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“I’ll even read James a bedtime story.”
“He’ll love that, Mal.” Max heads out the door and will arrive at his class a few minutes later than intended.
The evening ends with Max and Mallory playing guitar while I sing along quietly in the moonlight. Mallory goes to bed without any trouble, and I fight like hell to not sneak into Max’s room to reward him for making my heart melt on more than one occasion today.
Chapter 15
Max
“Have a fun day. Your mom will be getting you after school for James’s party.” I wave to Mallory as she walks up the steps to her school after we dropped James off.
My hand instinctively goes to adjust the gym bag, but my fingers brush up to my neck. “Dammit.” I sigh and jog back to Kelsie’s to pick up my work bag.
I walk through the door and spot my bag on the kitchen counter. I was in a hurry and remembered to grab the kids’ bag and not my own. Grabbing my water out of the fridge, I take a sip. Kelsie walks down the hall and as I go to swallow my mouthful, I end up inhaling like an idiot and start to choke. She continues to the living room in nothing but red lace lingerie with a garter to hold up her stockings. To top it off, she is wearing her black spiked heels. This is an image I will never unsee. Thank fuck I forgot my gym bag.
She remains oblivious to my embarrassing choking fiasco and unzips the garment bag draping over the couch. I walk to her, wondering why she’s pretending to not see me. If this is part of her game, I’m down for it. Her back is to me. She senses me and turns with a jolt, dropping her dress as her hand flies over her heart. She reaches up and removes a wireless earbud.
Oh, that’s why.
“My goodness, Max! You scared the hell out of me.” Her chest rises and falls, directing my eyes straight to her heaving breasts.
“That’s what you wear to work?” I feel dumb for asking, but it’s not like I’m used to seeing Kelsie’s undergarments.
“No one sees it, but it makes me feel empowered.” She begins to lift the slate gray dress off the floor and unzips the back.
“Fuck,” I groan as my dick presses against my shorts. “Please let me fuck you over this couch right now.” I never beg, but for her, I’ll let myself be a bit pathetic.
“I have to leave in five minutes.” Her teeth toy with her lip, and I know she wants to consider my plea.
“Give me three minutes, Kelsie.” I step closer as my eyes fuck her body. “I promise your morning will pass by smoother with an orgasm.”
“Max.” Her cheeks blush.
“Please let me bend you over this couch and smack your ass.” God, I sound desperate and nothing like my normal self.
“I need those three minutes to inhale a protein bar and down an espresso.” She smirks, purposely adjusting her breasts in her bra.
“When is your lunch break?” I ask and reach down to comfort my dick. I have never let a woman have this effect on me.
“You’re bringing me lunch?” Her voice holds the innocence I want to fuck away.Smartass.
“I wantyoufor lunch. Sprawled out on your desk with those heels around my neck.” If she’s shocked by my answer, she doesn’t show it.
“We said one night.” She steps into her dress and her eyes try to mask the lust. “The offer is tempting, but I have a conference call with my brother, Emmett, in Aspen.” She smooths her dress, then gives me a smile that looks just as desperate as I feel. “I’ll let you zip me up, though.”
I let my knuckle trace down her spine until I reach the bottom of her zipper. As I zip her up halfway, I hear her slow, heavy breaths start to shake. I move her soft hair to the side and whisper into her ear before zipping the dress up all the way.
“Let me unzip this dress tonight, baby girl.” My lips press onto the hollow of her neck as her expensive perfume consumes me.
“We’ll see how much energy I have after James’s birthday party.” She steps away and grabs her work bag as I grab mine. “You shouldn’t be late again for work, Mister.”
“You’re one to talk.” I smirk and hit the elevator button.
“Shut up.” Kelsie shoots me a playful smirk and heads down the stairs.
Thankfully, there was construction downtown, so everything was jammed up this morning. My client arrived a minute after I walked through the doors. My father is around this building somewhere today, but I have managed to avoid him over the past week after I walked out on brunch with him and my mother. It also helped that they went on a last-minute vacation together with theirfriends. Lord, I feel sorry for whoever shared a hotel floor with that gang. I finish up with my morning client and decide to spend the next twenty minutes in between the next guy I train with heavy cardio. Kelsie’s perfume lingers on my shirt from being against her this morning, and every time I catch a whiff, I fight like hell for my dick to not respond to the mental image of her in those heels and lingerie. I intensify my incline for a few more minutes and let the cold shower freeze my explicit thoughts before walking back to the weight room.
“Hey, Eric.” I greet the guy who replaced my bartending position at the Wheaton’s Hotel.