I gasp at his entry. He fits me perfectly, and it’s everything I’ve expected and wanted.
He slips one hand underneath me and tilts me up, drawing us closer, taking my mouth in a hard, deep kiss. I dig my heels into him as I hook my legs around his hips, bringing him deeper in.
“Yes,” I whisper as he rocks against my clit. His hands add more sensual pleasure as they glide over my sides and tits, tunneling into my hair to capture me and hold me steady while he fucks me.
I sweep my hands over his back, carving the feel of his muscles, the steel of them working within the confines of his flesh, the heat and sweat of his skin as he powers against me in my mind.
The way he holds me, caresses me, and kisses me, the way he thrusts, slow and easy, taking his time, seemingly in no hurry to race to the finish line, make my heart flip as my body sizzles with the kind of pleasure a woman knows doesn’t come around very often.
I get lost in the pleasure of lovemaking. Tension fills me, coiling around my middle as Mike licks my nipples while he moves inside my. The sensation rockets to my pussy, bringing me closer to another orgasm.
“Harder,” I ask, and he complies.
“Oh yeah. Squeeze me with your pussy. Come for me.” He holds his hips off me so he can rub my clit while he fucks me, keeping his gaze trained on my face. “Let me see it.” His thumb finds the most tortured part of me, rubbing gently against the nub while he continues his thrusts.
Finally, my climax hits. The intensity of the physical pleasure combining with the emotional contact of him watching me, the way his face contorts as he comes with me, spiral me out of control.
He finishes with a passionate kiss as we both recover.
And I don’t want the night to be over until we’re both spent.
“Maggie.” Viktor’s voice brutally yanks me back to reality. “What’s it going to be? You’re going to tell him or what?”
I grab another joint from the weed table and place it between my lips. He lights it for me, anticipating my reply.
If telling Mike how I feel about him might lead to a night so beautiful as the one I’ve had in my head—even of one tenth of its beauty and intensity—then it’s worth a shot.
The weed fills my lungs and clouds my mind, dulling all my fears. “Yes.”
13. MIKE
I leave the models and go after Maggie as she eases to the garden of my suite. My rage hasn’t subsided a bit. “Enjoying the party?”
She twists, startled. It seems like she hasn’t heard me come after her. Her lips kiss that joint, and I picture her kiss something else entirely.
Damn it.
“You finished your threesome?” She blows out the smoke.
I stalk to her. “Yes. You liked having your boy while everybody watched?”
She laughs under her breath. “I did.”
Blood pounds my skull. My jealousy can’t be contained. “You love him?”
She giggles this time. “Mike, I want to talk to you.”
“I want to talk to you, too.” The pitch of my voice goes higher than I anticipate.
Her brows hook. “What’s wrong? You all right?”
No. I’m so fucking in love with you, and I can’t just watch you have sex with someone else.
But my fucking tongue is tied when it comes to you, Carolina. Because I know I’ll lose you forever if I speak, and I’d rather have my heart in eternal torture than lose you. At least, as your friend, I’ll always have a place next to you.
“Mike, what is it?”
I drag a puff from her joint. “You go first.”
