Sweet heaven on earth, her body was decadent. Her curves, swollen. Her lips, ripe. I ripped her clothes from her body before we stumbled to the bed, her beautiful body bare to me. I pressed her down and praised her my lips, kissing and marking her as mine. Her bosom heaved into my chest. She raked her nails against my scalp as she guided me around her luscious form and I kissed every inch I put my face against. But my favorite part of her were her lips. Those soft, pillowy lips I’d stared at for weeks before succumbing to them.

I kissed down to her neck, lavishing her tits in affection. I took one of her nipples between my fingers, tugging it and getting it ready for my lips. Her eyes glazed over with a hazy lust. A look that sent my cock into overdrive. I felt myself leaking against my pants as I wrapped my lips around her nipple, feeling her press her tits further into my face.

I groaned my delight into her cleavage as my hands pinned her hips to the bed.

My lips moved lower as my hands ran across her curves and her stomach, wanting her to know that all of her belonged to me now. I wanted her to know there was no way I was letting her go. There wasn’t another second that would go by in her life where I wouldn’t attempt to pull goosebumps across her skin. Her skirt was easy to pull down. One quick yank and I had it in a pile on the floor. I lifted her thick hips to pull off her stockings and panties, then I bent down to kiss her inner thigh.

Her breath hitched with my kiss and I wanted it all to last. I wanted to have the time to show her all the pleasure she deserved. All the pleasure I could give her.

All the pleasure I would give her.

I nibbled on the dollops of excess coating the insides of her thighs before hovering my mouth over her dripping pussy. Blowing on her delicate lips caused them to jump for me, her body shaking at my beck-and-call. I lowered my lips to hers, taking in the salted scent of her womanhood as my tongue parted her juicy lips. Her taste was more than I bargained for. It sent me into a heady tailspin that left me buried deep within her thighs. I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I could no longer hold back. My muscles twitched with an animal that needed to be released, and I felt the chain that had been holding me back for weeks finally break.

I slid my tongue into her trembling entrance, feeling her walls cave around me. Her hands twisted into my hair, bucking into my face and coating my cheeks with her arousal. I licked all the way up her slit, gathering her upon my tongue before I found her pulsing clit. I flicked it, feeling her thighs shake against my cheeks as I hummed my appreciation for her.

Then, I slid her legs over my shoulders.

She was delicious, and I made sure to let her know. One long stripe after another accompanied my assault until she was nothing but a whimpering, moaning mess. I sucked on her clit, swirling my tongue around the tip and feeling her hands scrape against my scalp. I rutted against the bed. My cock ground into the mattress of the hotel suite, seeking any friction it could as I devoured the very essence of her being.

“Oh my god,” Christie gasped. “Maximus. Don’t stop.”

I smiled at her sounds, enjoying the way my name sounded rolling off her quaking lips. I traced my finger around her throbbing entrance as her body began to push and pull. She rolled into me, riding my lips off into the sunset. I teased her entrance and she bucked harder, her body begging for more of what I had to give. I slid a finger into her and crooked it as my eyes whipped up to her face. Watching her creamy skin flush with my efforts, it was too much. Her hips ravaged my face. She coated me in her juices until they ran down my neck. I slid another finger in, feeling the veins in my cock thicken. I stroked the walls of her pussy. I flattened my tongue against her clit. I rode her movements instead of stifling them, shifting my body wherever hers went.

And as her moans grew louder, my cock grew thicker with need for her.

“Maximus. Shit! I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I’m cum--!”

Christie’s legs locked around my head and her pussy sucked down my fingers. I sank my face into her pussy lips, drowning myself in her scent. I watched her every motion. I saw the way her eyes screwed shut. I felt the way her hands held my hair in its vice grip. I swallowed every drop she had for me. My tongue cleaned her pussy before I sucked on her folds. I didn’t want to waste a droplet of her. I wanted her juices to touch every part of me by the time I was finished with her.

She was tantalizing, and my cock jumped with a need to taste.

“Such a sweet girl,” I said, kissing her thighs reverently.

Her back dropped to the bed and her legs released me to the room. I rose up and slid off the bed, quickly removing my clothes as she laid there, shining with sweat. My cock stained the front of my pants. It throbbed with a need to seek out her heat. Completely naked and bared to her, I knelt onto the bed and reached for her wrists. I pinned them over her head, watching her eyes snap open.

Then I crashed my lips against hers, marveling the way her tongue lapped up her orgasm from my skin.

“I need you.”

I pulled my lips back and I watched her open her eyes. Had those words just fallen from her lips? The words had been closeted. Whispered against the wind and had barely graced my ears. But the way her face flushed with embarrassment and the way her body tried to wiggle away, I knew I hadn’t heard wrong.

I dropped my body between her legs and shifted my cock to poise itself at her entrance.

“What did you say?” I asked.

She shifted again, but this time I slid my legs apart. Perched on my knees and opening her thick body to me as my throbbing cock sat at her entrance. She was pinned beneath me with nowhere to go, her curves spread like the finest cheeses on the tastiest of crackers.

“Say it,” I said darkly.

“I need you, Maximus.”

My cock throbbed against her, and I watched as she sucked in a sharp breath of air.

“Then allow me to provide,” I said.

I sank my cock into her, groaning at how tight she was for me. I sank all the way to my hilt, our hips connected. I watched her eyes roll back. I felt her legs tremble against my knees. I kept a hold on her eyes, watching her every move as my body shivered with delight. She was hot and wet. Tight and deep. I felt my balls already hanging with a need to release inside of her as my muscles twitched with a desperate plea to move.

But I waited until she adjusted around me. Gave her space to breath while her predator hovered over her. She was beautiful. A goddess. And her body was the most exquisite thing I’d ever experienced. Just sitting there, buried deep within her luscious body, I felt at home. I bent down and drew her lips in for a kiss, feeling how her chest pressed into me. I laced our fingers together as I kept her wrists pinned above her head, then I drew out and sank back into her.

“Yes,” Christie said with a whisper. “Keep going.”

I slid my lips down her neck as my hips snapped against hers. I marked her skin. Bit into her shoulder. Sucked on her breasts until only black marks remained. She was mine. Christie Evans was all mine, and not a soul would touch her so long as I was around. I treasured her. Worshipped her. Sank myself into her time and time again until nothing but my name dripped from her lips.

A sound I’d dreamt of since the day she walked into my office.

Christie’s moans grew louder again. Higher and louder, until her body jolted against mine. She cried out for mercy, rolling her hips into me even as her lips said ‘no’. She came around my cock, squeezing me and tantalizing me and teasing me into my own eventual downfall. But I wasn’t done feeling her. I wasn’t done ravishing her. I’d waited so long to have her, and I wasn’t allowing two measly orgasms to finish her off.

She was worth more than that.

I released her hands and wrapped my arms around her waist. I held her to me and whipped around, my legs sliding off the bed. I pulled her hips to the edge before tossing her legs over my shoulders, and the smell of sweat between her legs sent me spinning. I slammed into her. Filled her with my cock as my hands gripped the excess of her thighs. I knew they’d leave marks. Fingerprints so intricate someone could get into my safes at work. But I didn’t care, and neither did Christie.

Especially since her pussy had no issues sucking me back down.

The sounds of wet skin slapping wet skin filled her hotel room as her toes began to curl. I felt myself getting close. I wouldn’t be able to put it off again. Not with how wonderfully Christie’s pussy massaged my cock. Her sounds. Her smells. Her essence. Her aura. All of it combined with how she proclaimed to need me.

It was everything I could’ve asked for.

I slipped my hand down her leg before my thumb slid between her pussy folds. I found her clit and pressed against it, chuckling as her hips bucked up in surprise. Her eyes flew open and they widened, her jaw unhinging in silent pleasure. In an instant, all her sounds stopped. The moaning. The whimpering. The panting of my name. All of it ceased, and all that remained was my grunting, her fisting the sheets of the bed, and our wetness splashing together in a chorus of sinful passion.

She met me at every thrust as her eyes rolled back. Her back arched so deeply I thought her spine would snap in two. I pounded into her, working her clit as my balls began to lift into my body. My feet curled into the carpet below me and I could no longer contain the pleasure roaring forth.

“Christie. Holy hell. Ride that cock. Take what’s yours and give me what’s mine. You’re mine, Christie. Do you hear me?”

“I’m yours,” she said. “And you’re mine, Max—”

She couldn’t even get my name out as our orgasms crashed over us. Her pussy swallowed me deeply, pulling my hips into hers. I felt her thighs jumping on my shoulders as they slid from my body. Her body squeezed me in its vice grip, weakening my legs until they caved underneath me. I gave into the sizzling colors and the dark abyss I plummeted into as my cock coated her in cum. Pump after pump. Thread after thread. Until it felt from between her thighs because it had nowhere else to go.

I collapsed to her. Draped myself over her. Peppered her face with kisses as her entire form quaked beneath me.

Then my face fell to the crook of her neck and I breathed her in.

I slid from between her thighs and collapsed onto the bed beside her. I worked us up to the headboard, holding her against my body as her head fell to my chest. I traced my fingers over the freckles on her arm, imagining her life in Louisiana. Her sun-kissed skin in a countryside that didn’t cherish the beauty lying against me. And it was their loss. Because Christie was the most intelligent, caring, sexy, succulent woman I’d ever had.

She re-imagined the standard of ‘woman’ in my life.

I reached for her hand and brought it to my lips to kiss. I felt her sigh against my skin. A contented sigh as her leg wrapped around my thigh. I didn’t want to let her go. The idea that I could walk out of that room and never have her return to work made me sick to my stomach. Walking in on Monday morning and not seeing here there had been enough for me. Enough to know I had to try everything in my capability to get her to stay.

And I realized, in that very moment, I needed her as well.

“Stay with the company,” I said.

I watched her head tilt up to me as her beautiful eyes met mine.

“Stay with me,” I said.

“You don’t say ‘please’ too much, do you?” Christie asked.

“Nope,” I said with a grin.

“Under one condition,” she said.

“I’m not saying ‘please’.”

“Good, because I wasn’t going to ask.”

Her playful stare grew serious and I knew what she wanted. The one thing she valued over anything else in her world.

Christie wanted the truth.

“I took over a drug-running operation eleven years ago,” I said. “I’d been dabbling in transport while Sebastian was off getting a college education. I grew close with the head of the operation. Especially when I hunted down who took his daughter in the middle of the night.”

“What happened?” she asked.

“A rival cartel got haughty, and with arrogance comes sloppiness. It didn’t take me long to track them down. He wanted to offer up his daughter as a gift to level the playing field, but I told him I wouldn’t accept her as a reward.”

“Wait, that kind of stuff happens?”

“Not with me running the operation, it doesn’t. I went from working transport to working at his side. Enforcing his rules and escorting him to incredibly private business meetings. I learned how the operation worked. I learned who to trust. And when the head of the cartel died in a shootout protecting his daughter, the only person who had the knowledge he had was me.”

“Where’s his daughter now?” she asked.

“Safe,” I said.

“Do you use your product?”

“No,” I said. “Never. And I make sure we don’t ever branch out into anything that would put anyone that works for me at risk. When he died, my biggest priority was protecting those who stuck their asses out for the operation. For the cartel. Hence the financial company as a front. It keeps their noses clean, it keeps the operation running smoothly, and it gives me the capability to cover identities and move product as I see fit.”

“Cover identities?” she asked.

“There are things I’ll never tell you to keep you safe. You have to understand that. I can tell you overarching details, but specifics not only put you in trouble, but they put those that work for me in trouble as well. I won’t allow that. If all this comes down, it comes down on my head. No one else’s. Is that understood?”

“Maximus—”

“I won’t waver on that, Christie. That’s how I keep you safe in all this. Specifics make you a target, and I’m the only one who will ever wear that target. I know you want the truth. I know you were starved of it because of your father. Now, you have it. But having the truth and having specifics are not the same thing. If you can’t handle that, then maybe you do need to walk away from all this. I hope you don’t, but if the price I have to pay for your safety is watching you walk out that door for good, I’ll gladly pay it.”

Her eyes danced between mine before she sat up. Her thick legs straddled me, blanketing me in her warmth. Her hands slid up my torso before cupping my neck, and my eyes danced around curves that made me lick my lips in appreciation.

Damn it, Christie was spectacularly beautiful.

“I saw you went to an anti-human-trafficking benefit,” she said.

“So, you looked me up,” I said with a grin.

“You’re a drug-runner with morals.”

“I’m not trying to say that what I do is good or right. But, it’s how I afford my lifestyle and it’s how I take care of my mother. I’m good at it, even though it doesn’t make me a good man. I embrace my darkness, Christie. I don’t shy away from it. Men who do that risk imploding on themselves simply because they can’t admit who they are.”

“Thank you for telling me all this,” she said as she leaned into my lips.

She kissed them sweetly. A stark contrast to the subject matter at hand.

“You’re welcome,” I said.

“I can’t work for a liar, Maximus. You have to understand that.”

“But you will work for an honest drug lord,” I said with a chuckle. “I have to admit, it’s an interesting line to draw.

I watched Christie’s dark eyes harden on me, and for the first time I felt like I understood the effect I had on others. It was a look that both sucked me in and made me curious about what she would say next. She looked directly into my soul. Exposed to me her own darkness as her features hardened and her back grew straight.

How did I find such an incredible woman?

“I need to be able to trust who I work for, regardless of what they do,” she said.

“You can trust me from here out,” I said. “I will always stay tight-lipped on matters I consider necessary to your safety, but what I can tell you? I will.”

“Does your brother know what you do?” she asked as she laid her head onto my shoulder.

“He does.”

“Does Scarlet?”

“I haven’t personally told her, but my brother and her are sleeping together, she probably knows.”

Christie bolted upright from my shoulder as shock rolled across her features.

“Sebastian’s her mystery man!?” she exclaimed.

“You couldn’t tell from that dinner we had a few weeks back?”

“No!”

I stifled a chuckle as she sat there, shaking her head in disbelief.

“There is so much that makes sense now,” Christie said breathlessly.

“Glad I could help you put a few more pieces together,” I said coyly.

I wrapped my arms around her and drew her in for another kiss. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt the kind of joy I did with her against my body. I hummed into her mouth, taking in the slight taste of her womanhood still coating her lips. I guided her head to my shoulder and ran my fingers through her hair, feeling her curl deeper into my aching muscles.

“So, is that a ‘yes’ to coming back to work?” I asked.

“I mean, I guess. The benefits are pretty hard to beat.”

I chuckled and shook my head before I pressed a kiss to her temple. Then, as if the heavens opened and decided to make my fallen angel sweeter for my liking, her hand migrated between our bodies and palmed my cock, massaging it back to life.