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CHAPTER 11
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Oh, no! The words bounced around Maxima’s brain like a pinging dot in one of those annoying computer games. No, no, no, no, no! If she’d had one rule for herself, if she’d thought any of this through enough to have created some set of rules for herself, which would have been a pretty damn good idea, rule number one would have been: NO KISSING. Well, no physical contact of any kind, obviously. But it was too late for that, so maybe, if she pulled herself together long enough to list a few rules for personal conduct, she had a tiny possibility of getting through this charade without making a fool of herself. The same way it already happened four years ago, on that night. Maxima got through the rest of the night somehow, but she was always conscious of Liam’s presence beside her, of the feel of his arm when it brushed hers. Even through the summer-weight jacket Liam wore, she felt his body heat the same way she felt the insistent attr
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That was it? ‘Okay’? Maxima had no idea why, but she kinda felt let down. He hadn’t tried very hard to argue her out of her position. And not that she’d have caved, but it would have felt good to know she was so desirable he’d make an issue out of wanting to sleep with her. She supposed he’d find another willing partner to play his games easily enough that not getting into her bed wasn’t going to bother him very much. How depressing… She hadn’t even been entirely honest. She’d slept with men she knew she didn’t love, but she’d always felt more than mere friendship, she supposed. And more than simply lust. And Maxima hadn’t been sharing living quarters with them at the time. Fortunately, since she couldn’t think of anything to talk about and her companion didn’t seem interested in starting a new subject of conversation, the cab pulled up in front of a wonderful building on the Upper East Side. The area was quite nice, and full of up
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“Oh… My… God… I think my tongue just had an orgasm.” Billie moaned as she bit into the Salted Bourbon Caramel and Dark Chocolate tartlet, freshly prepared by Maxima for a ‘tasting marathon’. Her fourth in less than a minute. Maxima couldn’t remember when she’d felt so gratified. Four days after she’d moved into Liam’s place, she was already experimenting, cooking with recipes she knew as she got comfortable with the stove and playing with the ingredients to try new, original combinations.“Girl, you are a freaking food genius!” Billie swallowed, trying to control herself, and gave in, reaching for another tartlet.“I know you needed a guinea pig, and I was happy to help, but this is my last one. Stab me with that chef’s knife if I even try to reach for another one after this.” She popped the treat into her mouth and closed her eyes as she devoured it.“I am going to have to spend the next week at the gym to make up for it,” she said, openin
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“Honey, I’m home!” Liam felt like an idiot announcing his presence in his own house, but he didn’t want to startle his temporary roommate. He stepped inside and felt his nostrils quiver. What was that amazing smell?“Hi, Liam!” a cheerful voice answered him. “You’re home early.” He put down his briefcase. He’d never thought of his home as cold before, but walking into it now, Liam noticed a huge difference. The space felt warm, lived-in, and whatever that woman was cooking, his stomach wanted some. Dragging his tie off, Liam moved closer to his kitchen. He had never thought a woman could look so sexy in an apron. The image reminded him of moms and old ladies at Christmas dressed as Mrs. Claus. But on Maxima? The red-and-white striped apron was about the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Liam stared in amazement. Never had there been so much activity in his kitchen so long as he’d lived here. He’d grilled the odd steak, and a woman or
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When she’d settled herself on the other side of the big farmhouse table, Liam poured the wine, then raised his glass.“I would like to propose a toast.”“Let’s hear it,” Maxima said in a curious voice.“I toast to our mutual success.” She smiled at him, and they both drank.“You were a big hit at dinner the other night, by the way,” he told her.“Really?” Liam reached for a tiny ‘vol-au-vent’, a small hollow case of puff pastry stuffed with crab and some kind of sauce, and popped it in his mouth.“Oh, wow! Max, this is fantastic,” he said thickly. “I kinda hated crab… up until now.”“Thank you! I’m glad you like it,” she said, taking a sip from her glass. “So… my presence was a success… Great!”“They all loved you. Howard is convinced you’d be the perfect hostess at any company function. He’s beside himself with excitement.” Howard Shields wasn’t the only one beside himself with excitement, and Liam got the feeling his fake future wife had picked up
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‘Yes, Liam, it is. Tougher than you can possibly imagine.’ Maxima couldn’t believe she said those words out loud. Liam looked so hurt at her words that she wanted to take them back. Say something else… a white lie, maybe. But Maxima was essentially an honest person, and tough didn’t even begin to describe what it was going to be like to spend an entire weekend with Liam when everyone thought they were an engaged couple. It was bad enough to share an apartment that he was rarely in. What would it be like if they had to share a room? Or the same bed? The kiss was still tingling on her lips, and in truth, she’d barely tasted the food she’d worked so hard preparing. All Maxima could taste was Liam. If she could turn the experience of kissing him into a flavor, she’d be the most successful caterer in history. Who could resist the taste of passion? Why hadn’t she said ‘no’ when this ridiculous charade was first suggested
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'I would love to see you, Billie. What is stopping you from meeting me?’ She stared at the words glaring at her from her computer screen.“Yes, Billie. What the hell is stopping you from meeting this wonderful, sweet man? Haven’t you had enough of losers? What the hell is wrong with you, girl?” she asked herself bitterly, then left the cursor blinking and went in search of something to eat. There were all the obvious reasons, like men in general being bad news. The men, her clients, ended up divorcing, men like the current scumbag who’d hidden his assets offshore along with his current girlfriend. Or the male lawyers she spent too much time with… Or Liam, her own brother, whom she loved dearly, who’d rather invent a fantasy fiancée than try to have a relationship with a real woman. Returning with a doggie bag of Maxima’s treats, Billie sat back down at her computer desk. Oreo, the black-and-white cat she’d found rooting around in the garbage three y
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‘Do you even know she fell in love with you from the first moment she saw you? All those years ago, up until she went away, that amazing woman had been in love with you!’ Billie’s words spun round and round in his head like the lyrics of a song. And they kept tormenting his brain endlessly, bringing to the surface all kinds of emotions he’d thought long-lost and forgotten. ‘In love with you…’ Liam wasn’t so damn clueless like his sister thought he was. He’d always suspected that Maxima felt something for him. He thought she had a huge crush. Because… who didn’t have a crush on him at that time? Whenever he was home from college, Billie’s high school friends would come around their house with crazy excuses just to see him. It was an injection of self-esteem. Maxima was a normal presence, so he never saw that as a sign of something more than it was: Billie’s best friend and their neighbor. She used to eat with them or organize study sessions with Bi
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Liam smelled the fragrant scent of a woman on the pillow. He woke slowly, wondering where the woman who smelled so good had disappeared to, and as his faculties sharpened, he realized he was sleeping on Maxima’s side of the bed. And that there was a very satisfied smile glued to his lips. He’d known from the moment they first kissed at the dinner where he’d introduced her as his fiancée that he and she would have chemistry. But he’d had no idea their chemistry would lead to this emotional explosion. Maxima was hot… she gave and took pleasure with honest enjoyment. Even after a night where they’d worked around the limited supply of condoms by pleasuring each other numerous times with mouths and hands, Liam still wanted her. Her and her damn rules. When this thing was over and Maxima no longer lived with him, then maybe they could forget all about the rules and have some fun. It was something to look forward to. By
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Maxima blinked dazedly. She’d nearly forgotten he’d told her to hold her arms over her head. Watching Liam just now in her disoriented, post-orgasmic state, all she’d wanted to do was to touch him. She’d started to let go. With his insistence that she hold her wrists above her head, all Maxima could do was watch him helplessly as he fucked her... as he took his pleasure. Because that’s definitely what he was doing. She’d fantasized incessantly about what it would be like to be with Liam. But she hadn’t prepared herself to be owned by him. She never would’ve guessed he was this type of lover. Maxima gripped her wrists tighter. Her hips began to move in a counter rhythm to his. It felt sinfully good. A light sheen of perspiration gleamed on his ridged torso. His nostrils flared slightly as he stared down at her. The tempo of their slapping bodies increased in her ears.“You act like you want it good and hard,” Liam said. “But
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Maxima did what he’d demanded with gratifying eagerness. The position stretched the skin tight across her rib cage and thrust her breasts forward.“God, you are amazing… Open wider, Max.” Her long, slightly bent legs slid along the bedspread until she was practically doing the splits. He made a rough sound in his throat and inched forward on the bed, drawn irrevocably. Liam reached between her thighs, feeling her wetness. Her softness. Brutal arousal sliced through him. He moved his hand in a taut circular motion, stimulating her outer sex. Maxima cried out in excitement, but his gaze remained fixed on what he was doing. Such a pretty, pink pussy. Liam used his middle finger to penetrate her while he rubbed her clit with the ridge of his thumb. A groan ripped his throat. It was like pushing his finger into a squeezing channel lined with warm honey.“Oh, God…” he muttered, crazed by the sensation. He might want this t
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“It’s okay, baby,” he soothed, his warm breath feathering her outer sex. Liam rose slightly, running his lips along her hipbone, back and forth, back and forth, as though he were memorizing the sensation of her body against his mouth. Maxima knew he probably could feel her quaking.“Your skin is so smooth. So soft… And you smell so good,” Liam added, and rose in front of her. Maxima glanced at his face. His somber expression barely cloaked a primal edge that sent a thrill through her.“You’re going to be all mine, Max.” He gathered her naked body to him, and her feet left the carpet. He swung her into his arms, muscles flexing hard. The room flew past the periphery of her vision. ‘I already am, my love,’ she thought wildly. She dug her fingers into his hair and brought him to her mouth for a kiss, forcing Liam to halt for a second. He made a rough sound in his throat, accepting her bold, sexy invitation. Their tongues tangled. He was delic
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‘Why on earth did I allow Liam to come near me with that bottle of massage oil?’ Maxima wondered in horror. It wasn’t like he was touching her sexually, because all Liam was doing was rubbing her feet, but somehow there seemed to be a strange correlation between her toes and more intimate regions of her body. Warmth was spreading where warmth had no business spreading… and wasn’t in her foot. Liam Right and his damn foot-map! He probably had the clitoris spot memorized, and he was working it for all it was worth. Certainly, Liam seemed intent on his task. His black hair flopped forward on his forehead in a way that made her long to brush it back. His entire focus was on the bottom of her feet, and Maxima had to admit it felt good. Far too good… Maxima watched him, his hands slick with oil, his long fingers working with steady strength. She’d never known she carried so much tension in her feet or that it could feel s
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Oh, this room was EVERYTHING! She’d been eyeing that beautiful, deep soaker tub built for two since they’d arrived yesterday. It was the most decadent tub she’d ever seen, with a view to a private garden area outside and candles and bath products.“Since I’m alone, a nice soak in a tub is all the fun I need right now.” Liam and the other execs were safely off doing some kind of team-building exercise, so, some time after lunch, Maxima skipped the other social activities with the execs’ wives and slipped away. She was longing for some alone time. Maxima poured herself a bath, and, after she dumped a jar of bath salts into the tub, the scent of lavender filled the room. She undressed slowly, putting her clothes away as she did so, and drawing on the linen bathrobe and slippers the hotel provided. She lit the candles around the tub and flipped off the lights. The French doors were open to the forest outside, fading in color as evening advanced.“I think
