backward, stumbling to the rough-hewn oak floor with an ass-breaking thump.
âWhat the hell?â Clutching his rear in pain, he looked at her like she was a nut job.
And she was. God, why had she done that?
âIâm sorry, Iââ
âReally?â He raised a brow, quickly standing, and becoming formidable once again. âYouâre going to have to make that up to me, I think.â
Her eyes drifted to his cock and her insides quivered.
Stepping closer, he reached for her breasts.
âNO!â She put her hand up, halting his advance. âIt isnât happening this way.â
He smirked. âThen what way is it happening? Iâll try any position with you, baby.â
âWe have an agreement, Maxim,â she reminded him firmly. âI donât know what your deal is, but keep it or get out.â
Chuckling, he snatched a piece of her long hair and wound it around his pinky finger. âShall I kiss your feet, my queen?â
âDonât mock me.â Lifting her chin, she pulled her hair from his grasp. She studied his every feature, now weathered and matured from the boy she knew in college. Maybe he was different; maybe he wasnât. The old Maxim could never have withstood what she was about to ask of him; she doubted he could now. But if he did, she might believe heâd changed. Might. âRule number three, donât challenge me, or otherwise try to usurp my position. You want something, anything , you ask. Politely. Your next attack, sensual or otherwise, youâre done.â She paused a moment. âNow, if you think you can play by those rules, come please me.â
She waited with baited breath for his answerâ¦one he thought twice about this time around. Studying her, he hardened his jaw, and the look in his eyes turned dark. âJesus. He really hurt you, didnât he?â
His question stung and she looked away. âLike the rest of the world, you saw the pictures. What do you think?â
âI donât know.â
âThen why did you come here? Search me out, like a dog in heat? Wait outside my home in a blizzard and all but kill yourself to get inside? Why? â
âNot to hurt you, I promise that.â He started to reach for her, then dropped his hand. âIâm sorry I attacked you.â
His apology caused a surge of emotion to storm through her, forcing her to erect a dam of hardness to keep it in. With a silent nod, Elisa stood in awkward silence, not sure what to say or do first. Not sure if she should allow this to progress. Not sure how . After all, sheâd never been the one in charge before.
Moments passed as she contemplated Maxim and his sudden, strange appearance. He was the last person sheâd ever expected to see, yet here she was, about to have him pleasure her. For the most part, he seemed like the same old sex-charged, superficial, cocky Maxim, but there was something different about him, something lonely, desperate, heartfeltâ¦
Not to mention his presence was so weird. Unexplained.
Yet a piece of her she wanted to deny welcomed Maximâs company.
He cleared his throat, jarring her, and she had to say something.
âWell, do you agree, or not?â
âTo what?â
âMy terms.â
âOh those.â He winked at her. The devil. âHow could I say no?â
âTake the robe off,â she told him, amazed when the words she spoke came out successfully. âI want to see you naked.â
After all, sheâd waited more than half a decade to see what all the hype was about.
âYes, maâam.â Grinning, Maxim proudly dropped the garment to the floor, revealing his cock. A dark patch of thick pubic hair shadowed the area around the thick, meaty shaft, which stood swollen and ready for her. Too bad . His cock would surely be disappointed.
âCall me queen . I liked that better. âMaâamâ makes you sound like a cowboy