The Hudsons: Max, Bella and Devlin: Bargained Into Her Boss's Bed / Scene 3 / Propositioned Into a Foreign Affair / Scene 4 / Seduced Into a Paper Marriage

Max’s gaze devoured her breasts. The growing ridge beneath his zipper made her mouth dry. She dampened her lips, and then taking a deep breath, she stroked her hands from her rib cage to her waist and then her hips.

A quiet growl rumbled from him. She needed him to touch her, but he waited. Dana hooked her thumbs under her string bikini panties and pushed them over her hips. They slid down her legs and Max’s eyes followed. She stepped out of them, but kept on her shoes.

When his gaze met hers again, her knees went weak at the barely controlled passion she saw in the hot blue depths. His hands returned to his belt buckle, made quick work of loosening the leather and unfastening his trousers. He kicked off his shoes and shoved his pants and boxer briefs to the floor. Next, he ripped off his socks and straightened.

The size of his erection shouted his desire more clearly than words. Max Hudson wanted her. That was something she’d prayed for for years and all that mattered at the moment. She’d work on making him love her.

He prowled toward her. “Do you have another condom in your purse?”

She barely heard his low growled question over her pounding pulse. She believed in miracles, in happily ever after and love at first sight, but mostly she believed in being prepared for all three. That was the reason she carried condoms. “Yes.”

“Get it.”

She crouched to reach the purse she’d dropped on the floor. Max surprised her by kneeling behind her. He curved his body around hers, wrapping her in a tight, hot hug. His arousal slid between her buttocks and came to rest against her wet center. She gasped. His palms caught her waist and his thighs flanked her hips as he stroked his length against her damp folds, moistening himself with her arousal. Then he leaned away, but only far enough to caress her shoulders and arms and length of her spine.

“You are beautiful, Dana,” he murmured, “and very sexy.”

Her heart squeezed with love. She’d waited what felt like forever to hear those words from him. She smiled at him over her shoulder and reached back to caress his bristly jaw, but she couldn’t make out the emotion in his eyes in the darkness. “Thank you. So are you.”

He cupped her bottom and lifted her upright as he stood. His sex remained pressed between her cheeks. His hands found her breasts and kneaded them.

“Get the condom. Now.”

She was so turned on and her hands were shaking so badly she had trouble holding on to her purse, but she located the protection and dropped her bag again. The smack of it hitting the floor echoed off the walls.

He hooked an arm around her middle and yanked her backward. His chest blanketed her back with heat. He caught her jaw with his hand, turned her head toward him and took her mouth as if he couldn’t wait another second.

The kiss was rough, hard and deep, with no warm-up preliminaries, and the odd angle with him behind her made her feel a little powerless. But the vulnerability aroused her so much she could barely stand, because Max never lost control. That he was clearly on the verge of doing so now had to mean something.

Slightly off balance in her heels, she reached up and looped her arms around his neck, holding on as tightly as she could. His hands briskly raked her torso.

“To hell with the pool,” he growled against her lips and walked her deeper into the darkness.

“Max, I can’t see.” Afraid she might run into a wall, she stretched her arms out in front of her.

“I know the way.” With his hands on her waist he guided her forward only a few feet and then stopped. His short nails scraped the middle of her back. He grabbed her hands and lifted them. “Hold on.”

Dana made out the shape of a door frame with her palms. Where was she? The doorway to her bedroom hall? “Max?”

His hands found her breasts. He kneaded her, tweaked her tight nipples and then buffed the stiff tips, causing an ache deep in her womb. A hot, open-mouth kiss scorched her neck, followed by another and another while his hands worked magic on her body. His touch was hurried, but sure and devastatingly effective.

He caressed her belly, circled her navel ring, and then finally, finally, slipped his fingertips into the curls between her legs. She was already slick for him.

He traced a devastating path over and around her sensitive flesh. She cried out as he found the right spot only to abandon it. At first she thought he just didn’t realize what he was doing, but then he did it over and over, bringing her to the brink and then letting her fall back. Her breath came in pants and her legs trembled.

He strung a line of nips and kisses down her spine. His hot breath on her buttocks preceded an open-mouthed kiss that rocked her in her shoes. He rose and tugged the condom from the hand she had fisted against the doorframe.

“Hold on,” he repeated, and then clutched her hips and drove into her from behind.

Dana gasped in surprise, in pleasure. This position took him so deep it stole her breath. He adjusted her stance and went deeper still, bending his knees and then rising to fill her again and again. She groaned out his name as desire stronger than any she’d ever experienced took hold of her.