I muttered absently, “Excuse me,” as I walk towards the edge of the staircase.
I had to find him. And I had to find him now.
Gripping my ass tight, he groans into my mouth as he leads me away from the bar. Taking my hand, he pulls me up a flight of stairs I haven’t seen before. When we reach the top, he swipes his keycard at the side of a door and it unlocks. I’ve never been here before. “Where are we?”
Gripping my hand so tight I think it might fall off, he mutters a short, “The office.”
He opens an office door and turns on the light, pulling me inside and shutting the door behind us. I stand in the middle of the room, eyes darting left to right. I spot the photo of Ceecee and I realize we’re not just in any office. We’re in Max’s office. My heart stutters when I notice the photo next to Ceecee’s.
It’s me. Fast asleep. And I’m snuggled deep into Max’s throat as his eyes smile into the camera, kissing my forehead. When the heck did he take that? Drawn to the photo, I move towards it and ask a small, “When did you take this?”
He locks the door and states, “The first night we slept together.” My gut coils. Why would he do that? I look over at him questioningly, and he says reluctantly, “Knew you were special.”
My throat thickens with emotion. “But…”
“You told me the last guy you slept with was four years ago.” He blinks up at me. “Know how long it’s been since I last fucked a woman?” I shake my head slowly. He steps closer to me, accentuating every word with a step. “Nine. Long. Years.”
How is that possible?
“How is that possible?” I ask, perplexed.
Toe-to-toe, he cups my face gently, running his thumbs over the apples of my cheeks. “Got bored. Having sex without emotion wasn’t doing it for me.”
I close my eyes to stop the sting behind them. “And me?”
His breath warms my lips. He presses a whisper of a kiss to them before repeating, “Special.” He kisses me once more before uttering a soft, “You’re my cupcake.” Another kiss. “You’re my sugar rush.”
Damn. Did he really just say that? I blink back tears. I’m in bad shape over here. I sniffle. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
He kisses my cheek and his lips linger. I feel his smile there. “Don’t cry, baby. You’re killin’ me here. I want you happy. Always happy.”
Even though I close my eyes tight, a tear escapes as I promise a choked, “I am happy. The happiest.” I open my eyes to look into his. “I can’t remember when I’ve ever been this happy before.” His eyes soften on me, his thumbs still at my cheeks, wiping away stray tears. I lean forward, pressing a lingering kiss to his mouth. “So, does this mean you want me around on a semi-permanent basis?”
A small smile plays at his mouth. “Helena, baby, didn’t you hear me last night?” His eyes bore into mine. “I am never letting you go. Not ever.”
My breath leaves me in a whoosh. I thought that was just sex talk! Unable to catch my breath, I whisper a shaky, “Don’t say that if you don’t mean it. I—” I swallow hard and tell him honestly, “My heart couldn’t take it.”
His smile deepens and he presses into me, forcing me back a step. My calves hit his desk, making me sit. Eyes wide, I ask softly, “What are you doing?”
As if it’s an everyday occurrence, he lifts his shirt to unbuckle his belt. “Making love to you on my desk.” He unbuttons his jeans. “Whenever I’m in here, I’m thinkin’ of you.” He lowers the zipper. “I don’t want some made-up fantasy.” He lifts the hem of my dress up over my knees. “I want the real thing…” I lift my butt, helping him to lift my dress higher still, to my waist. He hooks his forefingers through the sides of my panties and lowers them down past my ankles, “…’cause nothing compares to you.”
Holy hotness.
His hands slide up my thighs, reaching under me to cup my ass. He lifts me and places me closer to the very edge of his desk. It feels like I’ll fall, but I don’t stress about it. I know if I slip, Max will catch me. Lifting his hand to my mouth, he presses two fingers at my lips. It takes me a moment to understand, but when I do, I part my lips and he slides his fingers into my mouth. I suck at them, enjoying the pained look on his face. His erection twitches through the gap in his jeans and it fuels me. Reaching up, I grip his hand and suck his fingers harder, wetting them well. I release them with a pop and he smirks, lowering his hand between my legs.
He slides in a finger, testing how aroused I am. When he quickly realizes I’m already there, he slips in the second finger, gently fucking me with them. My face flushes as I gasp. This has never felt great for me, but when Max does it, it’s amazing. My core clenches, milking his fingers, and he looks down between my thighs in wonder. “Never wanted anyone like I want you.”
Tilting my head back in pleasure, I sigh softly and pledge myself to him. “You have me.” He wastes no time. He gently pulls his fingers out, places the head of himself at my entrance, and slides in all the way. My eyes shoot open as electricity flows through me. Every nerve in my body has been awakened.
He lifts my arm, wrapping it around his neck as he pulls me close, our lips a hair’s breadth away from one another. But he doesn’t kiss me. Instead, he thrusts into me, eyes open, watching me as though he needs it. We breathe into each other as our bodies rock, working as a team. I clench my internal muscles, and closing his eyes, he hisses.
My nipples become taut. His hand comes up to cup my cheek, and when his eyes open once more, they’re hooded with desire. My legs wrap around his thighs as I feel myself start to lose control. I need him close. Closer than close. I feel the telltale tingles in my bottom, working all the way up my spine. My stomach clenches and my eyes flutter closed as I mutter, “I’m coming.”
He speeds up his thrusts. “Open your eyes, cupcake. See me.”
Panting, I whisper a hoarse, “You’re all I see.”
It hits me like a shockwave. My pussy clenches around his thick cock. A moment after my release, he stills, pushing in to the hilt. He groans through gritted teeth and I feel every warm spurt of his climax inside of me. It feels like heaven. Dropping his forehead to mine, he presses a small kiss to the tip of my nose before smiling like the cat who got the cream. “Well, work will never be the same.”