Page 18 of Midnight Heat

No, I'm not okay, but I can't tell her that. I lift myself up on my arms to look at her, and I'm immediately brought back to this moment in time, where this gorgeous beauty is in my arms and begging me for more. So I give her everything I've got. When she's close to coming, I slide out of her.

"Lie on your front and lift up your ass for me, kitten."

She hurries to do my bidding, and I briefly curse myself for having no lube in the house. I would love to fuck that tight asshole of hers but now's not the time. I tease her entrance with the tip of my cock and only slide in when she backs up to me, desperate for more of my dick.

"I love being inside you, kitten. You love my cock, don't you?"

She's out of breath but she stutters out a 'yes'. I slowly work her back to the brink again, and when she’s about ready to explode, I reach for her clit and start stroking it in earnest. This time, she screams my name when she comes, and feeling her pulsing channel all around me brings my orgasm out of me. I squirt rope after rope of cum inside her, and when I’m drained, I almost fall on top of her.

I manage to move to the side and pull her close to me. I love cuddling with her after we're both spent. It almost makes me forget the lonely nights for the past ten years.

"That was amazing, Max. You take my breath away."

I kiss her on the forehead and close my eyes, but then I feel her placing kisses on my face, and I know what's coming. She's going to kiss me on the lips, and I don't know if I can handle that kind of intimacy. When she gets close to my mouth, I tense up, but she doesn't seem to notice. Then she gives me a tender kiss. I just stay still, like a coward, and after a few seconds, I break the kiss.

"We should get some dinner. I'm starved,” I say.

"That sounds like a plan." She mumbles.

I look down and find her with a soft smile on her face, but there's something in her eyes that tells me she knows what I did. Right now, though, I don't really care. She's back in my arms, and I wouldn't change that for anything.

Chapter 8

Annette

Max spent the entire weekend in my house, and we had sex on every flat surface that was available. He left early in the morning to get a shower and change at his house. I'm literally floating on air. I have the biggest smile on my face as I do my work. We haven't talked much about our relationship, but I don't think he's ready to tell people at work.

That's fine with me, but people definitely know I got laid this weekend—just not by who. Speaking of who, it's the middle of the afternoon and I want to see my boss. So I go to the bathroom and check myself out in the mirror. I look good enough that I'm confident I can charm him into a quickie. I know it's inappropriate, but I just can't get enough of Max Lewis.

I knock on his door and walk in after he calls me in. A big smile is splattered on my face and I go and sit on one of the chairs that are in front of his desk. I smile seductively at him and cross my legs. That makes my skirt hitch up and shows more of my thigh than is appropriate. He stops what he's doing and smiles back.

"Miss McKinnon. How can I help you?"

"I have a problem, Mr. Lewis, and you're the only one that can solve it," I say innocently.

I bat my lashes at him and act coy. He chuckles at my antics and crosses his arms in front of his chest—his chiseled, tattooed chest. His shirt has several buttons undone, and I can see part of one of his Celtic tattoos.

"What seems to be the problem?"

"I've got an itch. And you need to scratch it."

"Is that right?"

I nod to him, my face serious, and uncross my legs. I open them up as far as I can and lift up my skirt, slowly revealing my legs. Fire blazes into his gaze as he gets up from his chair and walks up to where I am sitting. Then he's kneeling in front of me and getting rid of my panties. His tongue feels so good I'm drenching his face in less than a minute. We're so caught up in this mid-afternoon delight that we don't hear the door open.

"Max, do you think you can…" Erik starts.

Max looks up with a glare of anger in his eyes, and Erik is taken aback.

"Shit, sorry…I'll be back later."

I hurry to put my panties back on, and Max gets up. He runs his hand over his face and looks resigned.

"I'm s-sorry,” I stutter, “I shouldn't have come here wanting to seduce you. Do you…do you think he'll tell someone?"

Max goes back to his chair behind his desk.

"He'll try to keep it a secret, but he never succeeds."