Chapter 82: The carrot and the stick (suggestive)
"M-Max?" Andrew stuttered as Maxwell turned and began to crawl into Andrew’s lap.
"Lie down, Andrew." Maxwell ordered, and Andrew did as he was told. Lying on his back, Andrew stared up at the man who had climbed on top of him, his heart racing in his chest.
Maxwell stared down at him, every inch the haughty and full of himself rich kid that he was. And then he smiled.
Leaning closer, Maxwell began to pull at Andrew’s clothes, quickly undoing buttons with deft hands while Andrew lay motionless below him.
"You are too hot for your own damn good." Maxwell muttered, and Andrew felt his eyes go wide. "Do you have any idea how many people were checking you out while we were at the company? When I had you in my hands? Oo, I’m fucking livid. I want to mark you as mine, tell the whole world you are mine, but I can’t. Omegas can’t mark alphas." Maxwell growled, upset. "So, I’m going to settle for the next best thing. I’m going to take every inch of you in, squeeze you, mold you, until you can’t think of being anywhere else but inside of me. You’re dick is going to be craving my tight little asshole until the end of time, and I’m going to make sure of it."
Andrew lost his ability to breathe as he met Maxwell’s hot, heated gaze. When Maxwell licked his lips, Andrew thought he was going to cum.
"I-In the car?" Andrew stuttered, and Maxwell laughed.
"Don’t tell me that Mister, I’m-not-infertile doesn’t know what a hookup spot is." Andrew winced. He was never going to live that down.
"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-" Maxwell covered his mouth with his hand, leaning in close until their noses almost touched.