Summary: Although they have a busy day waiting for them in New York, Maxwell and MC (Leila) can’t help but add one more item to their to do list.
Notes: This scene takes place in Book 2, Chapter 14 as an alternative version of their arrival in New York. It takes place in the same version as one of my other fics, Dance Lessons (although clearly their relationship progressed a lot between that fic and this one 😂) Hope you enjoy it! ❤️
“I can’t believe we’re finally in New York!” Leila exclaimed as Maxwell opened her hotel room door for her and escorted her inside, carrying her luggage. She walked straight over to the window and pulled back the curtains, marveling at her city.
“I know, I’m so excited to be here!” Maxwell agreed. He came to stand behind her and rested his fingertips lightly on her hips. Leila turned around and pressed herself against him, curling her hands around the back of his neck.
“We should celebrate,” she whispered, grinning coyly. Maxwell smiled and met her lips in a kiss as he wrapped her in his arms.
“I would love to,” he said, “but this is already shaping up to be a really busy day. You have to go pick up Madeline’s ring, then we’re meeting Justin at that boutique, and then tonight we have the United Nations party.”
“Are you going to save me a dance this time?” she asked.
“Hey, the only reason I disappeared last time was because of Adelaide,” Maxwell protested. “But I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“Oh yeah?” Leila let her fingers trail down from his neck and over the front of his black shirt before letting them rest on top of his belt.
“Yes, a thousand times yes,” he murmured, kissing her again. “But it’ll have to wait until tonight after the party.”
“Fine,” Leila sighed. “I guess I understand.” She turned around and swept her hair over one shoulder. “Would you mind unzipping me so I can get changed?”
She felt Maxwells fingers undo the clasp of her pink dress before slowly lowering the zipper. Leila heard his sharp intake of breath and felt him trace his thumb down the length of her spine.
“I like that you wear this dress so much,” Maxwell said, his voice quiet. Leila felt his touch tracing the curves of her sides inside the dress and it took all of her restraint to stay where she was.
“I like that you bought it for me,” she said. “The thought of you picking it out, imagining me in it …” She felt Maxwell’s hands slide up her skin before he slowly edged the dress off of her shoulders. He gently pushed the dress down, his hands skimming the tops of her breasts before the dress fell to the floor. Leila stepped out of it, clad only in her lingerie and heels, and turned around to face him. His eyes were dark, almost primal as he drank in the sight of her, his gaze leaving no part of her untouched. “Thanks for unzipping me.”
Maxwell lifted one of his hands to her chest, his fingertips tracing along the lace edging of her bra. He placed a thumb on her nipple through the thin fabric and began to rub in slow circles. Leila sighed softly, arching her back slightly into his touch.
“I thought we had a busy day,” she murmured.
“We do,” Maxwell said. He took a step towards her, causing her to take one as well until her back was against the cool glass of the hotel window. Maxwell gently pulled down the fabric of her bra, exposing her breasts as he leaned in and kissed the hollow of her throat. He let his kisses trail lower until he reached her nipples, taking each of them in his mouth. Maxwell took his time, letting his tongue circle each one before flicking his tongue across their hardened peaks. Leila rested her head back against the window and ran her fingers through his hair as his lips moved lower and lower.
He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to the floor. Then Maxwell eased her legs apart, brushing his mouth against her inner thighs and making her shiver. He didn’t waste any time connecting to her, kissing her lips before he slipped his tongue inside. Leila moaned softly, anxious for more, and Maxwell didn’t disappoint. He focused his efforts on her clit, swirling around it, sucking, devouring her as he slid a finger inside of her, then two. Leila could feel her legs shaking as drew closer and closer to the inevitable climax she felt swelling in her core. Her hips bucked against his mouth as she came, her voice loud and wordless, overcome by the ecstacy of his man, her man, consuming her. When she couldn’t take it anymore he released her. Maxwell stood and pinned her against the window, kissing her deeply. Leila let herself be swallowed up in his kisses, drunk on the feel of his lips. She reached for him, palming the front of his trousers. To her surprise, however, he pulled away.
“What’s wrong?” Leila asked breathlessly.
“As I said, it’s a busy day,” Maxwell said as he nuzzled her neck.
“But …” Leila protested weakly. She had felt how much he wanted her and yet here he was, hitting the brakes.
“I promised I’d make it up to you,” he murmured. “Consider this a preview for later.”
Leila took his hand, dragging it down across her body before she urged him between her legs and guided his fingers inside of her.
“You can’t leave me like this,” she begged. Leila watched as his eyes met hers, his gaze never wavering as he curled his fingers inside in a way he knew she couldn’t resist. She moaned as Maxwell began to slowly pump his fingers in and out of her, his thumb on her clit. Then he stopped, sliding his fingers out of her and bringing them up to his lips. His eyes bore into hers as he sucked the taste of her off of his fingers, and Leila was so overcome that she found it difficult to think of anything other than how much she wanted him.
“I have to leave,” Maxwell said. Leila couldn’t be sure, but his resolve sounded like it was fading. “And so do you.”
“We’re already late,” she whispered. “What’s a few more minutes?” She palmed the front of his trousers again, but this time he didn’t pull away. Leila squeezed him gently as she kissed him, causing him to groan softly against her lips.
“There’s a private rooftop garden at the party venue tonight,” Maxwell murmured as Leila made quick work of his belt and zipper. “I was going to take you up there tonight and make it up to you there.” Leila pushed down his pants and underwear and took him in her hands, running her hands along his length and gently massaging his balls. “God, Leila, I won’t make it if you keep doing that.”
“You can still take me up there later,” she purred in his ear as she wrapped a leg around his waist and guided him to her warm, wet entrance. “But I have to have you now … I can’t wait. Please, Maxwell …”
Leila gasped as he thrust inside her, filling her. They began to move together as Leila fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, finally getting them undone so she could press his bare torso against hers. Maxwell hoisted her off the ground, pushing her harder against the window as she wrapped her other leg around his waist as well. He held her hips steady with one hand as he slipped the other between them, his fingers fluttering against her clit. Leila could feel another orgasm threatening to break free, her breath hitching each time he pushed inside her.
“I’m close,” she whispered.
“I want to make you feel good,” he whispered back.
“I–”
“Come for me.”
Maxwell’s words pushed her over the edge and she closed tightly around him as she came, each thrust from him sending another pulse of pleasure through her body. He pounded into her as she undulated in his arms, no longer in control of her own movements. Maxwell groaned as he came, burying his face in her neck. Leila’s fingers dug into his back, sweat dampening the fabric of his shirt.
After several moments, Maxwell finally put her down and he leaned in to kiss her, but Leila stopped him just before his lips reached hers.
“Don’t think I forgot about that rooftop garden,” she said. “I want you to take me up there and ravage me during the party tonight.”
“Ravage you?” he asked with a sly grin. “I suppose that depends on if you’ve been a good girl or not.”
“Oh, I haven’t been good at all,” Leila assured him. “After all, I’ve just made both of us very late for our very busy day.”
“Late, as always. What am I going to do with you?” he murmured as he brushed his lips against hers.
“Whatever you want,” she said, already missing the feel of having him inside her.
“Whatever I want, huh?” Maxwell asked. Without warning he scooped her up in his arms, making her squeal as he carried her to the bed. He set her down gently in the center and crawled on top of her. She reached for him, pulling him down for a kiss. As Maxwell’s lips melded against hers, Leila felt him slip a hand between her legs, tracing his fingers over every sensitive spot. He broke away from their kiss with considerable effort before he started to make his way down her body. Maxwell settled between her legs, his breath hot on her inner thighs. “I think what I want to do is be a little bit more behind schedule.”
He ran the tip of his tongue along her entrance, just barely parting her lips and she gasped, twisting her hands in the bed sheets.
“But what about our very busy day?” Leila teased. Her words gave way to a moan as Maxwell answered her, not with words, but with his tongue.
If you enjoy my writing style, please consider supporting me on Patreon! 💕
