Indiscretion: Volume Three (Indiscretion #3) (2 page)

“I got a call from the owner of the Tribute development yesterday, requesting a meeting. I guess there is some bad blood between him and your dad, from years ago. Basically, if I want to keep my job and earn my bonus, I have to cut all ties with you.” She bit her lip and looked up at me with unsure eyes.

I sat quietly next to her, though my rage went from being self-directed, to zeroing in on my father. This was all
his
fucking fault. “I’m not my father,” I ground out. There may have been times, and still were times, when I acted like the fruit of his loins. But I was not, nor would ever be,
him
.

“Despite this article, I believe that.” She sounded too sad for my liking. Resigned. “But it doesn’t matter. Mr. Cullen thinks you’re using me to get information, or to try to keep tabs on his development.”

Now this was bullshit.

I brought my hand to her cheek and stroked the soft skin under my thumb. “What do
you
think, Chloe?” I had to know. It would gut me completely if she thought the same.

Her eyes fluttered closed for the briefest of moments before opening and gazing into my own. “I don’t want to believe it.” She shook her head side to side, her expression pained.

“But do you?” I pressed. My breath held, unsure of her response.

She exhaled noticeably. “No. I don’t think you’ve been using me.”

I sucked oxygen into my lungs, realizing fully how important her answer was to me. “Good.”

I touched my lips to hers almost tentatively, unsure if she would welcome them or not. She accepted my advance and opened her mouth to me, her hands finding and gripping my hair. I tongued the inside of her mouth thoroughly, feeling as if I was coming home, her taste so familiar and comforting.

But without warning, she broke off the kiss and pushed herself away from me.

“Chloe,” I grit out.

She stood from the couch and smoothed her skirt, jutting her chin into the air before speaking. “It doesn’t matter if I believe you or not. Mr. Cullen thinks you are. I can’t lose this job and my chance at securing a future for a fling. Even with you, Max.” Her tone was final.

She couldn’t do this to me, to us. She couldn’t break things off like this. It wasn’t fucking happening. Chloe walked toward the door with purposeful strides. I followed, and not like a lost puppy. Like a man about to stake his claim. Everything in me was screaming not to let her out that door—that she wouldn’t be back if I did.

I reached for her upper arm and spun her around. “I’m not letting you do this.”

“You have no choice in the matter.” She pursed her lips and struggled to free herself from my grip, which only made me squeeze tighter.

I wouldn’t hurt her, but she was not blazing a trail out that door because a couple of geriatric assholes still gave a shit about a decades old feud. “This thing between us isn’t going to end just because two old men are engaged in a fucking pissing match.”

“I can’t let this opportunity slip by me,” she said, determination in her voice. “It’s the first real break I’ve had since I stepped in to care for my sister all those years ago. The first thing I’m doing solely for
me
. I can’t pass it up for some fling.” She waved her free hand in front of her when she said the word fling, like it was no big deal.

Like
I
was no big deal.

“Is that
really
all this is to you?” I stepped into her space until we were chest to chest.

She craned her neck back to look up at me, her eyes flashing a look of annoyance.

“That’s what it
has
to be. We agreed.”

It was what we had agreed to. Hell, it was what it
had
to be. But I wasn’t ready for it to be over. “Does anything about what we’ve been doing feel inconsequential to you, Chloe?”

She turned her head to the side, so she didn’t have to look at me. “You’ll be leaving town and off to some other destination. What the hell else could it be?” Her bottom lip trembled.

I couldn’t argue that point. She was completely right, and there was nothing to be done to change it. Still, I couldn’t imagine getting through a whole summer, knowing she was sleeping in a house five minutes away, without me wrapped around her body, without being balls deep inside her. I decided to change tactics, make her see how difficult it would be for her to be without me for the rest of the summer.

I nuzzled my face into her neck and trailed my nose from her collarbone up to her ear. “Are you telling me that every time you saw me around town you wouldn’t be wishing that I could touch you? To feel my hands on your bare skin? To feel my cock deep inside you?” I pulled back to take in her expression.

Her face flushed and she swallowed. “I’m a grown woman. It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

I released her upper arm only to feather my hand down to her waist, being sure to graze the side of her breast as I went. Like I knew they would, her nipples puckered and strained against the fabric of her shirt. “You wouldn’t look at me and remember all the ways I’ve already taken you? All the ways you still want me to?”

She shrugged. “I’d manage.” Her eyes darted to my shoulder. She was full of shit. Her breathing was shallow and came out in short, quick pants.

“Really?” I arched a brow and brought my hand to the seam of her skirt and pushed it up.

She started to back away from me until she found herself flush with the door.

Trapped.

Perfect.

I moved her skirt all the way up until it sat over top of her pussy, exposing a nude pair of lace underwear. My cock hardened underneath the towel at the sight of her through the sheer lace. Using both hands, I grabbed her arms and raised them above her head, then clamped her slender wrists in one hand against the door. Gently, I trailed a path with my hand over the lace at the juncture of her thighs. I would drive her crazy with lust until she admitted that she cared more about severing this connection between us than she was letting on.

Her breathing picked up, and her pupils dilated, while her mouth parted on a soft sigh. I was getting to her.

“Are you telling me you wouldn’t miss this?” I sure as hell would. I nuzzled my face into her neck and inhaled the flowery scent of her shampoo.

I let her hands go and took her breasts in my fingers, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs. Chloe fisted her hands in my hair and arched her neck to give me better access. I took the invitation and ran my tongue from her collarbone up to her earlobe, where I nipped it between my teeth, and then sucked it into my mouth, soothing it with my tongue.

“Max,” she moaned.

“Stop thinking, Chloe.” I nipped at her earlobe again. “Just feel.”

Her grip in my hair tightened further, then suddenly she was trying to push me away. “No. We can’t.” Her voice was weak.

I didn’t budge from where I stood. Fury that she was
still
denying me ran hot through my body. My nostrils flared as I pushed my bare chest out against hers. “Can and will.”

I dropped to my knees in front of her and ran my tongue along the lace of her underwear. Her hands came into my hair again, but they were no longer trying to push me away. No, she was enjoying the sensation of me lapping at her through the lace. I moved my gaze up to see that she’d let her head fall back against the door, her eyes closed in pleasure.

Eventually, I pulled the scrap of material down her legs, enjoying the silky smoothness of her skin the entire way. I forced one leg up and out of her underwear, then pushed her legs farther apart. Chloe looked down at me. Lust filled her gaze. It was obvious she wouldn’t be fighting me anymore on this. Not in the next ten minutes anyway.

I spread her with my thumbs to give me better access to her center and dove in. I flicked her clit back and forth, savouring the taste of her. God, I knew she was sweet, but the flavor of her arousal was unreal. Just the memory of it would have me hard for days.

Her hands fisted my hair to the point that it bordered on painful, but it only turned me on more. I teased her slit with my fingers, running them around the edges but never penetrating her. As I sucked her clit into my mouth, she began gyrating her hips against my face. It was fucking hot watching this poised woman lose all sense of control under my domination of her body.

Chloe’s breathing was laboured as she moaned out my name. She was close. Time to prove my point.

I backed away from her so we were no longer touching, and her eyes shot open, looking down at me with a frantic expression. “Why are you stopping?” There was a desperate edge to her voice.

“Still so sure you can do without this?” I searched her face for an answer.

“Max…” Her forehead wrinkled and she bit her bottom lip.

“Answer the question. Are you going to let everyone else’s issues keep you from getting what you want?” Because I sure as fuck wasn’t.

Her hands dove into the hair at her temples, gripping tight. “Alright, you proved your point.”

I dragged a finger through her soaking folds and inserted my finger into my mouth, sucking her essence off of it. Chloe moaned.

Satisfaction expanded my chest. I was about to take my prize. “Which was?” I asked.

“That I would miss this!” she blurted. “That I’m tired of being bullied into something I don’t want. I’m taking what I want. What I need.”

The corner of my mouth crept up into a victorious smile. “Which is?”

Her eyes locked with mine and the intensity there shook me to my core. “You,” she panted.

“Chloe, I didn’t knowingly hurt you, but I can promise you that it will
never
happen again. Agree to continue seeing me.”

“I believe you. Don’t make me regret it.” She pursed her lips. “I’ll still see you. No one can know though.”

I nodded. “I know.” I pushed aside the momentary feeling of regret at the situation we found ourselves in, happy in the moment to just take what I could get.

Instantly, her hands were back in my hair, pulling me toward her. “Now finish what you started.”

I plunged back in with the singular purpose of giving Chloe an orgasm she’d never forget. I didn’t know why it was so important for me to claim her, to have her see that she needed this physical connection with me every bit as much as I needed it with her—but it was.

While I sucked and flicked her clit with my tongue, my fingers pushed into her, curving just enough to find G-spot.

A whimper escaped her, “Oh God. Oh God.”

I wasn’t God, but she’d be seeing the light in about thirty seconds. I nipped on her bundle of nerves and she began contracting around my fingers while a sharp cry escaped her. I continued to plunge into her until my fingers were coated with her release. It was a fucking satisfying feeling—if I could ignore the painful erection straining the confines of my towel.

Chloe’s hands loosened their grip in my hair. I maneuvered myself to stand in front of her and, when I’d reached my full height, a slow grin spread across her face. I had expected her to be spent but, to my shock, she repeated my earlier move and got down on her knees in front of me.

I watched as she removed the towel from my waist and let it drop to the floor. When her warm hands wrapped around my stiff cock, I sucked in a breath and licked my lips in anticipation. She looked up at me and did the same.

Chloe opened her mouth, exposing her wet, pink tongue and ran it from the base to the tip. Her hand stroked me with slow movements while her mouth closed over the head of my cock, her tongue circling around it again and again. I closed my eyes for a brief second, overcome by sensation, but I would only allow myself a second. I wanted to watch when she took all of me into her warm, wet mouth.

The thought of how much I was growing to need her was unsettling, but letting her go seemed to be a scarier prospect at the moment.

She continued stroking me and playing with the tip, but when her other hand cupped my balls, I couldn’t take the teasing any longer. I nudged my hips forward to push my shaft further into her mouth, driving my hands into the hair at the side of her head.

She got my point, opening wide, and I pushed deeper into her mouth. Chloe groaned around my cock, bringing me perilously close to the edge. I stroked in and out of her warm wetness at a steady pace, causing my balls to tighten further up into me. And when those deep brown eyes of hers looked up at me with satisfaction, it was impossible to hold back any longer.

I wanted to take her mouth. To own her. To possess her fully.

Gripping the sides of her head tighter, I pushed her back until her head rested against the door. I planned on taking her hard, and I didn’t want her bashing her head. Holding her steady against the door, I started working myself fiercely in and out of her mouth, breaching the back of her throat. But she took it. She took every inch of me without complaint, her fingers digging into the back of my thighs.

I let all my aggression out as I pumped furiously back and forth. My irritation at two old men in a pissing match, my anger at her for being willing to walk away from us, and my disappointment in myself for the quote I’d given the newspaper because I’d been trying to be someone I wasn’t. Trying to be
like
someone who, in all reality, I never wanted to be anything like.