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  “You are so fucking beautiful,” he said hoarsely, staring deeply into her eyes. The intensity of his gaze while he continued to fondle her just about set Georgina off again. Grasping his head, she pulled him back down to her breasts, dying to feel his mouth on her again. He squeezed both of her breasts as close as he could and took his time alternating between licking her nipples in slow circles and inhaling them. Georgina arched her back, writhing at the pleasure coursing through her body, “Goddamn!”

  Max lifted his head, captured her loud moans in another devastating kiss, and swallowed her sounds of pleasure as he roughly fondled her breasts, stopping only to place a small foiled package in her hand. Staring into her eyes, he ordered, “Suit me up.”

  Eagerly she reached down and gripped him, but it was no easy thing to do. Max was big and one hand couldn’t fully encircle him, but she was determined to pleasure him as she stroked him firmly, using his precum to coat his shaft. He groaned into her ear, sucking her earlobe and causing her pussy to clench tightly as he pushed his swollen, heavy shaft deeper into her palms. Georgina opened the foil with her teeth and took out the latex and expertly rolled it over Max’s nine inches. “Please, Max, now! I can’t wait anymore!”

  “Yes you can, baby. You were made to take anything I dish out. Now give them to me,” he commanded and Georgina eagerly cupped her breasts, offering them up to his greedy mouth as his hands palmed her generous booty, caressing and squeezing before peeling her drenched panties off and tossing them to the side. Georgina wrapped her legs around his waist and the action brought her pussy into direct contact with his dick. Max slid his left arm under her to bring her closer to him as he slowly ground himself against her hotspot and claimed her lips again. His other hand slid down between them, and he inserted two thick fingers into her wetness once more. He moved them in sync with his tongue as his thumb teased her swollen clit and it was too much for Georgina, who clung to him desperately aching to find release.

  Max flicked her button with his thumb and kaboom she went, detonating into flames. Wrenching her mouth from his, she screamed as waves of pleasure shook her body while she rode his fingers, gripping him for dear life. He held onto her tightly and switched his mouth to her exposed neck, licking and biting along the sensitive nerves again as his fingers continued to work their incredible magic on her. The second climax was even more devastating than the first and prolonged by the shoving of her right leg over his shoulder, and Max finally plunging his big dick into her. Georgina wailed aloud as he rubbed against her g-spot and triggered a third orgasm. “Yes, yes, yessss! Don’t stop!”

  Max pinned her in place by her neck and hip and commenced to fuck her so hard that the heavy wooden table that had taken four men to bring into the house started to rattle and move under his powerful thrusts. “Baby, baby,” he crooned as he watched her mouth open and close in silence, eyes hooded with desire. With every stroke in, she got wetter and wetter. Max never wanted this ride to end as he buried his face in her neck and surged into her tightness over and over again. With every breath he took, he inhaled gardenias, orange blossoms, and the aroma of them. He wanted to stay lost in this moment forever. “Georgina…damn…your pussy is…everything. That’s it, baby, take this dick. C’mon, love; you know how we get down…shiiiiit.”

  They were drenched with sweat and Georgina’s body was drowning in so much sensation, she feared she would faint. Stuffed full of his cock that dragged along every nerve ending in her pussy and his beard brushing tantalizingly against her skin with every plunge, she drifted her eyes shut as the tingles started in her toes once more. But Max wasn’t having that as he felt the tightening in his balls. Pulling back, he gently pressed kisses to her lips. “No, Georgina! You open your eyes and tell me who’s fucking you this good.”

  The tingles were turning into trembles that smoothly transitioned into quakes that spun her inside out, and she couldn’t catch her breath as she came, “Oh-oh-oh- gaaawwwddd!”

  As Georgina’s pussy locked down on him, his orgasm shot through him like a torpedo, causing Max to cum so hard he damn near blinded himself. He threw his head back as he emptied himself into her tight heat and groaned, “Same difference.”

  Chest heaving, Georgina opened her mouth to give him a smart-ass reply and froze as they heard footsteps on the front porch. Then the doorbell rang.

  Chapter Eight

  Max growled to himself in frustration. If it hadn’t been for the interruption, he would have moved her from the table to the sofa for round two. Instead, the shrill ring of the doorbell from the unwelcome guest had broken the mood, and Georgina had scrambled to unwrap her legs from his. Her legs seemed shaky at first and he went to steady her, but she had quickly moved away from him to grab the sides of her wrinkled dress and wrap it around her body. While avoiding his gaze, she smoothed her disheveled hair and tried to compose herself before going to answer the door.

  In the ten minutes, she was gone, Max put his clothes back on and poured a glass of water which he quickly downed. Then a second followed suit, and he filled it up a third time. He felt exhausted and exhilarated at the same time. Making love to Georgina put him at the same level of exhaustion as a day’s work on the farm, but the feeling was …maaan, he didn’t even have words for it. He heard the front door close and she came back into the room. Max took one look at her irritated expression and handed her the glass. She looked at it as if she wished it were something stronger than water, then sighed and drank the entire contents of the glass before speaking.

  “That was Mr. Crenshaw across the street. He just wanted to make sure that everything was okay over here,” she murmured. “He informed me that although my aunt and uncle weren’t home, he was certainly keeping an eye on things around here. He also assured me that he would be speaking to them about my wild house parties.”

  Max tried to contain his laughter but his eyes were filled with mirth as he solemnly asked, “Would you like me to go over there and reassure him that everything is on the up and up?”

  Georgina affected an expression of affront, “Because I didn’t? I tried to let him know, but he said that if I wanted a chance with you, I was going to have to stand in line, or at least put my money in the town betting pool.”

  Humor gone and thinking about Wade’s words, Max replied with a frown, “Don’t pay him any mind.”

  Now it was Georgina’s turn to laugh, “Oh no, I want to know exactly how much it’s going for. Hell, I need capital for my business, so I think I’ll go down to city hall and read the last town meeting’s minutes. That is still where you can find such nonsense correct? Besides, I’m from Las Vegas which automatically means I’ve got better odds with gambling.”

  Max assessed her with a long look, before bending down to pick up her panties. He ignored her outraged gasp as he put them in his back pocket. “How much capital do you need for your business?”

  “I’ll thank you to return my panties, please,” Georgina replied, haughtily ignoring his question. Face flaming, she held out her hand for the requested garment.

  “I like what your selling, Georgina. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that your business is going to explode. Just opening your dress and seeing you in those sexy pieces, I damn near lost my mind.” Max shook his head with admiration, and Georgina blushed at his compliment. “You wear your products extremely well.”

  “Well thank you very much, Max,” Georgina gave him a brilliant smile, and Max felt something stirring, not in his pants this time, but his chest as he watched her pretty eyes sparkle in response to his words. Yup, he’d suspected that this was where things were headed and waited for the wave of panic to hit him. Nope, nothing.

  “There is one thing I’d like to know,” Georgina purred as she walked over to him, hypnotizing him with the sway of her hips. She reached him and gave a seductive look from beneath the thick sweep of her lashes, and Max was fascinated. Angry Georgina was amusing and intimidating. Guarded Georgina was infuriating, but seductive Georgina was
an extremely tempting sight.

  Interest piqued, Max watched as she bit her lip and peeked up at him, placing a hand on his shoulder as she angled her face up towards his. He lowered his head until their lips were barely touching. “What’s that, sweetheart?”

  “How did you know where to unclasp the bra?” she fired at him, staring deep into his eyes, all signs of seduction gone. “That’s one of our signature features to always guarantee a smooth back finish. The clasp is deliberately placed for discretion, and only someone who was familiar with our products would know that, Max. So you tell me, how much experience have you had with Feminine Intuition?”

  Damn she was good, he thought dazedly. The fire in her eyes quickly cleared his head, and he knew he had to say something to diffuse her. “Enough to want to invest in your business.”

  Stunned Georgina quickly stepped back, ignoring the vicious green-eyed monster clawing to get out. “What did you just say?”

  “I said I want to invest in your business. And I’m not one to discuss my personal business so much, but I already have in a roundabout way,” Max said uneasily. “I’ve given money to a friend of mine to purchase items from Feminine Intuition because I liked them so much. That’s how I know you’ve got a good product, and I’m serious about investing. So what do you say?”

  “No. My. God. You fucked some girl in lingerie I designed and knowing that, you fucked me also?!” Georgina shrieked as Max shook his head impatiently.

  “I didn’t know shit about you when we met, so don’t even make it try to sound so cold,” Max stated shortly, but she was off and running, with her hands on her hips and her squinty flat-lined emoji face on.

  “And what about today, huh? When you were dicking me down all over the table?? I can’t believe you did that! That’s where my family eats!” she fumed, trying to quell the jealousy of Max being intimate with some other woman. Georgina tried to tell herself it was before her time, but then she thought about the way he’d almost screwed her into a coma and got pissed off all over again. This was why she didn’t do relationships! She was spinning out of control over some dick... and what was between his legs as well. “I think you should go now. I’ve got a lot to do today and I’m done wasting my time.”

  Max stepped into her space, caging her in against the fridge. Despite the anger pulsing through her, Georgina felt her breath catch because where her anger was fire, Max’s was ice cold. “Correction; we did that. You were wetter than Niagara Falls, and if it hadn’t been for Mr. Crenshaw, I would have fucked you again six more ways from Sunday; and judging from your recent orgasms, you would’ve loved it,” he said bluntly, watching as her mouth dropped open before she recovered and shut it. Georgina stared at him defiantly as he continued harshly.

  “I’m not going to apologize for wanting you. Nor am I going to let you sit there and act like I did something wrong. Yes, I did have relations with someone else; but please believe me that until I met you, I was never inspired enough to perform at the level that I have since doing so, and I won’t apologize or be made to feel guilty about it,” Max shook his head in frustration. “I believe in your business and your determination to make it work. I have the money and connections to make it happen, which it seems you are in need off. I normally do not make offers like this, so I need you to understand that I’m not trying to get you to swallow my dick, Georgina— just your goddamn pride long enough to listen to what I’m saying.”

  She chewed on her bottom lip while thinking about what he said. He got hard just watching her. Her responses earlier had been so passionate. Now she was so reserved. Georgina Carlton was a contradiction addiction he didn’t want a cure from. Finally, she spoke. “I’m sorry for being like this. It’s just that we’ve known each other less than a short time, and we’ve fucked more times than there are days in a week So please forgive me for just trying to regroup myself,” she said, still trying to collect her thoughts regarding their intimacy. “So you’re telling me there are no strings attached to your monetary offer?”

  “Yes, there are strings,” Max answered, and her face contorted with anger. He held his hand up. “I want to see your business plans and financial records before I draw up a contract and hand over any money. You have to remain in Baymoor for a month and immerse yourself in small town life. You will work with me when needed on the farm and accompany me to any events I need to attend. And last but not least, you will not hold back from me. If you want to touch or kiss me, then do it. I’ve never had to force myself on a woman, and I’ll be damned if I start now. But I do want you to tell me what you have against anything between us. We’re both consenting adults. What’s so wrong about what happened between us? I don’t regret what I did, and I sure as hell hope you don’t either. At least be woman enough to admit to yourself that you have needs and they need to be addressed.”

  Georgina let his words sink in. Max was everything she could want in a lover and she craved him like no other. Before him, she’d never even orgasmed during intercourse. With Max, it was so recklessly wild and liberating. He made her so wet and she ached for his touch, to take him in her mouth and swallow every last drop that came gushing out. She wanted him to fuck her whichever way he wanted to; just because she just knew it would be sooooo good. Georgina contemplated his offer. She would get to spend more time with her family, receive investment money, and be… Max’s lover. Thanks to him, Georgina would be getting everything she wanted. It was an extremely tempting offer, but she’d be damned if she let him know it.

  Georgina thought about her mother and her need for men. It had almost destroyed Ingrid in the end and it had forever altered her children’s lives. Georgina was adamant that history would not repeat itself with her by falling for a pretty face with skills in bed.

  Maybe it wasn’t for the best. She did want the money, but not if it meant she had to open herself up to the uncontrollable feelings between them. What if she never recovered?

  “I do want you, Max. More than you’ll ever know. But this madness of having sex all willy-nilly isn’t me. Ask anyone who knows me, and they would be surprised to find out I had it in the last decade! My God, my own brother was just informing me that I should get laid more two days ago. So I’ll own the mixed signals I’m sending you, and I’m sorry for that, but I just can’t be that person who gets caught up in relationships; they’re not for me. I’m only here for a short while longer anyways.” His stance was rigid and his face looked as though it was carved from stone. “So, maybe it’s best not to get involved you know?” Georgina took a deep breath. “It would be nice if we could be...friends?”

  “I have lots of friends, but I’m not interested in going down on any of them. I’m not trying to marry you, Georgina,” he clarified harshly. “I’m trying to fuck you. Four weeks is good to me. I promise you won’t regret it. Are you in?”

  Max was angry at her and himself. Since meeting her, he had been fascinated with her and tried to take things slowly, but being with her made him lose control. In the past, he’d had a lot of women and was always honest and upfront about not wanting to change his status to plus one. The truth was always appreciated; a fact he’d found out the hard way. The only thing was, this time, he wasn’t being honest. With Georgina or himself.

  Ever since moving to Baymoor, Max had curbed his playboy ways. He liked living a simpler life. The woman in D.C. expected nothing from him except to deliver in bed. But lately, he’d started thinking about marriage and babies. He just needed to find the right woman. Max had a feeling he’d found her, but here she was giving him the same spiel he’d perfected. Slowly he cupped Georgina’s face in his palms. Her eyes were wide and her breathing heavy. He gently pulled her closer to him until their lips were barely touching. He kissed each corner of her mouth, his tongue running along the seam of her lips teasingly. Her eyes drifted shut, and she leaned further towards him, hungry for more. His lips covered hers and his tongue explored her mouth lazily with none of the intensity from earlier. The kiss was slow and l
anguid as he drank from her.

  “Say yes and tell me what you like, Georgina,” he whispered against her lips. “I want to make this experience count for you because it seems you have a lot to make up for.”

  Georgina felt like she’d been drugged as she slowly opened her heavy eyes and stared up at him. “I like…this. Your kisses and the way you touch me…Just an FYI: I’m not a butt girl,” she added quickly. Max smiled devilishly and Georgina had the apprehensive feeling he could turn her into one if he wanted.

  “What do you like?” she asked shyly. He took his time answering her. Finally, he said, “I like passion. I like a woman who can let go of her reservations and have a great time in bed. It’s cool if you’re not a butt girl, but is that area off limits for foreplay?”

  Georgina hesitated. “I’m willing to experiment with gentle foreplay in that area, but stop is stop, got it?” He nodded his head, watching her closely. “You’re very experienced aren’t you?”