Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
You have three hours to pack before my driver
picks you up. It’s a working weekend for me,
but you’re mostly coming to get fucked.
Chapter 17
Max
Ismiled as I pictured the look of fury on her face because I hadn't given her prior warning.
She hadn’t said no, which meant she was coming.
I knew she wanted to fuck me as badly as I did her, and I knew it had been a hellish wait for her as well. I intended to bring this torture to an end for both of us.
I was going to teach her that you didn't play around with grown men and not expect consequences. What kept me going were thoughts of what I would do to her when I got her alone.
I found my mood greatly cheered and I couldn't wait for the weekend. I was going to enjoy myself. I was going to have her tonight, and the whole weekend. By the time we came back home on Sunday, she'd be out of my system. Then, of course, there would be the added advantage of meeting Jed and finding out face to face, whether he'd be up to a new challenge.
With half an hour to go before my driver picked me up, I headed to the shower. I left the shower with a raging hard-on but refused to relieve myself by jerking off.
I was saving myself for tonight.
My weekend bag was always ready, and I grabbed it from the closet, said goodbye to my dogs, and left a note for my housekeeper that I would be back home on Sunday night.
I spotted Lillian standing in front of her apartment building, and a sliver of excitement went through me. When the car came to a stop, my driver stowed her luggage in the trunk and she climbed in.
I picked up her scent immediately.
She smelled of sex. She hadn’t showered and I knew that was deliberate. I had the urge to grab her and take her right there and then, but I opened my laptop and pretended to read something. I'd never waited that long to have sex with a woman before.
The weekend was going to be perfect.
Lillian fished out her laptop from her bag and placed it on her lap. From the corner of my eye, I saw her turn it on and begin working on the document I’d given her to proofread.
The car had been moving for a good hour, and we hadn't exchanged a single word, but the air between us sizzled with sexual tension.
After my driver dropped us off we only had a short walk to my private jet. We sat next to each other. All the while, I was intensely aware of her beside me, feeling her body heat, even though we weren't touching.
In two hours and a bit, we were in Charlotte, North Carolina. Lillian, who had originally arranged the trip for me, had a driver waiting for us at the airport. He drove us to our hotel. The check-in was fast and smooth. A bell attendant escorted us to our room. We followed him down to the elevator, then to the third floor, and down a hallway to our room.
He opened the door to our suite.
“Where would you like these?” he asked.
"We’ll take it from here," I said and slipped him a good tip.
He placed our bags on the floor, thanked me profusely, and left.
I turned to Lillian. "Do you want to freshen up before dinner?"
She walked slowly into the suite, looking around at the tall windows with stunning views of the city below us. Then her gaze returned to me. She contemplated me for a few seconds before she spoke.
"I thought you were having dinner with Klaus Minsky.”
“I cancelled it.”
“Why?” Her voice was soft, curious, but strangely distant.
“Because I’m taking you out to dinner instead.”
She stared at me. “Why?”
“There’s a saying, fuck around and find out. You fucked around on a grown-ass man’s bed, Lillian. And now you’re about to find out.” I walked towards her and stopped very close to her, “The real question is, do you want to find out now or after dinner?”
“I’ll freshen up for dinner,” she murmured, taking a step back from me.
“And tomorrow… are you still meeting Jed Burner?”
"Of course. Tomorrow lunchtime. It'll give you time off to look around the city."
She chewed her bottom lip reflexively. “Which one is my room?”
“You can put your stuff over in that room, but you’re sleeping in the master bedroom... with me.”
Her cheeks flushed with color, but she said nothing as she grabbed her weekend bag and walked across the sitting room to the first door.
As it closed behind her, my muscles relaxed and I grinned like a fool. Everything was going according to plan. I took the opportunity to check my emails and respond to a few. When Lillian emerged from her room, she was dressed in a simple but elegant black dress which stopped just above her knees. Damn, she looked good enough to eat.