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“Sounds about right.” He added.

  “Why her?” I continued. “She’s passionate, funny, challenging but also very soft in her own way. In a way that I want to uncover and protect with her permission.”

  This time, Maxine’s thigh jumped, which felt involuntary. Then, her head swiveled to face me and the warmth that cloaked it made my own heart skip a beat.

  Apparently, the two of us were in our own bubble because Harold cleared his throat. The noise had us reverting our attention back to him.

  “Does that suffice?” I asked.

  His eyes landed on Maxine and asked, “Well, does it baby girl?”

  “That’s something Noah and I can discuss.” She pinned me with a look before she said, “In private.”

  I smiled because that’s exactly what we were going to do, plus many other things. The rest of lunch was splendid as Harold, Maxine, and I fell into easy conversation about London, America, real estate, work, and politics. Then, Harold focused on what I should see before I left the states. He also gave me his number and we made plans to meet up tomorrow. It was time for Maxine to return to work, so she leaned in and whispered, “Where are you staying?”

  “The W.” I answered with a smile. “You’re leaving at four-thirty, right?”

  The woman eyed me because she knew that I knew she would leave at seven, but not today or any day I was here. Maxine gave me a tight smile and said, “Yes, of course.”

  I laughed out loud, then leaned down to kiss her temple.

  “That hard, huh?” I was still laughing.

  “Yes, and you know this.” She exclaimed with a small swat to my chest.

  “Good, I’ll pop by and meet you after work.” She raised an eyebrow, so I lifted one of my own. “Loads to discuss.”

  “Right.” She agreed. “See you then.”

  Maxine went to turn around, but I pulled her back into me and this time, kissed the corner of her mouth.

  “Next time, I want your tongue.” I shared.

  The W had more than earned its reputation. I was greeted at the door, offered valet parking, my check-in was seamless, and the app for the hotel chain was genius. I explored the facilities and the mobile application while I prepared for meeting up with Maxine.

  At the designated time, she emerged from the lift, looking almost as sexy as she did when I saw her at lunch. She approached, walking towards me without breaking eye contact. To my surprise, Maxine waltzed right up to me, cupped my face, and brought it down, so she could run her tongue over my lips.

  Bloody hell.

  My cock immediately rose to join in on the party and that was how I pulled away, nabbed her hand, and dragged her back to my hotel room. All the woman did was laugh, as her feet pattered against the concrete sidewalk.

  “Noah, hold on.” She had humor in her voice.

  “Not until we get to my room.” I kept walking until we entered the building and crossed the threshold.

  It was then that I rounded on her and took those lips in the deepest kiss I had ever participated in. Our tongues battled for dominance as the intensity grew between us. Thoughts of her with some wanker had me on the verge of going mad.

  The fight continued until I had Maxine pressed against the door with both hands captured above her head. This way, she was compliant and let me have my naughty way with her. I began to explore her body from her neck to her arse. She was so bloody warm and soft.

  “Noah.” She moaned, but I kept using my hand to touch each and every curve on her sexy body.

  Scooping her up in my arms, I carried her to the king-sized bed and laid her out. Moving my body to hover over hers as I leaned further in.

  “Noah.” Maxine whispered. “Do you think we should talk first?”

  “About?” I asked as I bit her earlobe.

  “This. Us. You. I mean, you’re here in America.” She exclaimed, which reminded me that everything was clear in my head but that she might not be caught up with where I am.

  With my knees in the bed, I rose, so I was erect but still straddling her.

  “Let’s talk.” I urged her.

  “Okay.” She nodded and tried to sit up as well.

  I put a hand to keep her lying on her back and shaking my head.

  “I’d rather keep you like this.” I told her. One of her eyebrows rose, but I asked again. “You said we need to talk?”

  “You came all the way over here. Was that for me?” She asked with a straight face.

  “Yes, it was for you.” I answered.

  “Okay, so were you jealous?” Maxine asked. “When you thought there was a Friday date with another man?”

  “Yes.” I replied. “Other feelings that accompanied the green monster were possession and obsession. Ownership.”

  Those big brown eyes dilated and it took everything in me not to react but to listen to what she was saying.

  “We’ve just been talking up until now.” Maxine pointed out. “What changed?”

  “I’m not sure if anything changed except you needed to know that you weren’t on the market.” I eyed the sassy woman.

  Her eyes began to wander, but then landed back on me. A small smile crept onto the woman’s face and in that moment, I saw it. She was vulnerable and it was a quick glance at the lady that is so strong, but at the end of the day, needed to be reminded that she was wanted, beyond her business.

  “Why?” she asked simply.

  My head nodded as it descended to tell her, but more importantly show her what words couldn’t express.

  “You’re irresistible.” I kissed her lips. “Sexy as fuck.” My lips moved to her neck. “Wild.” I bit her soft flesh under her ear. “Mine.”

  Her soft moan in my ear, pulled on the last of my restraint and I removed whatever barrier, including those red knickers of hers and began to explore her body with my mouth. Maxine’s fingers were laced through my hair as she pulled and maneuvered me how she felt was deemed necessary, but when I latched onto that brown pearl of hers, I sucked on it, until she exploded. My tongue lapping up every drop from her clit to her arse, I made myself acquainted with all things down under. This clearly made her uncomfortable, but she was so fucking wet, I knew it turned her on.

  “Noah!” she moaned, when my finger joined the party of bringing her to another orgasm.

  “I’m here, Love.” I kept sucking and fucking her with my fingers in her slippery cunt.

  The woman had a set of lungs on her, because she screamed the house down, especially when I added a finger, to her tight arse. Using my fingers to scissor both holes, made Maxine’s, almost violent. There had to be chunks of my hair between her fingers.

  Her body fell limp on the bed, after I wrung that last orgasm from her, but we were far from done. Nabbing my trousers, I pulled the condom, slid it on and with both legs lifted and slung over my arms, I entered her body. She was mine and I needed her to be sure of that. It was a claiming, I knew it, but I wasn’t apologizing.

  “Fuck, Maxine. You’re so bloody tight,” I kept pumping in and out of her until I was able to fill her completely.

  Her pants, moans and the way she was pulling on me, made me so hard. My strokes became shorter as I plowed into her like a machine. It was hard but she was taking it and giving it right back to me. Sweat was dripping from my chest, but this fucking woman, wrapped both arms around me and licked my nipple where the drops were splashing on her and bit my nipple.

  I was done.

  The electricity came down my spine, going straight to my cock, and I came hard, while banging her into the mattress. Her mouth was still on me as I growled out my release and had to fall to the side because she just wrung me dry.

  Bugger.

  After visiting the loo, disposing of the condom and dropping back on the bed where Maxine was sprawled out, I thought we were done.

  “Wow,” she exhaled into my chest, since I’d gathered her in my arms for about a good ten minutes.

  I didn’t speak, but wanted to be there for her in case she want
ed to process more after the mind-blowing sex. It wasn’t a shag, it was a claim.

  “You get why I came here, now?” I asked.

  Maxine’s head lifted so she could look at me, then she smiled big and answered, “Yes.”

  She went to the loo for about five minutes, but when she returned it wasn’t in my embrace. No, the woman climbed on top of me and began to run her wet all over my cock, waking him up.

  “Maxine,” I warned against her dangerous game. “You want more.”

  My body knifed up so we were chest-to-chest. Those big brown eyes were dilated and she was more than ready.

  “Fuck, yes.” She hummed and clamped down on me more. “I’m clean and on the pill.”

  Crikey.

  My head went back against the headboard, right before I lifted her and aligned my hard cock with her wet pussy. Then Maxine let out a long moan and began to show me just how wild she was riding me like I was a bloody racehorse. My hand slapped her ass so many times, it had to hurt and stung, but God, she knew how to ride. The woman was shagging me. It was not the other way around.

  “That’s right, Love,” I hissed and slapped her ass again. “Harder, faster. Fuck.”

  “N-N-noah,” she was out of breath. “N-noah. Oh Godddddd.”

  She was coming soon, so I slowed her down, put one finger in her tight arsehole and slammed her down on me repeatedly, until she was falling apart and collapsed on me.

  Bloody right.

  She was mine and I wasn’t letting her go

  I woke up with Maxine tucked under me and sheets tangled in between her legs. The clock read three in the morning, which I’m sure had to do with jet lag, hot sex, and the fact that I’d be at work right now in London.

  She stirred and murmured something in her sleep. I tried not to laugh because it was bloody cute. Her rhythmic breathing was so close to me finally. It was not a dream, an image in my head, or even a fantasy. Maxine was right under my arms with her back to my chest.

  Sleep.

  Bloody hell. Images from last night began to flood my mind, making me hard again. She was sexy, voracious, and submissive. How could any woman be all of those things bottled in one body?

  Hell, I needed to go to the loo, but I didn’t want to leave her side. We could have stayed like that forever, and I would have died a happy man.

  Ultimately, my bladder didn’t care how much bliss I was in, so I relieved myself and tucked back in bed behind Maxine. She stirred just a little but remained sleep. I joined her almost thirty minutes later only to be awoken again a couple of hours later.

  Maxine was bouncing around the room on one leg, trying to put her leg through something.

  “Maxine?” I called while sitting up in bed.

  “Oh, did I wake you? I’m sorry.” She whispered. “I’m just going to go, so I can go to work…”

  Grogginess shook off me faster than a New York minute as I was out of bed and prowling towards her.

  “No!” I said simply.

  “Noah, I have to work.” She raised her voice, no longer whispering.

  “Don’t bloody care. Call out. You can take a day. I want one day with you.” I told her.

  I saw it the moment she softened to the idea.

  “I’m a small business and a lot of it still revolves around me. I don’t have a whole group that can run my business in my absence.” She explained.

  “Bullocks!” I countered. “You have a team, and they have operated without you for a whole week. They made you take a vacation. I’m asking for a day. Tomorrow, you can go to work, and we’ll have dinner at your place. Thursday, go to work then you can come here for dinner. Friday, go to work and then after that, the weekend, you’re all mine.”

  Maxine assessed me for a bit, then she smirked before saying, “You just have everything figured out, huh? Come into town and just take over, is that it?”

  “Depends on who we’re talking about.” My right hand cupped her face as I continued to speak. “Talking about the woman who insults my mom’s customer service skills almost weekly. The goddess that I had to connect with because she left such an impression. Wait, I know. The woman I spend time talking with throughout the week and the rest waiting to hear about her day. If you’re talking about that woman, then yes. I want more.” I pierced her with my eyes, so she knew exactly what I was saying.

  “You do?” She barely whispered.

  “I’m in Philadelphia. In the States because I heard one thing I didn’t like.” I leveled with her eyes. “I want more.”

  “Noah, that’s not even a normal long-distance. It’s five hours difference!” She exclaimed.

  “We’ve been doing it so far.” I reminded her.

  Those brown eyes met mine as understanding set in.

  “Noah, it’s hard work.” She replied.

  “Good thing you and I both are not foreigners to that concept.” I kissed her forehead. “Call out and come back to bed.”

  Maxine nodded her head and called out via email. This took a while because she also gave instructions on what needed to happen. As soon as she finished, I pounced on her, and we spent another couple of hours taking each other to the brink and back again.

  Maxine served as a tour guide around the city of Brotherly Love. We traveled to the infamous location where Rocky Balboa ran up the steps. She took me to see the crack in the Liberty Bell, and we posed for pictures in the LOVE Park with the actual statue behind us. I saw the horse and buggy ride down the street, so I flagged the lad for a ride. Maxine was scared at first, but then laid back and enjoyed the moment.

  Our conversation with each other grew from informational items to much deeper thoughts. It was both challenging and revealing at the same time for both of us. We ended our time at a soul food place, where Maxine swore they had excellent service. To my surprise, the woman was right. Not only was the service top shelf, but the food was also award-winning.

  “Love, that was the most delicious food I’ve ever had.” I tapped the table.

  “That’s soul food.” She shared. “Totally not good for you but soothing to the soul.”

  I laughed because the treadmill was needed after consuming all of that decadent food. Maxine explained that it was usually a black American thing. I didn’t care whose thing it was, I just wanted more.

  “You know how to cook this type of food?” I asked.

  She eyed me for a beat, then answered, “Yeah, I do.”

  “Good.” I replied. “It was rather delicious, and I’d like more in the future.”

  Maxine laughed out loud and nodded her head.

  “Good, then you’ll be able to make some whenever I want.” I said.

  “You think so?” She smirked. “Think you’ll just have your own soul food chef, huh?”

  “Love, you cook like that, then yeah.” I told her as we left the restaurant.

  She laughed at me while shaking her head as if she couldn’t believe what I was saying.

  “What’s your address?” I asked once we reached the rental car.

  “Noah.” She said in a warning tone. “I am going to work tomorrow.”

  “That’s fine, but I’m staying with you tonight.” I clarified as we eyed each other over the top of the luxury car.

  “Noah.” She sighed.

  Opening the car door for her, I waited patiently. Not inviting any conversation on the matter because we had already established a plan.

  Maxine slid inside, and then I closed the door. We made our way to her house, which was a nice brownstone in North Philly. It was newly remodeled and pretty urban. It had three stories and a basement. This was a different setup than London, with various flats around different sections of the city. It seemed spacious and more room to breathe.

  “Your place is striking.” I told her. “Very posh.”

  “Thanks, I think. You’ll have to give me a lesson in London interpretations one day.” Maxine informed me as she went about her routines of hanging up her purse and putting her shoes in some sor
t of rack near the door.

  Then, she walked her stocking feet to the living room and asked, “Would you like something to drink?”

  “Yes, a nightcap would be great.” I told her. “A coffee will do.”

  Maxine nodded and busied herself in the kitchen. I took my time to walk around and get a different view of her space. It was just like her. Orderly, neat, clean, and yet colorful.

  There were pictures of women carrying what looked like barrels of water on their head with no clothes or colorful dresses. Four square pictures made up one big square with three inches between them.

  Reminded me of Maxine carrying her load and the many ways that she did that.

  Once she finally returned, we sat and sipped on our hot beverages. When all was done, I pulled her up by the arms and whispered, “I had a fun day. For the first time in a long time and tomorrow, I’m hanging out with your father.”

  Maxine beamed that smile that warmed an old bloke’s heart. Without thinking, I kissed her in a deep lips, tongue, and teeth kiss. It was she that broke it off and led me upstairs to her bedroom. This time, I took it slow. Slow to have her come on my fingers, slow to come on my cock, and then on my face. Measured and timed, I constantly pulled Maxine to the brink, and then let her explode whenever I deemed so.

  Chapter 8

  Maxine

  The next morning, I was able to get to work after being kidnapped by Noah for the day. Granted, I wasn’t allowed to leave without breakfast, an orgasm, and a long kiss that made my toes curl. The man would hear no complaints from me.

  Around nine-thirty, Gladys came gliding through my office as if she was on a float, talking about how dreamy Noah is.

  “Say what?” I asked.

  Specifically, because she scorched the man to his death with her glare a couple of days ago, when he unexpectedly came and barged into my office.

  “He’s so dreamy.” She smiled with that goofy look that I’ve yet to see on her face.

  “Since when?” I raised an eyebrow.

  She held up a card and the black & gold coloring was a dead giveaway.

  “A gift card?” I asked.