Page 51 of Billionaire's Desire
He is masculine, so uninhibited.
So fucking sexy.
His breaths leave him in jagged sounds and I am tempted to slip my hand down my pants just to confirm what I already know.
The few minutes I have spent watching him has my panties wet.
My breath deepens.
I taste blood, as I continue biting hard on my lip, trying to keep all the sighs and moans inside.
Being this close to Max, with his wet hair and glistening skin, is making me feel things I can’t quite put into words.
With one particularly guttural sound, the muscles on his back bunch up and his neck rolls back in evident pleasure.
“Fuck!” I whisper, a little too loud.
Max turns around, his massive cock still in his hand, his stormy gray eyes burning with desire.
“Maggie?”
I can feel my cheeks flushing with embarrassment as I stand there, frozen in place. I’ve never felt so exposed, or so out of place.
I cannot explain what possessed me to stay. To watch such an intimate moment, but I simply could not look away.
My heart skips a beat as I realize my intrusion. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” I stammer, turning on my heel to leave.
But Max’s voice stops me in my tracks. “It’s okay, Maggie,” he says, his tone surprisingly calm. “I’ll be done in a minute.”
Done? What does he mean? I thought that sound meant—never mind…
“I am so sorry. Um, I just wanted to change your towels,” I say, gesturing to the bundle in my arms.”
“No worries,” he says, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. “I should have locked the door.”
I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I turn back to face him. I’m acutely aware of his proximity, of the fact that we’re standing in such close quarters.
A trickle of water runs down his torso and I am overcome with the sudden desire to lick it. What the fuck is happening to me?
“I’ll just, uh, let you do that.”
With that, he steps past me and out into the hallway, leaving me alone in the bathroom. As I work to replace the towels, I can’t help but feel a flutter of excitement in my stomach. It’s clear to me now that my feelings for Max run deeper than I’d noticed before.
I take longer than is necessary, giving him time to get dressed.
I can’t help but feel a sense of mortification washing over me. I know that Max is a kind and understanding person, but I still can’t shake the feeling that I’ve crossed a line.
Taking a few deep breaths, I walk out of the bathroom only to find him fully dressed and waiting for me.
Fuck he looks good in a suit.
“Max, I just wanted to apologize again for walking in on you while you were in the shower,” I say, my voice shaking with nerves.
“Are you really sorry?”
Blood rushes to my cheeks.
“Yes.” My voice is a lot lower than usual. “Let’s just forget it happened.” I add.
