The Billionaire Playboy's Regret (Lark and Max) novel Chapter 66

Lark heard the door of the hotel room open and Max’s voice calling her name and she made wide eyes at her reflection in the mirror of her bathroom and then expelled a nervous breath.

“Sorry it took me so long to get back. Our fathers were insisting I meet with Heriberto and the jerk took a lot of time antagonizing me. He tried to make me agree to letting you go on a date with him in exchange for his help.” Max’s voice carried to her.

“Did you agree?” she called through the door fighting her smile at his cursed response.

“I’ll date him before I let you date him,” Max snorted. “Hell, I’ll even let him do me before I let him take you to dinner and something tells me he’s not suffering from small d**k syndrome.”

She couldn’t help her laugh, “I think you like him despite the fact he flirts with me.”

“Yeah, I do. He’s actually really a nice guy if, you can get past the fact he kills people for a living, but I still don’t want him around you.” The sound of him yawning caught her ear. “I’m exhausted. We should go to bed early.”

“I hope not too exhausted,” she opened the door of the bathroom and watched him as he turned from where he was looking out the window of the hotel. She reveled in his reaction. His eyes widening as he staggered backwards, clutching the windowsill and his butt plopping on it as if unable to stand.

“Holy s**t,” he whispered as he dropped to his knees, his tongue darting to his lips as if they’d suddenly gone dry and he needed to wet them. “Where the f**k did you go shopping today?”

“Do you like it?” she felt like a femme fatale. A black leather skater dress which hugged her curves tightly, a black leather choker with a single diamante in the center of it and thigh high stockings with lace garters. “The shop clerk said leather and lace is a classic.” She lifted the edge of the dress to show off the lace panties under, “there’s more lace here.”

He cleared his throat as he watched her walk to the door, extra sway in her hips. She slid the deadbolt across the door and then turned to lean against the door. Her make up was dark and sultry and the color on her lips was a deep blood red. Enjoy this chapter for free and stay updated with the latest version on J(o)bnib.c(o)m. Don’t miss out, visit it now. “Do you like my shoes, Max?” she turned her leg to show off the six-inch platform heels. She giggled as he remained kneeled on the floor.

“Lark,” his voice was thick, and he wiggled his fingers as if beckoning her to come closer, “I need to touch.”

“Do you?” she walked closer to the bed, not towards him and bent over, deliberately showing off her ass in the thong panty to pick up a bag sitting on the floor. “I bought you a treat.”

“Baby, you are the f*****g treat.” His eyes were trained on her thighs as she sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs a bit dangling the bag in her fingertips. He walked on his knees to her and then paused when she lifted her leg out and put her foot to his chest.

“Uh, uh, uh,” she wiggled her finger. “No touching yet, Max.”

“No?”

“No. You get to watch for just a minute for me to show you my trinkets.”

“Watch?”

“Yup.” She pulled out a s*x toy and as he blinked, she held it up and turned it on and off.

“Is that?” his voice cracked as he was unable to complete his question.

“It’s a dildo, Max.” she smirked at the way his dark eyes flitted from the toy to her crotch to her eyes and back again. She had him discombobulated and it was adorable. “However,” she pulled out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, “these are for you.”

“Handcuffs?”

“Yes. I’ve never been with someone who would let me take control. Will you let me?”

“f**k yes.” He held his wrists up eagerly.

She rose off the bed and gave him what she hoped was a seductive smile, “I want you to do something for me first, Max.”

“Name it.”

“Taste me, Max.”

“Taste you?”

“That’s right.” She stood in front of him, “In these shoes, I’m realizing I’m exactly the right height for your head to be under my skirt right where I need it. I’m going to put this dildo in my p***y,” at the word his eyes widened, “and I want you to lick up everything which drips from it.”

“God damn, you do know my c**k is going to explode in my pants.”

“Oh, yes, one more thing. Don’t touch yourself Max. I get to do everything. When I get you on the bed and you’re all handcuffed up, I want to be on top.”

“This is the best f*****g day ever,” he muttered as his head disappeared under her skirt, his fingers pushing her lace thong aside and his tongue finding its mark.