A Reluctant Claim – Maxine Henri

Her body responds beautifully: hips tipping back, breath breaking, fingers clawing the desk. “Please, please, please,” she chants into her arm. “Still think we should leave?” I withdraw my hand. She shakes her head, a helpless motion. “You’re⁠—” I push back in, and whatever she was going to say dissolves into a sound she probably didn’t mean to make. “Liam, please…” “That’s my girl. Beg, baby.” I snake my other hand around to massage her clit, and her legs give in.

She sags against the table. I slow down my movements, anchoring her there. Not letting her chase it. Not yet. “Liam,” she warns, but I pin her with my hips, not letting her move. My cock throbs between us, but I’m too focused on her. Her reactions. Her stifled sounds. Her surrender. “Easy, baby. I didn’t say you could fall apart.” She whimpers, the sound sharp and wrecked. It’s the most heady, empowering feeling, to get Roxy to the point where she balances on that edge where control and surrender blur into something dangerous.

My hand moves again, alternating the tempo, drawing it out until her entire body is wound tight around the waiting. She presses her forehead to the desk, breaths coming in shallow gasps, every muscle trembling like she’s trying not to shatter. “Liam,” she grunts. I let the tension build until she’s shaking, until the room feels charged, until even I’m holding my breath. When I finally let her tip over that edge, it hits her all at once.

She comes undone with a broken sound, knees threatening to give, my name caught somewhere between a gasp and a curse. I keep her there, steadying her through it, letting her ride it out against the desk, against me, against everything she’s been holding back. When the tremors finally ease, I straighten, ignoring the situation behind my zipper. I bring my fingers to her lips.

“You made quite a mess, my beautiful, dirty girl.” Her tongue darts out, and she wraps her gorgeous lips around my digits, sucking on her arousal. Fuck. She’s perfect. And mine. The thought—a fucking fantasy—barrels through me like a wrecking ball. What the hell is wrong with me? She is not mine. She could never be mine. To find my equilibrium, I jerk my hand away and pull back like she’s just burned me. Roxy stands up and falls into the chair, her eyes hooded, a languid smile ghosting her face.

Her just-fucked face is arresting. I want to hoist her into my arms and kiss her. Instead, I reach past her for the blinds’ remote. “I believe you were reaching for this.” “Asshole,” she snorts as I step out of the boardroom, leaving her behind. Along with my sanity. 1kitap1.com/en Chapter 17 Roxy adness. Madness. Madness. My days are filled with madness. Lust-induced, sex-filled, wrecked-by- orgasms madness.

“Just give me a second, Mr. Stone. I’ll have your guest pass and the key card for the suite ready in a minute.” The front desk attendant gives me a honeyed smile while her fingers glide across the keys, the typing echoing in the vast, empty corporate foyer. When I called Cormac Quinn, the CEO of Merged, he graciously offered me their corporate visitor suites, conveniently located one floor above their offices. I adjust my collar. A voice cuts through the lobby like a ricochet. “Corm, I’m not upstairs because I’m on my way to get you the meeting with Pascal.”

I glance toward the sound and… well, not what I expected. Actually, I’m not sure what my imagination conjured in the few seconds between my overhearing her and now. Definitely not her. The woman who can get me closer to my goal. She doesn’t know she’s already part of the equation. And I don’t have the luxury of caring. A pixie—or more of a spark—charges across the marble floor. She’s clad in a too-tight sequin dress, her wild dreadlocks tangled into a chaotic bun.

The dress is red enough to violate building codes. And why is she stumbling like a baby deer on black ice? With her phone between her shoulder and her ear, she bends one knee, lifting her foot and swaying as she tries to take off her shoe. Her heels look like they were engineered for self-harm. She’s losing the battle with them. Barreling through the marble space, she mutters something that sounds like she is giving shit to the untouchable Cormac Quinn. If that’s who she’s talking to.

Finally, she yanks the second shoe off mid-stride. She stumbles, catches herself, and swears like a sailor. She’s juggling balance, phone, and footwear with the coordination of a drunken monkey, and yet somehow, the chaos works. A streak of sequins, bare feet, and pure defiance. “Okay, I’ll come back upstairs,” she grumbles, and turns back toward the elevators. She steps into one, and the lobby falls back into silence. Little Thunder. Not what I expected, for sure. The receptionist clears her throat. I realize I’m still watching the elevator.

And smiling. What the fuck? Those muscles in my face haven’t clocked in for years. “Your pass and your key.” The receptionist clears her throat for the second time. “I have a dinner meeting. Can I leave my suitcase here?” “Of course, Mr. Stone. Or I can have security bring it to your suite?” “Great.” I tear my eyes from the elevators and step outside. The restaurant is across the street from the Merged offices.

Convenient. When I enter, the convenience evaporates. The dining room buzzes with the evening crowd—too many voices layered on top of each other. I’ve never understood the need to socialize with people you see for ten hours daily. Or with any people, for that matter. “So you’re trying to be me now?” Xander asks after we order, smirking.

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