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“So, are you going to invite Max in, or are you going to leave the poor man outside for the rest of the night?”

“I’m going to invite him in,” I said and happily went out, almost unable to believe it was possible to feel as happy as I did. I flung the door open. Max looked up, and my heart expanded with love.

“Come, meet my Mom.”

He got up and followed in.

Mom and Max took to each other immediately, and you’d not have believed that they had met less than an hour before.She regaled him with embarrassing stories about Rose and me growing up and Max encouraged her to reveal more.

He ended up staying for dinner.

We left at eight after dinner and a few glasses of wine. As fun as it had been, I couldn’t wait to be alone with Max.

“Let’s go to your apartment,” Max said. “It’s nearer and I’m not sure how long I can wait to see you naked. It feels like a lifetime ago that I opened your legs and ate you out.”

I shivered at the intensity in his eyes and rested my hand on his thigh. That was what I had longed for, amongst other things. Knowing I could touch him whenever I wanted because I had a claim on him.

We got to my building and hurried out of the car. Holding hands we entered the elevator. Max didn’t bother to wait for us to reach my apartment. He pulled me close and proceeded to kiss me passionately. Threading my hands through his thick, silky hair, I pressed my aching breasts against his chest.

Somehow we made it to my door. Max took my keys from my nerveless hand and unlocked the door. He kicked the door shut behind him. Then he pinned me to the wall, wedged his leg between mine and carried on kissing me. I found myself grinding against his leg, rubbing my pussy against his thigh, desperate for friction.

Clothes flew everywhere, and by the time we made it to the bedroom, we were both naked. I expected Max to fling me to the bed and take me urgently. Instead, he took a step back and let his gaze slide over me. It was a hungry look, but that wasn’t what turned me to mush. It was the love that shimmered in his eyes. There was no guarded look, no protection, no self-preservation. It was out there for me to see.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered huskily.

Max took my hand and guided me to the bed. He draped his body over mine, traced my lower lip with his tongue and the rest of the world disappeared as…

He made love to me.

Chapter 59

Max

She walked around my desk and swiveled my chair around. Sitting on my lap she threw her arms around me. “You know I won’t be your PA once the babies start coming, don’t you?”

I nodded unhappily.

“Are you going to be nice to the poor thing?”

I rested my hands on her hips, loving the gentle swell. “Nice? Define nice.” Her scent should have been sold in bottles. It was so fucking sexy, an aphrodisiac if I ever smelt one.

“You can’t be rude and shout at them just because you feel like it,” she said inching closer and spreading her legs.

My cock was surging to life at her nearness and flirty tone. I brought my hands to her thighs, caressing them. “What if she’s no good?”

“I don’t believe Maggie will send you anyone who is no good.” I slipped a hand between her legs and came into contact with her soaking panties. I slipped my fingers under the edges and stroked her clit. “Can we worry about that when the time comes? That could be months, even years away.”

“Oh yes,” Lillian said, her breathing labored, her chest moving up and down.

I pinched her swollen clit and then slipped a finger inside. She cupped my face and kissed me, the sensations going all the way to my cock. She tasted of strawberry and lettuce. I loved it. Our tongues tangled together.

I slipped my finger in and out, then added a second one. Lillian moaned into my mouth. She didn’t need to say a word. I knew she wanted me to fuck her faster.

My movements became more frantic as she neared her climax. As she came, she let out a muffled cry, but I kept on fucking her with my fingers until she was completely spent and slumped against me.

She rested a few minutes before she sat up. I slapped her lightly on her ass. “Up you go. Work calls.”

She slid off my lap. “By the way. It’s not months or even years away. Looks like it’s just eight months away.”