{"id":253278,"date":"2026-07-13T02:42:27","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:42:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/a-reluctant-claim-maxine-henri\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T02:42:27","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:42:27","slug":"a-reluctant-claim-maxine-henri","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/a-reluctant-claim-maxine-henri\/","title":{"rendered":"A Reluctant Claim – Maxine Henri"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Her body responds beautifully: hips tipping back, breath breaking, fingers clawing the desk. \u201cPlease, please, please,\u201d she chants into her arm. \u201cStill think we should leave?\u201d I withdraw my hand. She shakes her head, a helpless motion. \u201cYou\u2019re\u2060\u2014\u201d I push back in, and whatever she was going to say dissolves into a sound she probably didn\u2019t mean to make. \u201cLiam, please\u2026\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s my girl. Beg, baby.\u201d I snake my other hand around to massage her clit, and her legs give in.<\/p>\n

She sags against the table. I slow down my movements, anchoring her there. Not letting her chase it. Not yet. \u201cLiam,\u201d she warns, but I pin her with my hips, not letting her move. My cock throbs between us, but I\u2019m too focused on her. Her reactions. Her stifled sounds. Her surrender. \u201cEasy, baby. I didn\u2019t say you could fall apart.\u201d She whimpers, the sound sharp and wrecked. It\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n

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\u2019s trying not to shatter. \u201cLiam,\u201d she grunts. I let the tension build until she\u2019s shaking, until the room feels charged, until even I\u2019m holding my breath. When I finally let her tip over that edge, it hits her all at once.<\/p>\n

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\u2019s been holding back. When the tremors finally ease, I straighten, ignoring the situation behind my zipper. I bring my fingers to her lips.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou made quite a mess, my beautiful, dirty girl.\u201d Her tongue darts out, and she wraps her gorgeous lips around my digits, sucking on her arousal. Fuck. She\u2019s perfect. And mine. The thought\u2014a fucking fantasy\u2014barrels 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\u2019s just burned me. Roxy stands up and falls into the chair, her eyes hooded, a languid smile ghosting her face.<\/p>\n

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\u2019 remote. \u201cI believe you were reaching for this.\u201d \u201cAsshole,\u201d 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.<\/p>\n

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\u201cJust give me a second, Mr. Stone. I\u2019ll have your guest pass and the key card for the suite ready in a minute.\u201d 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. \u201cCorm, I\u2019m not upstairs because I\u2019m on my way to get you the meeting with Pascal.\u201d<\/p>\n

I glance toward the sound and\u2026 well, not what I expected. Actually, I\u2019m 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\u2019t know she\u2019s already part of the equation. And I don\u2019t have the luxury of caring. A pixie\u2014or more of a spark\u2014charges across the marble floor. She\u2019s clad in a too-tight sequin dress, her wild dreadlocks tangled into a chaotic bun.<\/p>\n

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\u2019s 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\u2019s who she\u2019s talking to.<\/p>\n

Finally, she yanks the second shoe off mid-stride. She stumbles, catches herself, and swears like a sailor. She\u2019s 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. \u201cOkay, I\u2019ll come back upstairs,\u201d 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\u2019m still watching the elevator.<\/p>\n

And smiling. What the fuck? Those muscles in my face haven\u2019t clocked in for years. \u201cYour pass and your key.\u201d The receptionist clears her throat for the second time. \u201cI have a dinner meeting. Can I leave my suitcase here?\u201d \u201cOf course, Mr. Stone. Or I can have security bring it to your suite?\u201d \u201cGreat.\u201d I tear my eyes from the elevators and step outside. The restaurant is across the street from the Merged offices.<\/p>\n

Convenient. When I enter, the convenience evaporates. The dining room buzzes with the evening crowd\u2014too many voices layered on top of each other. I\u2019ve never understood the need to socialize with people you see for ten hours daily. Or with any people, for that matter. \u201cSo you\u2019re trying to be me now?\u201d Xander asks after we order, smirking.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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