Indiscretion: Volume One (4 page)

When he reached me, he grabbed my hand and I gulped. This wasn’t me, but I was going with it. Something in me had to. Following his lead, Max led me to a nearby chaise. I let my hips sway as I moved toward him, feeling sexier than I ever had. My entire body was zinging with the energy of letting lose. He sat down and I didn’t think twice as I straddled myself over his lap.
Look at me…a regular sex kitten. Jackie would be so proud
.

I leaned in to kiss him, and the hard ridge beneath his zipper pressed firmly into the juncture of my thighs. I had to bite back a moan. God, how I’d missed being this close to someone, missed feeling wanted. While Max’s one hand pulled my dress up to my waist, the other moved over top of the silky fabric until it reached my breast. He pushed the silk aside to expose my barely there white lace bra. I bit back a moan as my eyes slipped shut.

“Quite a mix of innocence and seduction, Chloe,” he said, his voice heated. “Why do I have a feeling this might be a reflection of you as a whole?”

I said nothing but watched as he pulled the lace away from my heated skin. Max gazed at my exposed breast with heavy-lidded eyes that flared open for a moment once I was fully revealed. He leaned in and took a nipple into his mouth.

I let out a soft sigh, and he looked at me. I tried to maintain eye contact, but when he swirled his tongue around the tightened bud, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back in pure pleasure. As his tongue explored my breast, his fingers moved my matching lace panties aside and found the wetness at my core. He explored me gently at first until finally he pushed a finger in, then two. His thumb moved across my nub in a circular motion, causing my breath to hitch and my fingernails to dig into the shirt stretched across his muscled back.

I pushed my breast against his face and bore down on his fingers—unable to control my response. As I took in the bombardment of sensations, he shifted to put a hand in his pocket. He put the condom package in his mouth and the foil package ripped.

Am I really going to do this?
I could either back out now or forge ahead into something unfamiliar, frightening, but so good. It was really no choice at all in the state I was in. Passion, lust, and need ruled my brain now, and I’d be damned if I put a halt to what was about to happen.

One night. Just one night to do what feels right without having to consider all the consequences.

Instead of opting for self-preservation, I stood and slid my lace underwear down my legs to the floor. I leaned over to take off the silver stilettos Jackie had loaned me, but Max stopped me.

“Leave them on,” he said, tugging me back onto his lap. “You sure about this, Chloe?” The lust pouring out of his half-lidded eyes told me that stopping was the absolute last thing he wanted to do, but I appreciated his attempt at being a gentleman.

Smiling and enjoying the rush of freedom I nodded, straddled him again, and shifted back so I could access his zipper. I removed his belt, undid the button at his waist, and slid the zipper down. Putting my hands through the seam of his underwear, I released him. He was hot, ready, and felt like silk on steel.

Max’s size was impressive. It had been so long since I’d been with anyone. Would he fit? I pushed the thought aside. Worry was not welcome here—not tonight.

Max let out a groan as I moved my hand up and down the hard length of him, brushing my thumb over the glistening tip. He pulled me in with one hand for a kiss. It didn’t feel rushed, but there was an underlying urgency to it that told me how impatient he was for this to happen. I was no different. When I pulled away, he arranged the condom over his hard shaft. Nibbling and kissing his way from my lips in a heated trail down my neck and back to my breast, he finally pulled my hardened nipple into his mouth and moved his teeth along my sensitive flesh. My breath caught and I stifled a moan.

Max grabbed me around the waist, lifted me, and placed my core above his erection. I closed my eyes and pushed myself down on his cock until he was fully inside of me. He stretched me to my limit, but the slight burn was good. It made me feel alive.

“My God, you’re so tight, Chloe. You feel fucking amazing,” Max groaned.

I opened my eyes but remained unmoving for a moment until my body grew accustomed to his size. He stretched me and filled me up, the dual sensations rocketing my need into uncharted territory. Underneath me, Max lay with his head tilted back, eyes closed. When I couldn’t stand to be still any longer, I ground against him and his eyes opened, meeting mine with a look of adoration. His hands around my waist, he helped lift me up the length of him. I was on top, but he set the pace and it was an open road, not New York in rush hour. I moved up and down, friction causing pressure to build inside, which had me moving wildly on his hard cock. I moaned my pleasure and sucked my bottom lip into my mouth. Bass from the main room boomed against the walls.

“You are so damn beautiful,” he said, and it was a benediction. I hadn’t been with many men, but none had ever made me feel so desired, so wanton, so sensual.

As my heart raced with the feeling he increased his grip on my waist and pushed himself deep inside of me, his hands moving my hips round and round and round. I wished we’d taken the time to undress so I could feel the heat of his bare hands on my skin, the heat of his muscled legs underneath my thighs. The thought was fleeting as sensation after sensation bombarded me.

I tried to keep the impending orgasm at bay, but there was only so much I could do when the hottest guy I’d ever laid eyes on was grinding himself to the hilt inside me. I knew there was no stopping my climax when he sat up to take my breast in his mouth and bit my nipple lightly. Sensation moved from my breast down into my core, and I came with abandon, the tremors continuing as he held my hips stationary and pounded into me from below. He met his own release with a drawn-out groan, squeezing his eyes shut as I continued to milk him until the last of our tremors subsided.

I slumped to his chest, our breathing slowly returning to normal, his one hand playing with my hair, the other tracing patterns up and down my back. The blissful feeling that had overcome me post-orgasm began to retreat as I took stock of exactly what I’d just done.

I couldn’t believe I’d gone through with it
.
I’d had sex with a man I’d just met, at my friend’s bachelorette party, in a public place. Well, not public exactly, but it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility for someone to discover us.

I swallowed hard. Moving off of him, I quickly adjusted my bra and dress so I was no longer exposed. My eyes darted around the plush carpet until I located my thong, purposely keeping my gaze away from Max the entire time. I couldn’t look him in the eye after what we had done. He must’ve thought I was the biggest sleaze.
Who does that
? Certainly not me…at least not until I’d met him.

“I’m just going to freshen up. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” I said with fake brightness.

I bent down to retrieve my underwear and gave Max a tight smile but still couldn’t look him in the eyes. This man did something to me, muddled my good sense. As good as it had felt at the time, I wouldn’t allow myself any more opportunities to lose all ability to make good judgements when I was around him. Time to cut and run—fast.

Making my way to the door, he called after me, “I’ll be right where you left me.”

I ignored the warm feeling invading my chest as I stepped into the hallway. My rapid steps echoed down the hall as I grimaced and shoved my panties into my purse.
I’m stashing my underwear in my purse, in the middle of a bar, because I just engaged in anonymous sex with a stranger.
I headed straight for the table, where Jackie looked to be about one sip away from climbing on top of it and dancing.

“Hey! Howz it goin’ witha hottie?” Jackie slurred.

I pinned my arms across my stomach as I spoke. “Listen, I’m sorry, but I’m going to head back to the hotel. I’m not feeling well. I think I must’ve had too much to drink.”

“Really? Oh, come on…stays fer one more drunk. I’s wanna know wha happened.” She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout.

“Nothing, nothing happened,” I said a little too quickly. I’d had my share of drinks, but sex with Max had sobered me up considerably. Actually, the realization of what I’d done afterward had been the sobering part. “Sorry, I really gotta go. I’ll see you back at the hotel later, okay? Stay with the rest of the girls and have fun.”

“Are you okay? Does you want me togo wi’ you?” My God, how much had she had to drink while I was gone?

“No way! It’s your bachelorette party. Stay for a while longer.”

I gave my friend a quick hug, let the rest of the girls know I was leaving, and made sure someone was sober enough to look out for Jackie. I stepped out into the warm, spring night before Max whoever-he-was started to wonder where I might’ve gone, if he even did. Better to avoid the inevitable awkward goodbye. I had no experience with one-night stands and now I knew why. It was awkward as hell afterward. Thank God New York City was five hundred miles away from Bar Harbor. I’d never have to see him again.

Two Months Later…

I wrestled the skirt up my thighs a bit and got down on my hands and knees to peer beneath the desk. I inched carefully underneath to locate the plug that would feed power to my laptop. Whoever had designed the condo showroom certainly hadn’t given any thought to female real estate agents who favored tight pencil skirts.

By the time I was all the way under, the door chime rang out through the sales showroom. Of course someone chose this exact moment to make an appearance after my entire morning had only consisted of a pair of tire-kicking tourists hoping to get out of the hot Maine summer.

“I’ll be right with you,” I called out from below the desk. My eyes darted through the darkness under the desk.
Ah-ha. There you are, you little sucker
. I plugged the laptop cord into the wall and heard footsteps approaching. The white circular desk was positioned in the middle of the showroom so that it was accessible from all angles.

“By all means, take your time,” a male voice said, sounding somewhat amused.

Something in my consciousness pinged. The voice was familiar…I racked my brain, trying to place the voice as I carefully made my way back out from under the desk. Awareness dawned on me and my stomach plummeted. In a panic, I moved too quickly.
BANG!
My head struck the bottom of the desk and the seam on the back of my skirt ripped audibly.

Shit! No, no, no!

Mortification bowled me over like I was the center pin at Leisure Lanes. I scurried out from under the desk and spun around to look up into the eyes of the man who’d been present in my thoughts every day for the past two months.

What the hell was Max doing in Bar Harbor?

CHAPTER FIVE

Max

I looked down in shock at the woman whose dark brown eyes and full breasts had occupied my fantasies since I’d met her in New York City. Well, fate certainly had a sense of humor. I’d been fantasizing about seeing her again and getting her naked, but this hadn’t been exactly what I’d had in mind. Though I had enjoyed the partial view of her ass and the red thong on display, as brief as it was.

“Chloe?” I blinked in surprise. What was she doing here?

My memory hadn’t done her justice. Despite the professional cut of her outfit, the clingy yellow knit tank and navy blue pencil skirt draped over her curves like a silk sheet. My palms ached to feel the weight of her breasts again. She’d pulled her hair off her face, leaving her slender neck bare. Fuck, I’d give anything to nuzzle my face in there and inhale her scent again. She was vanilla and sandalwood, wholesome and exotic at the same time.

Memories of Chloe’s abrupt departure after our night together interrupted my inventory of her considerable assets. I’d spent many nights wondering why she’d hurried off without saying goodbye. I’d been disappointed, but also a little annoyed. I was used to women trying to rush into my bed, not out.

“Max. What the
hell
are you doing here?” Her dark eyes were wide as she blinked rapidly.

Her shocked, irritated reaction stung. It wasn’t like I’d planned on running into her five hundred miles away. What did I expect, though? For her to embrace me and press her curves into my body after a one night stand?

“I got tired of waiting in the back room of On The Rocks, so I tracked you down.” It was all I could do to keep the serious tone in my voice.

Her face dropped like I’d just kicked her new puppy.

“Relax, I’m kidding, Chloe. Although it seems like my timing was perfect.” I tried to supress a grin as I nodded toward the torn skirt she was trying to hide, my gaze lingering where I’d seen a flash of red lace peeking out.

Chloe’s beautiful face became a brilliant shade of crimson, but she covered it with a scowl.

“You owe me a skirt.” Her dark eyes flashed. “Thanks a lot, by the way.”

I grinned wide. “My pleasure. Which it also was the night we—”

“You do not need to bring that up.” Her eyes narrowed and I could tell she was pissed.

“Really?” I raised an eyebrow. “Do you react this way to every man who gives you an orgasm? Or just the ones you choose to hit and run?”