MAX

Intrigued, I close the door but stay where I am. She looks back to see why no footsteps are approaching her, and smiles as I lean against the door with crossed arms. Over her shoulder amusement glitters in her eyes. We stare at each other. A sexy smile spreads on her face. “Sit.” She points a long fingernail at the couch.

“No.”

Her smile twitches. “Sit down.”

“No fucking way.”

Biting her bottom lip, the seductress eyes me. “Take a seat and let’s talk.”

“You get up and we’ll chat right here by the door.”

“So I can be ready to leave.”

“Yep.”

With a throaty laugh she stands but leaves her purse behind her long-legged stroll. “You’re interesting, too. What’s your name?”

“Max.”

“I’m Natalie.”

My eyebrows twitch up. “You don’t say.”

“You know another Natalie? Don’t tell me that’s your mother’s name. Because that could become weird.”

Cocking an eyebrow at the sexual innuendo I pull out my phone, search for the number Eleanor typed in and hold it out. “This you, or just a sign I need to call this other Natalie?”

She cocks her head, bob hanging longer on one side. “How’d you get that?”

“I have my ways,” I smirk, sliding the phone back into hiding. “Tell me about yourself now.”

“No, how’d you get my number?”

“Not telling.”

“Try.”

“Don’t have to.”

She stares at me, huffs through her nose with an amused smile and flips around, walking in a circle. “I guess you must frequent strip clubs.”

I choke on my, “What? No. Oh wait, are you a stripper?”

She pauses. “Hardly.”

“Okay, enough with the cat and mouse, Natalie.”

“But it’s so fun,” she whispers. “Why stop?”

My gaze travels down her body in that stance she just posed in, arms crossed, legs spread, one heel at a forty-five degree angle, body bent a little with her chin jutted out. My cock’s shouting all kinds of ideas at me, and I’m thinking he might be right. “Okay, I’ll play. You’re not a stripper. You dress like a rockstar. Do you DJ at the strip clubs?”

She laughs, “I wish, but no.”

“So you’re not musically inclined.”

“Not even a little bit.”

“Hmm.” I drop my gaze to the short carpet, thinking of potential guesses, then lock eyes with her to ask, “You own them?”

“No, but you’re warm.”

“And you’re hot.”

Her eyelashes flicker and drop slowly to rise up my body until she finally smirks, “So are you.”

My voice, and my cock, just got thicker. “Come closer.”

“Why?”

“I think you know why.”

Those heels take their time but they do obey. A smile tugs at her lips. When she’s in my personal space her long eyelashes drop and with lust in her voice, she whispers, “You’re waiting to see what I’ll do.”

“I’m not going to pull a casting couch scandal and have my name dragged through the paper. But if you wanted to kiss me right now I wouldn’t stop you.”

A grin flashes on her mysterious face. “Max, is it? You’re not in the power position. I am. So you’re not dangling the carrot of your dreams. I am. If I came onto your project you’d be lucky to have me.”

I lick my lips, salivating. “What makes you so sure?”

“Because I deliver more than five people can on their best days. I hardly sleep. I don’t take no for an answer. When I set my mind on something it gets done. I manage several strip clubs for a very demanding boss and his silent investors, and I’ve given their profits a one hundred and eighty percent increase in revenue in under two years. I know how to cut the right corners, come up with new marketing strategies. When to pull the plug and when to keep going. I put the money where it matters most. But the thing is, Max.” She stretches out the single syllable like she’s licking my shaft. “I want to get behind a project that doesn’t have as much of a negative social stigma as the one I’m currently embroiled in. The stripping industry doesn’t look great on a resume. So when I heard there was an aspiring director interviewing potentials I walked over and here I am.”

I’m rock hard, painfully contained, practically hissing with desire to pin her arms above her head and fuck the ever-living shit out of her right here and now.

“Sounds like you need the carrot, too, Natalie.”

“Maybe we both need the carrot.” She takes my hand and tucks it between her legs. “So don’t worry about me suing you for doing this.” Heat emanates onto my fingers through the leather, and I groan and grab her head with my free hand. We stare at each other, lips parted, before I crash a kiss into her that’s rough. Flipping her around so it’s me in the dominant position I shove our bodies against the wall. She gasps on a moan as I slide my hand into the strict confines of her pants. My fingers slide over smooth skin and my eyes roll back. “Oh fuck, you shave.”

“Uh huh,” she moans as my middle finger finds her wet and ready. She was thinking of fucking me this whole time, just like I kept picturing what it’d be like to shut her up with my tongue shoved in her mouth. We tug at each other’s pants, kicking off our shoes like they can’t get out of the way fast enough.

Natalie’s mouth reaches for mine and I kiss her hard, unlocking her jaw as we moan into each other and grind against the wall. She grabs my cock and starts pumping.

I snarl, “Holy fuck,” before crashing into her again, my finger as far up her wet pussy as I can get it. She hooks a naked leg around me, guides my mushroom-shaped tip up and I slide my finger out. She takes my hand and licks the damn thing while I watch, wincing with desire as my cock starts to slide up in her tight little cave.

Natalie shudders, moans, “So big!”

I nibble her jaw and force her mouth to kiss me as I reach the deepest part of her core. Her fingers dig into my ass, commanding a silent faster. We fuck like people who’ve never met before, and who might never again. Strangers who don’t give a shit what the other thinks about our slutty behavior. She grunts, I grunt. She rasps, “Harder!” And I give it to her with as much strength that these well-built thighs are capable of. It’s not pretty in the slightest. When she moans into my mouth and rips free to tell me, “I’m on the pill,” I suck on her tongue and pound her harder.

The woman cries out like these walls aren’t made of paper. Everyone in the building’s gotta know that we’re getting nasty. That turns me on more and I grind with her, match her need with my own. I’m hungry for the sounds she makes, the way she frowns, grimaces with pleasure, cries out again. I’ve got both her legs around me as I step away from the wall and ram her, grabbing her hips and bending back a little as I lift them up and down on my cock until the room disappears. She throws her head back with a hitching scream of ecstasy. I groan, her walls clenching my length with each burst of orgasm. “Give it to me!” She hisses, slapping my face. My roar is louder than her damn scream was. Pounding her with everything I’ve got I groan and move until I can’t anymore. Panting, I embrace her and walk us to the chair, growling, “Like that? That what you wanted, Natalie?”

The look in her eyes is lightning captured.

She nods, closes them.

Panting for lost breath I tell her, “You’re hired. If you can write contracts as well as you can fuck, it’s on.”

On an amused laugh she says, “Oh really, just like that?”

“There was no ‘just’ about what we just did. That was all in and phew, yeah, like that.”

Kissing my neck she murmurs, “Okay, but I have a warning for you.”

“Shoot.”

“Don’t fall in love with me.”

On a chuckle I assure her, “Don’t worry.”

“No?”

“This heart isn’t easy to crack. Believe me, women have tried.”

“Same, Max. Then you’ve got yourself a producer.” She extends her tongue and I suck on it.

Search, over.