It's a Fugly Life (Fugly #2)(31)
My eyes teared. He had seen this company—and the store and this office—through the lens of a man who was already married. And now that he’d explained that, it made sense. Maxwell Cole was obsessed with perfection—he couldn’t help it. So why wouldn’t he take the same obsessive approach with us? His six-month absence from my life probably seemed like a necessary sacrifice to him in order to make everything just right.
I took his hand. “Max, you beautiful eccentric man, I can’t begin to articulate how blown away I feel right now. I mean, I get what you were doing, and as long as I live, no one will ever measure up to you.” I looked around the room. “This is all so…” I blew out a breath. “It’s wow.”
“But?” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“But I’m confused about us. My heart wants you so badly; my body wants you, too. But my head keeps telling me bad things, and I don’t know how to get past it.”
“So you really are saying goodbye.”
I didn’t want that. I really, really didn’t. But I didn’t want to jump into this and f*ck it all up again and get hurt or hurt him. I also needed to get my act together. It was time to shake some old habits and learn to love myself. As for him…
“This is what I wanted to talk about, Max. I feel like we both have a road ahead of us before we can be together. You have some things to work out, too.”
He shook his head. “That’s the point you continue to miss, Lily. We are much stronger together. We challenge each other. We definitely don’t take each other’s shit.”
All true.
He walked over to the desk and pulled out the comfy-looking exec chair. “Take a seat, Lily. Because this is where you belong. Here, with me, living your dream.”
I stood there, next to the coffee table only a few feet from the door, frozen in conflict. Meanwhile, Maxwell Cole looked like his usual, confident self, able to convince anyone of anything. A natural born salesman. And who could resist that face? Or body. Or hell, that long dick of his.
“I think I should…” I closed my eyes, barely able to resist the pull. But I had to do what was right here. “I should go.”
“Lily,” he growled.
“I need a little time. That’s all.”
“I think you need something else altogether.” He walked toward me, unbuttoning his pants.
My eyes shifted side to side. “Uh…what are you doing?”
He walked past me, shut the door, and faced me. “Turn around.” He pulled out his hard cock and my eyes stuck to it. My body immediately reacted with heated throbs between my legs and tingles erupting on my c-spot. My nipples tightened into little pebbles and my mouth went dry. God, I so want him.
“I said turn around,” he demanded in that low authoritative voice he always used when something displeased him.
I didn’t reply because my mind was a crazy hot mess. I should go before he f*cks all sense of rational thought from my mind.
No. Stay. Look at that thick hard dick. You know you want it.
Max stepped up to me, grabbed my hand, and placed it on his hard shaft. He dipped his head and pushed his lips to mine, pressing his other hand to the back of my head, deepening the kiss. The other hand he used to guide my fingers around his girth. Not that I needed help. I knew exactly what I wanted to do with him. I began to stroke him firmly, enjoying the feel of the soft velvety skin sliding over warm steel. I imagined him inside me, pumping hard, hitting that sweet spot that made me come in earth-shattering contractions that radiated through every nerve in my body. I loved how Max took control in the bedroom, how he knew how to use his body and deliver hours of mind-blowing f*cking. The man made sex into an art form where he skillfully balanced giving and taking. He took and he took hard, but what he gave in return was sinful ecstasy.
Still, sometimes a girl wanted to take control, and if there was one sexual memory of the two of us that repeatedly seeped into my fantasies, it was my first encounter with Max’s magnificent cock. My first encounter with any man, for that matter.
Stroking him firmly, I broke away from our kiss and looked up at him. A smile curled my lips as I lowered myself to my knees.
Max’s gaze was hard with lust, but the moment I ran my tongue over his tip, he threw his head back and let out a deep, throaty groan.
I’d only done this once before—to him, obviously—but I still recalled the salt of him on my tongue. And now, like before, feeling him between my lips, sliding in and out, made me excruciatingly wet. I loved having power over his body like this, knowing that the deeper I took his cock in my mouth, the hotter it made him.
I ran my tongue down the underside of his shaft and up again to the tip, cupping his balls and squeezing gently.
Max flexed his hips and groaned again. “Fuck, Lily. That mouth of yours is f*cking amazing.”
I smiled and sucked him back between my lips, wrapping one hand down at his base since there was no way in hell that big dick would ever fit all the way inside my mouth.
I began moving faster as Max pumped his hips, thrusting himself in time to my movements. He placed his hands at the back of my head and threaded his strong fingers into my hair. His pace quickened, and I knew he was close. Honestly, so was I. One little flick of my c-spot, and I would be jumping off the O-cliff with a huge splash.
“Fuck, Lily,” Max panted his words, “I’m going to come.”