Something Great Page 55

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“Mr. Knight.” I knocked even though the door was slightly ajar.

“Come in.” Max was on the phone, gesturing with his hand for me to come in.

Walking in, I closed the door. Instead of heading to the chair in front of his desk, I went to the bookcase that took up one side of the wall. With a quick glance over my shoulder, I checked to see if Max would disapprove. Since he didn’t, I tuned out his phone conversation and proceeded forward.

Running my hands over his picture frames, I spotted his parents first. Max looked more like his father with his mother’s eyes, and Max’s younger brother, Matthew, looked like his mother with his father’s eyes. Regardless, they were both handsome. I didn’t know how old his parents were, but I was sure they looked young for their age, especially his mom. She was blonde, which explained Matthew’s lighter colored hair. But Max had his father’s hair—full, thick, and dark.

Thumbing through the books that lined one side of the bookcase, I ran across more picture frames of him and his brother and with a group of friends. Happily, I didn’t see any pictures of any women that may have been the loves of his life. But then again, they would have broken up, so why would he still have them up?

I gasped when I felt Max’s chest on my back. His warmth spread blissfully down to my toes. “I missed you all day,” he said, turning me to face him. His loving eyes met mine, cupped my face with his hands, and gave me a nice, juicy, tender kiss.

“I missed you, too,” I said shyly, already heating up from his kiss.

“Let’s go eat.” He took my hand and led us to the table next to his desk that I had not seen coming in. Arranged on the table was a bowl of seafood salad, a plate of grilled salmon, and a plate of asparagus.

“Max. This is so nice. Thank you. Do you eat lunch like this all the time?”

“No. I’m usually eating lunch with a client or something I bring from home. It depends.”

Knowing that he had done this for me, I felt grateful. I peered up to him again. “Thank you,” I said as sweetly as I could.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, running his hand down my black silk blouse. “Your blouse feels almost as soft as your body, which I’m pretending to feel right now.” His eyes were glistening, wanting, calling out for me. How could I be hungry when all I could think of was him inside me?

“I can eat, but I’m not starving…if that’s what you’re asking,” I managed to say, feeling his thumb brushing against the side of my breast. Then a little higher…oh goodness…then purposely crossing over my front. The ache between my legs was throbbing. Knowing how good it felt to have him inside me, I wanted more…now. But we couldn’t, we were at work. He had to stop, or I would have no control over what I would never do at work.

There was no point thinking about that now. Max had taken me in with his lips with mad, hungry, passionate kisses. His tongue touched every part of my mouth as if it were his hands caressing every inch of me. Pulling out, heavily breathing, his kisses trailed lower…lower…lower as his hand slid down with him.

I had no recollection of him unbuttoning my blouse, but it was undone for sure, and somehow my bra was unhooked. Moaning from his tongue bathing my breast, I squeezed his forearm tightly, and when he sucked hard on my nipple I quivered, utterly out of control.

“Max,” I pulled away, dazed and confused. “We’re at work.” My breathing was so heavy, I didn’t know if he’d heard what I said.

“The door is locked. Everyone is out to lunch. This room is sound proof, but we don’t have to—”

I didn’t let him finish. Grabbing a fistful of his hair with both hands, I tugged him closer and slammed my lips on his.

“Oh…Jenna.” His voice muffled in my mouth, but there was an excitement in his tone. Needing more of him, I took charge this time and slipped my tongue into his mouth and sucked his tongue the way he sucked my breast. He responded by sliding his hand down my back, then stopped on my behind. His massaging it drove me wild.

Breaking out of the kiss, he sat on his chair and pulled me to him, my front to his. His hand easily slid up my legs since I had a skirt on, and when his finger found my front, I achingly shuddered. G-string panties sure came in handy. With each flicker, with each stroke to my clitoris, I moaned, wanting him inside me now.

“Max,” I cried, pulling his tie, silently telling him what I needed.

“You ready for me?” he asked, standing up. “This isn’t going to be slow and sweet. I’m going to fill your need.” He whipped me around as my chest lightly mounted on his desk. With a zip, he pulled down and stood up. I don’t know where he got it, but I heard the plastic tearing sound. Then unexpectedly, I felt his tongue on my vagina. “Max,” I moaned loudly. That felt so…unbelievably good.

He moved my G-string to the side with one finger, then he was in. Holding both of his hands on my waist, he rocked, then faster…faster, so fast I thought my heart would leap out of my chest. Grabbing my hands on the edge of the table, he was taking me somewhere I’d never gone before. The ache between my legs was gone, and for sure I had reached beyond exploding. Ecstasy filled my head, making me breathless, making me weak, and making me dizzy.

Just when I couldn’t take it any more, Max slapped my behind, not hard, but enough to climax even more if that was possible. I had never been slapped playfully before. In a twisted way, I liked it and wanted more. Just as I climaxed, Max pulled out and held me from behind. We were both out of breath as the heavy puffs of air escaped our mouths. “That was incredible, babe,” he heaved. “That was the best lunch I ever had in my office.”

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