Lily's heart pounded in her chest as she stepped into Maxwell's office, the door closing behind her with a soft click. She had been avoiding him for the past few days, her emotions torn between the intimacy they had shared and the walls he had started building again. But today, there was a determination in her. She wasn't going to let him push her away this time.
Maxwell, as always, was buried in his work when she entered. His sharp features were drawn tight in concentration, his brow furrowed as he read over some documents. The usual aura of dominance that surrounded him was palpable, and it made her feel both anxious and excited in a way she couldn't explain.
She cleared her throat, causing him to look up. His gaze softened, but there was a distance in his eyes that still bothered her. "Lily," he greeted, his voice low but warm. "What brings you here?"
She stood in front of his desk, crossing her arms and leaning slightly forward, her eyes locking onto his. "We need to talk," she said, her voice unwavering.
Maxwell sighed and sat back in his chair, rubbing his temples. "Lily, if this is about me pulling away—"
"It's not just about that," she interrupted. "It's about everything. About how we can't keep dancing around each other, pretending that we don't have something real between us."
Maxwell paused, his eyes darkening as if he were contemplating his next words carefully. "What do you mean by that?"
Lily took a step closer, her pulse quickening as the space between them seemed to shrink. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, the chemistry that had been present from the first moment they met never truly gone. It was still there, simmering just beneath the surface.
"I mean," she began, "that you keep pushing me away when things get tough. You think I don't notice? I'm not blind, Maxwell. I see the way you look at me, the way your hands linger when they touch me, but you won't let me in. You're afraid of something, and I want to know what it is."
Maxwell was silent for a long moment, his lips pressed tightly together. His eyes scanned her face, searching for something. Finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm afraid that I'll lose you, Lily. That I'll ruin everything."
Lily's breath hitched in her throat as the weight of his confession sank in. She had never expected him to say something like that, and yet it made perfect sense. Maxwell had always been a man who guarded his emotions, and the thought of letting someone in only to have them leave was something he could never bear.
"I won't leave you," she said softly, her voice full of conviction. "I'm not going anywhere, but you need to let me in. I can't be with someone who keeps pushing me away because they're scared of getting hurt."
Maxwell stood up from his desk, walking around to the front where she stood. He was so close now that she could feel the warmth of his body, the intensity of his gaze making her stomach flutter. The air between them seemed to crackle with tension, and she felt a shiver run down her spine as his eyes darkened with something unreadable.
He reached out, cupping her face with one hand. "I've wanted you, Lily," he said, his voice thick with desire. "I've wanted you for so long, but I never let myself have you the way I want. I never let myself fall this far, because I know how it'll end. I know I'll push you away. I'll make you angry, or I'll hurt you. And I don't want that."
Lily's heart raced as she stared up at him, her breath shallow. This was the moment she had been waiting for—the moment when he finally let go of his reservations and gave into the pull between them. She could see it in his eyes, feel it in the way his hand trembled as it rested on her cheek.
"Maxwell," she whispered, her hand moving up to rest on his chest, her fingers grazing the fabric of his shirt. "You're not going to lose me. You have me. All of me. But you have to trust me."
Maxwell leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was both slow and desperate, as if he were savoring the moment. His other hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her closer, and she could feel the heat of his body pressing against hers. The kiss deepened, and Lily's hands found their way to his shoulders, tugging him closer as their bodies instinctively pressed together.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were panting, their faces flushed. Maxwell's forehead rested against hers as they both tried to catch their breath. He was still holding her tightly, as though he were afraid to let go.
"I want you, Lily," he murmured, his voice husky with need. "I want you in every way. I want to feel you—hear you—be inside you."
Her body responded to his words, a wave of heat coursing through her as her hands slid down to his waist. She could feel the hardness of his body against hers, and it only made her want him more. The chemistry between them was undeniable, and in this moment, there was nothing holding them back.
"You already have me," she said, her voice low and sultry. "You've had me from the moment I met you."
With that, Maxwell's lips descended onto hers again, this time with an urgency that sent a thrill through her. His hands roamed over her body, his touch burning wherever he made contact. She responded in kind, her hands moving under his shirt, feeling the hard muscles of his chest beneath her fingertips.
The world outside of this moment disappeared as they lost themselves in each other. The tension that had been building between them for so long finally snapped, and in its place was a fierce, unyielding desire that neither of them could deny.
Maxwell lifted her in his arms, carrying her to the plush sofa across the room. He laid her down gently, his lips never leaving hers as his hands worked to remove the barriers between them. His kisses became more frantic, more demanding, as he undressed her with a mixture of urgency and reverence.
Lily responded with equal passion, her hands moving to unbutton his shirt, eager to feel the heat of his skin against hers. The moment their bodies finally met, skin to skin, it was as if everything else faded away. There was only the two of them—their need, their desire, their hunger for each other.
Maxwell's hands moved with expert precision, exploring every inch of her, igniting a fire within her that only he could stoke. Her body arched beneath him, urging him closer as she felt the intensity of their connection deepening.
When he finally entered her, both of them gasped, the sensation almost too much to bear. But as they moved together, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only the two of them, their bodies and souls intertwined, lost in the depths of their passion.
And in that moment, Lily realized that she had never been more certain of anything in her life. Maxwell wasn't just the man she wanted—he was the man she needed. And she wasn't going to let him slip away...