The Hudsons: Max, Bella and Devlin: Bargained Into Her Boss's Bed / Scene 3 / Propositioned Into a Foreign Affair / Scene 4 / Seduced Into a Paper Marriage

The kiss was rough, hard and deep, with no warm-up preliminaries, and the odd angle with him behind her made her feel a little powerless. But the vulnerability aroused her so much she could barely stand, because Max never lost control. That he was clearly on the verge of doing so now had to mean something.

Slightly off balance in her heels, she reached up and looped her arms around his neck, holding on as tightly as she could. His hands briskly raked her torso.

“To hell with the pool,” he growled against her lips and walked her deeper into the darkness.

“Max, I can’t see.” Afraid she might run into a wall, she stretched her arms out in front of her.

“I know the way.” With his hands on her waist he guided her forward only a few feet and then stopped. His short nails scraped the middle of her back. He grabbed her hands and lifted them. “Hold on.”

Dana made out the shape of a door frame with her palms. Where was she? The doorway to her bedroom hall? “Max?”

His hands found her breasts. He kneaded her, tweaked her tight nipples and then buffed the stiff tips, causing an ache deep in her womb. A hot, open-mouth kiss scorched her neck, followed by another and another while his hands worked magic on her body. His touch was hurried, but sure and devastatingly effective.

He caressed her belly, circled her navel ring, and then finally, finally, slipped his fingertips into the curls between her legs. She was already slick for him.

He traced a devastating path over and around her sensitive flesh. She cried out as he found the right spot only to abandon it. At first she thought he just didn’t realize what he was doing, but then he did it over and over, bringing her to the brink and then letting her fall back. Her breath came in pants and her legs trembled.

He strung a line of nips and kisses down her spine. His hot breath on her buttocks preceded an open-mouthed kiss that rocked her in her shoes. He rose and tugged the condom from the hand she had fisted against the doorframe.

“Hold on,” he repeated, and then clutched her hips and drove into her from behind.

Dana gasped in surprise, in pleasure. This position took him so deep it stole her breath. He adjusted her stance and went deeper still, bending his knees and then rising to fill her again and again. She groaned out his name as desire stronger than any she’d ever experienced took hold of her.