Effortlessly, Max lifted me up and before I knew it, I was standing in front of him cradled in his arms. His aftershave, and the scent that was just simply him, drove me wild.

“Let me welcome you on your first day back,” he arched his brows playfully. “I just wanted to tease you a little, but now I think it’s me who can’t handle having you this close; and don’t make that sound, Jenna. You’re driving me crazy.” Brushing my hair with his fingers, he kissed me tenderly. Then he let out a frustrated growl. “Maybe it’ll be better when you are working upstairs. I can’t think when you’re in the same room or even on the same floor.”

I scowled at him. “See, I told you Matthew should be the one to train me.”

Max’s sexy Adam’s apple slightly vibrated when he chuckled as his hand glided down to my fingertips. I loved how his fingers twirled, flickered, teased and flirted with mine. He was good with his hands in more ways than one.

“He will tomorrow, when he comes back to work. He took the day off today. I have to go to a dinner meeting tonight. Do you have any plans?”

“I’m going to have dinner with Becky.”

“Good. I approve of Becky being your dinner buddy. Will you be staying at our home tonight?”

He was being seductive, searing me with his eyes; he licked my bottom lip with one long, SLOW stroke, while one of his hands caressed between my legs and the other squeezed my behind. Blazing, erotic heat shot to every part of my body and I could no longer stand on my own two feet, but somehow I managed to mumble one word. “Yes.”

Thank goodness I had slacks on, or I would have lifted my skirt up myself, just to have him inside me. Max started to nip my jaw, sensually heading to my ear. As he teased with his tongue, his words were slow coming. “I…need…easy…access…Jenna. These pants…are no good.” He tugged at my pants and made another sound indicating he was annoyed.

Max retreated a step, staring at me with wanting, lustful eyes that were full of searing heat. Gawking at me from head to toe, I felt utterly naked under his hypnotic gaze. When he looked at me like that, with possessiveness so powerful, I came completely undone. I’d lost all motor coordination and any coherent thought as I surrendered myself to him wholly. He could have stripped me naked on the spot, if he wanted and I wouldn’t have minded.

“I’ll be thinking of you. See you at home, Ms. Mefferd.” Walking backwards, he winked and left the room.

Max called his penthouse our home, which I thought was sweet of him to say. Though he’d rather have me move in with him, my mind told me not to, at least not for a while, especially since we had only recently begun dating exclusively. He knew he was moving fast. I didn’t mind as long as he understood the reason why I didn’t reciprocate was not that I didn’t want to, but because I thought it would be best for us to take things slow. Nothing would come of acting as if we were dating for a couple of years when we hadn’t.

Heaving a deep sigh, I was left completely sexually frustrated thanks to Max. Can a woman get “blue vagina” like a man got “blue balls?” The throbbing, flaming need between my legs was driving me insane; he had left me feeling unfulfilled on purpose. Needing that feeling to go away, I thought walking would help, so I headed to the restroom. What I really needed was a cold shower, even if I didn’t think it would really help.

8

I BEGAN TO TAKE in the new day as I groggily shifted my head on the pillow from side to side, recalling the wonderful dinner Becky and I had together. Fluttering my eyes open, I suddenly froze. I felt something…and it was growing. Growing…bigger…BIGGER within the palm of my hand. I heard a soft sensual groan fill my ears. OH MY GOD!

Before Max woke up, I realized I needed to take my hands off him, but before I could, his hand was on top of mine, holding me in place. Heat rushed to my face and I was too embarrassed to turn my head to look at him. It wasn’t as if this was the first time I touched him. I was just so shy when it came to things like that.

“Good morning,” he moaned, slightly chuckling. “Don’t be shy, Jenna. I like your hand there. I think your hand likes it there, too. Your hand is becoming mischievous, just like mine. I think they should play together and see how bad they can get…don’t you think so?”

I had to admit, I liked my hand there maybe too much, but I couldn’t speak. Oh God, oh God. I had to calm down. I buried my face into his chest so I wouldn’t have to look at him, not to mention my stinky morning breath.

“Did you have a pleasant dream?” His tone was sincere yet playful.

I nodded, rubbing myself further into his chest and that was my answer. Finally letting go of my hand, he hovered over me, a blaze of heat shuddered down, practically curling my toes. The only barrier between us was a pair of thin silk shorts and a loose pajama top I had bought from Victoria’s Secret. Just his body over mine was enough to obliterate me and I quivered from want.

“Open your eyes, Jenna. Don’t be shy. You’re beautiful,” he said softly, slipping his hands to my cheeks.

He embarrassed me when he said things like that, but I managed to open my eyes, and gave him an innocent smile. “Good morning,” I murmured, trying to keep my breath to myself, if that was possible, while his lips lingered over mine.

Max looked beyond good for this early in the morning, way too sexy. I wanted to run my fingers through his disheveled hair, but I stopped myself.