spanked. If you’re with the right guy it feels so good, that hot stinging feeling—”
Max broke his unreceptive stance, gripping her ass and squeezing it roughly. “Don’t talk to me about other men.”
“Ooh, a jealous streak.” Julia kissed the curve of his ear. “I can’t talk about spanking, I can’t talk about other men. What can I talk about, Max? Would you like to talk about how much I want to fuck you? How wet I get whenever I see you in uniform?”
Julia didn’t know who the drunk sexy bitch talking was but she kind of loved her. A feeling Max clearly didn’t share. He yanked her closer, bringing her hips flush against his. “Why are you still like this? Didn’t I get you off ten minutes ago?”
“We both know that was just a preview of what you can do. I want more.”
Max groaned, a tight, strangled sound that made her whole body flush. “You are such a…”
“Such a what, Max? Such a tease?”
His hips jerked toward her, as though he intended to penetrate her through two pairs of pants. “Yeah.”
“But you want me to keep going, right?”
The cords of Max’s neck flexed against her mouth. “You don’t know what you’re doing."
Julia laughed because she knew it would make him seethe. “I really do. Do you know how badly I want to suck your cock? Slide my lips around it nice and slow?”
Max’s hips were rocking against her now, tiny constant movements like he couldn’t help himself. "Keep going. Keep talking.”
Julia’s pussy clenched. She was winning. “I came so hard when you put your big thick fingers in me.”
“Yeah, you liked that?”
“I loved it. I can’t remember ever being so ready to get fucked.”
Julia didn’t know who the filthy-mouthed skank talking was. In bed she usually kept it to a minimal “that feels good” and “almost there” but her self-consciousness had no place in the seduction of Max Connor. She reached between their bodies and stroked the broad head of his cock. It was difficult to feel anything through the heavy material but Max groaned as though they were skin to skin. “Fuck that feels good.”
He nuzzled at her neck, rubbing his stubbled jaw against her sensitive skin. “I’m so hard I can’t fucking think straight. I wanna do everything to you. Eat your pussy, suck your tits, feel you come around my cock.”
Julia’s blood heated and she rubbed herself against him with shameless lust. “Do it. Take me. Make me feel everything again.”
She expected more hesitation, more uncertainty, but Max pressed both hands against her butt and she found herself being lifted into the air like she was a bag of wood chips. Before she had time to react he’d driven back into the nearest wall, its coldness shocking her feverish skin. “What are you doing?”
“You want to fuck? Wrap your legs around my ass. Now.”
Julia encased her legs around Max, her boots surely digging into his spine, but he didn’t seem to notice. He locked their hips together, grinding his zipper against her. “This how you want me? All pissed off and about ten seconds away from blowing a load?”
Julia couldn’t answer. She could hardly breathe.
Max’s teeth glanced her ear. “Is it? You want my cock? You want me to fuck you right up against this wall like the prick-tease you are?”
She nodded frantically, clinging to his neck for leverage.
“Fine,” Max snarled, reaching for his belt. “Fine.”
Julia was about ready to pass out from arousal. He was going to do it, he was going to strip away her clothes and bury himself inside her. Her pussy flooded, wetting everything between her thighs. She hadn’t lied to Max before; she’d never been so ready to get fucked. She was so empty every second felt like agony,
Max unclicked his buckle and his expression changed. Julia’s body knew what that meant before her brain even registered it. “Max, please don’t stop.”
But he was already pulling away, placing her gently on her feet. He didn’t speak, didn’t meet her gaze as he swiped a hand across his brow, chest heaving like he’d run a marathon. A burst of anger, quicker than a lightning strike, touched down on her soul and Julia shoved him. Of course he didn’t budge an inch. It was like pushing a big sweaty wall.