Chapter 22

Mia

I didn’t think I’d ever get to see Andy today, and I decided that billionaire James Maxwell was a shameless liar. I shouldn’t have believed his word even though he’d promised he’d take me to my brother. I should have asked for a signed contract for a specific date and time for the requested meeting. It should have been written in the clauses of our contract. But I was stupid and had never thought about that. I was too naive and trustful.

Oh God! My mind was going numb again.

“James,” I groaned. “James.” I had to stop him before I was too far gone, before I lost myself to him again. Thus, I pushed him away from me, my puny palms against his massive broad chest. When he finally responded and eased his weight from me, I slipped off the bed, intending to run to my own room.

I only managed one step before he swiftly caught my wrist. I jumped the moment I felt his hot hand on my skin, because I knew I wasn’t getting away.

When I turned my gaze to him, there was no pleasant grin on his face. He was wearing his brooding, dark look that was both dangerous and alluring at the same time.

“One more,” he said bluntly and pulled me back to him.

One more? But we’d only just done it. Twice! He had taken me twice straight after breakfast. And now he wanted another?

I landed in his arms, my backside sitting intimately against his shaft. That almighty beast was already fully aroused, and I gasped at the heat and firmness against me.

“But James,” I said meekly. “My brother. Isn’t he waiting?”

“The appointment isn’t until this evening. Quit worrying,” he stated bluntly.

Oh, so now he told me. I’d thought I’d get to see my brother this morning. Wait, was it even still morning? I couldn’t tell because we were still in James’ bedroom, and there was no way I could tell the time. There was no clock or even alarm clock here. I wondered how he managed to get up on time. Perhaps he had a very good biological clock.

James snuggled his nose against the nape of my neck, his face buried in my long hair, and I whimpered in response. I felt him rubbing himself against my backside, and I knew he wouldn’t let me go until he had what he wanted, which was me. Unexpectedly, I felt my own body warming up and burning with need again. Shit!

Without further ado, James moved me in such a way that I was on all fours, like a canine, with my backside in the air. While he himself was on top of me, wrapping his body intimately over me like a hot, heavy blanket. Then before I knew it, he was in me, and then he began prodding in and out of me again.

I groaned and closed my eyes.

He was even rougher than before, thrusting in and out, making my body move in rhythm with his. My legs shook as our bodies continued to dance erotically, and I knew I’d collapse soon. And then I did. I puffed out and then cried out his name, my body exploding in pure, agonizing pleasure.

I ended up lolling on the bed, my backside still in the air. The new position didn’t faze James. His thrusting continued. If anything, it was stronger; the pounding was vigorous and demanding, drilling right to the deepest parts of me.

“Ngh… Mmm…” I felt myself squeezing around him, sucking at him.

Suddenly, he pulled out, leaving me empty and cold. I felt abandoned and wanted to cry. I wondered mindlessly and sadly if it was over, if he’d come. I wanted to find out but couldn’t as I had no strength left to even open my eyes.

Then with one powerful move, he bored deep into me. I gasped. “Ngh…”

My whole world was twisting and blazing, and tears burned in my eyes as I came, intense and powerful. My whole body shook, and my vision darkened.

“J-James!” His name escaped my lips as I clutched the bedsheet. The overwhelming climax washed over me, long and slow, and somewhere in the middle, I lost consciousness. When I next opened my eyes, James collapsed on top of me, kissing my hair and back as his hands caressed the whole length of me. I lay there, breathless and dazed.

I closed my eyes again, knowing I wouldn’t be able to move until much later. My body was aching yet still buzzing from the aftereffects. All I wanted to do now was to be left alone in peace and sleep. I was about to doze off when I felt myself being rolled around.

I lifted my heavy eyelids and saw James watching me. What was with him? Once again, he looked as energetic as ever. I didn’t know if I could handle another round of hard sex, if that was indeed his intention.

I was about to push him away from me when I felt myself being scooped up.

“James, please,” I begged. “I’m exhausted.” I wanted to bash him in the chest, if only for him to put me down and leave me alone, but I was too exhausted to do so.

He looked at me darkly, and ignoring my protest, he headed toward the bathroom. At this point, however, I knew I couldn’t put up any fight. If he was going to do it to me again, I’d just lie there lifeless, like a dead fish.

Was he going to take me in the bathroom? Did he want a change in scenery?

Whatever the case, I just didn’t care. I snuggled myself against his chest and closed my eyes. It was quite nice there, even though his chest was hard as a rock. A moment later, I felt the warmth of water in contact with my skin. I flicked my eyes open and saw both he and I were sinking into a big bath of soapy water. I couldn’t help myself. I smiled and sighed with delight.

Once we settled in the big tub, I made myself comfortable and nestled my face against his chest once again and then closed my eyes. I was content to just be in his arms and sleep, even in the bath.

It wasn’t long before I felt James caressing my arms, then my cheeks, my breasts, and now and again, he kissed me on the forehead and lips. It was a pleasant moment, and within the deepest part of me, I felt this glowing warmth, just like the sun was shining. I smiled as I dozed off.