When he ate me out, my Max took his time with me, devouring me with such love and care, as if he were worshipping my body. He did tricks with his tongue that I had never had done to me before. Always such a tease, Max knew just how to aggravate me, especially when I was so into it. My hands rested on the smooth sheet covering his head, while my hips gyrated in rhythm with his tongue. I could hear him moaning as I rode him, felt him flick his tongue against my clit with such precision.
“Oh, yes, baby, don’t stop!” I moaned, holding his head closer to my clit.
His grip on my hips grew tighter as he held me still. But I couldn’t help but to squirm just a bit, and I found myself shouting out his name so many times I lost count. The spasms that ran through my body shook the large bed. My cries turned to whimpers and then eventually laughter as I tried my best to move him from between my legs. But of course, this was no use, because that tongue was going to make sure I knew who was boss here.
Quickly, he came up from underneath the sheet, facing me with a brilliant smile. He scooted up and kissed me.
“You know I could eat on you all damn day and night, right?”
I chuckled a bit. “And more than likely, I would let you do just that, but now it’s time for some real breakfast. Do you have anything we can cook here, or do we have to go out?”
“But why can’t we just stay in bed and eat in?”
His horrible attempts at pouting made me laugh out loud.
“Listen, this sister has to eat food, baby, so come and shower with me.”
After showering and putting on some clothes—him in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and me in my dress from the previous night—we both decided to go back to my place so I could change into something more comfortable.
What? I couldn’t go around town wearing that dress to breakfast. Is you crazy?
“Make a left right here,” I told him when we pulled onto my street.
He found a perfect parking spotright in front of my building, and we both got out. When we got inside my place, I smiled and waved toward the living room.
“Just make yourself at home while I change.”
Going into my room, I decided to put on a simple pair of black jeans and a fuchsia tank top with a white, short-sleeved shirt over it. Running a brush through my hair, I decided to leave it down, since Max liked it that way, but I did put on a headband to keep it in place. When I walked back out into the living room, I found him looking over some of the pictures I had on my bookcase. Most of them were of my family, and a few were of me when I was a kid. He was smiling at a picture he was holding—one of me when I was a baby, smiling big and bright.
“You were a cutie pie.”
“Were a cutie pie? Sweetheart, I still am.”
That’s when he gave me a sound kiss on the lips. God, those lips of his sent my heart and body racing, and I had to force myself to remember that we had to get something to eat.
“Breakfast, darling. We better go and get some food.”
We decided to go to a diner down the road from my place. I honest have to say our time eating was mostly spent eating off each other’s plate, making goofy faces at each other, and having a silly conversation about cartoon characters.
“I can’t believe you dressed up as the Joker when you were ten. I dressed up like Mickey Mouse when I was eight,” I said.
“I bet you were a cute Mickey.”
He dug into his eggs, while I cut into my waffle.
“What are your plans for today?” he asked me.
I thought for a moment, and honestly, I didn’t have any plans, other than maybe a nap. “Nothing, really, why you ask?”
“Stay with me for the rest of the day. I want to spend as much time as I can with you, Sarah.”
I looked at him as if he was completely off his rocker, but then I realized when he held my hand that he wanted me to stay with him. Who would want to pass up spending the day with a man like Max?
“Well why not for the rest of this weekend then? I mean, we might as well, since we can go into work together. We can go back to my place to get my things, thengo around town for a while. Grab some food for dinner tonight and head on back to your place to cook.”
“We can do that would love to have you make me dinner just as long as I can have you for dessert!”
All I could do was look down and smile while we continued eating. Lord knows, I would need my strength to deal with Max for the rest of that weekend. After eating, we went back to my place so I could pack a couple of my things for the weekend.
“What would you like to do today?” I asked, zipping up my bag while wondering if I forgot anything.
“We could go see a movie…Or better yet, we could rent some movies. That way, I can snuggle with you alone.”
I grabbed my bag then crossed the room to kiss him on the cheek. “Let’s get out of here.”
* * * *
It took us over an hour to figure out what we would do next, and in the end, we decided we’d just make a run to the store. I had thought about making us steaks, some baked potato with sour cream and butter, and a salad. As I was getting the sour cream and butter, Max came over with two cans of chocolate whipped cream and put them into the cart. I didn’t say a word but looked over at him and noticed that twinkle in his eye.
When we got back to his place, I started on marinating the steaks. Since it was such a nice day, we figured the evening was going to be just as nice, so we decided we’d eat out on the terrace. But a couple hours later, the rain started coming down hard. Lighting and thunder came crashing down around us, and I honestly hated the sound. But then the inevitable happened…a huge lighting strike hit one of the poles down the street with a crash, and all the lights went completely out.
“Oh, my God” I shouted, frozen to the spot.
“It’s alright, this happen sometimes.”
I heard him walk across the hardwood floor, heard a drawer slide open and closed, and then a moment later, a beam of light illuminated the room as Max came over to me, flashlight in hand. I have to admit I was still shaking. The sound of the storm had rattled my nerves completely.
“There now, you’re shaking like crazy, baby.”
I relaxed a bit in the safety of his arms. For as long as I could remember, I had always been afraid of thunder and lightning storms. I mean, a lot of people are afraid of bad weather, but my fear was more of a phobia. When I was about ten years old, I got stuck outside in the midst of a thunderstorm. It came out of nowhere, with the rain and thunder, and stupid me— not knowing any better at the time—ranto take shelter underneath a nearby tree. A quick lightning strike hit a branch, which broke off and fell right in front of me. After that, months passed before I’d even go out in the rain much less a thunderstorm, and the sound of thunder or lightning made me shake. I held Max as close as I could.
“Sorry, but I hate thunderstorms. They scare the shit out of me.” I was shaking still, even though his muscular arms held me close to his chest.
“Like I said, this happens all the time during storms. Give it about fifteen more minutes and it will be on.”
We didn’t say another word for a couple of minutes; we just stood there in the kitchen, holding each other. Another crash of lightning vibrated the windows of the living room, and I yelped. Max just held me tighter, and I slowly calmed in his arms.
“Why don’t we go sit down on the couch?” he asked.
“What about the food?”
“The food will still be there. Like I said, the lights will come back on in a minute or two.” He assured me as he guided me to the couch.
We snuggled together, and I had never felt so, nuzzled up against his chest and neck. But the storm still had me rattled, and I kept wishing the damn thing would blow through. Please go away… Please go away, I kept thinking. Lord, I could be such a blubbering baby sometimes, and right then, I would have preferred to have behaved like a mature adult. I mean, there I was, in a thunderstorm with the man of my dreams holding
me close to him. He ran his fingers along my back slowly and softly while the rain continued to pour down along the windows.
“This feels so nice, doesn’t it?” he asked.
I nodded in agreement. I ran my hand over his chest, and when I looked up, I found him staring back at me. I smiled, and his lips touched mine, and the fire I always felt when we kissed raced through me, warming me.I entangled my fingers in his soft, long hair, and our kiss deepened. He dug his fingers into my hip, tightening his grip along my jeans, and pulled me up on top of him. As he cradled my back for support, I ran my fingers through the back of his hair, then along his earlobe. God, I could kiss on the man for hours, our faces brushing, his hands roaming over my back and up toward my chest.
“You look a bit uncomfortable with all of these clothes.”
Before I could respond, I felt a tug, and then a ripping sound filled the room. I looked down in shock as I realized he had ripped my blouse completely open in the front. Those big hands of his held my breasts and he used his thumbs to massage my nipples. I rubbed up against him as I swear, his touch alone drove me insane. He cupped my face, and I turned a bit to capture one of his fingers between my lips. Softly, I rolled my tongue around his finger, and hestared at my mouth, watching my every movement. I could tell my actions were getting him harder down there.
“I swear, woman, you sure know how to get me horny as hell.”
I kept up with my objective, sucking on his finger, while he tweaked my nipples through the cotton material of my bra. I grinded my hips against his hardness, knowing where this all would lead.
“You’re going to get yourself into all kinds of trouble, little girl.”
“You’re dealing with a woman, sir; remember that.”
“Oh, really? A woman, you say? Woman—I like the sound of that. But you know what’s missing from that description?”
“What?”
“The word my…as in my woman.”
Was he serious? He honestly couldn’t be serious. Suddenly, the seriousness of the situation replaced my horniness. I took a good look at his face. The playfulness in his eyes had disappeared, and his expression had turned very sincere. As I watched, he smiled softly, but his eyes still said he meant business.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” I asked him.
He took my hands in his for a moment. God, his hands looked so big and strong compared to mine.He made me feel delicate and special.
“I’m very serious, Sarah. You’ve got to understand something because I’ve wanted you for years now. I’ve had my eye on you since the first day I came to the office. I even remember what you were wearing that day. You had on a beautiful, light blue blouse that showed a bit of these lovely breast.” He lifted them a little, as if to illustrate his words. “I also remember the black skirt you wore that day, and the way it hugged these hips of yours real good. I would watch you go back and forth from your desk to the break room or restroom, those hips of yours swaying back and forth when you walked. The whole time, I fought my desire to grab hold of you and just fuck you senseless.”
I couldn’t believe he remembered something I had worn about four years back. I held him close as I kissed his forehead and traced my fingertipsover his ears and along his cheekbones.
“So? What do you say? Will you be my girl, or do you need some time to think about it?”
“What’s there to think about?” I laughed. “Since we are being open now, I’ve wanted you for years too. I just didn’t know what you thought about me, not to mention the fact that you were higher up the business ladder, and I was just one of the common drones that worked in a cubicle. I always thought you were so handsome, and I wanted so badly to get the nerve to at least talk with you. But I’m glad this is all out in the open now. It makes me feel good to hear you wanted to get with me, too, but as far as being your woman? Yes, I want to be yours and only yours.”
He tickled up along my back, and I squealed like a little girl.
“Stop that!” I screamed and tried to regain my balance.
“Is my girl ticklish?”
“Just a little bit. Don’t do that again, though.”
“You mean this?”
He went for my ribs, and I lost it laughing. I kept hitting him on his shoulders, but he just grinned and kept at it.
“Please stop, Max. Please!”
Not only did he ignore me, he tickled me even more, and I squealed and shouted out pleas for mercy. Finally, I made a last-ditch effort to stop him by grabbing hold of the back of his head and drawing his mouth to mine. He returned my kiss, and I felt his hands at the back clasp of my bra. I ran my fingers through his hair as our kiss turned even more passionate. Soon, I found myself lying back on the sofa, his body slowly crushing me as I sank into the soft cushions. But truly, I didn’t care; I loved how he felt—on me, under me, or around me. We had each other now, and I was happier than ever.
Oh, yeah…The lights did come back on about fifteen minutes later.
Chapter Seven
I hated how fast the weekend flew by. I often wonder why the hell the weekdays always goes so damn slow, but the weekend always seems to go so damn quick. We both woke up early Monday morning, took a shower together—punctuated by a quickie—got dressed, and then grabbed coffee and a bagel with cream cheese for me to go. When he parked the car outside the office, we sat there for a minute, quietly drinking our coffee, and I finished off the last bite of my bagel.
“I get off at six thirty. What time do you get off?” he asked me.
“Around five,” I told him.
“Come by my office, and you can wait there while I finish up. I can take you on home then. Why don’t we do this every weekend? Just pack yourself a bag for the weekend, and then on Friday morning, I’ll pick you up from home and bring you in to work. That way, you can just come straight home with me. What do you say?”
“I swear you think of everything, don’t you? Yes, that sounds like a wonderful idea.”
He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, and although tempted to stay there with him all day, kissing, gazing into his eyes that were filled with love, I knew we needed head on inside. I pulled back with a sigh.
“See you at five then, sweetheart,” I said.
We got out of the car and went into the building, walking along with a crowd of people. When we got up to the fifth floor in the elevator, we stepped out, and I did my best to pretend I wasn’t interested in him. But when I went one way, and he went the other, down the hallway to the other entrance to his office, I looked over my shoulder and found him gazing at me and with a handsome smile. He winked, and my knees turned to jelly. A moment later, he disappeared inside his office.
“Hey, girlfriend, how’s tricks?” Darla asked me when I sat down at my desk, coffee in hand.
“It’s been interesting, to say the least.”
“So, I heard your secret admirer gave you a big box of chocolates from a very expensive chocolate shop.”
I swear, I don’t know where Darla gets her info. Even when she is off for the day for some reason, she always gets the latest scoop on office gossip.
“Yes, I did, Barbara Walters, and they were delicious. I got bonbons, truffles, and petit fours from my favorite chocolate shop.”
“And this box came with a card too. What did the card say?” She had a smile on her face that made me laugh and shake my head. Even though she was my friend, she was sometimes too nosy for her own good.
“Sweets for the candy lady,” I told her. “That’s all it said.”
“Well, that was nice of whoever sent it to you.Uh oh…there goes lover boy.” She poked me in the side, and I looked over to see Max opening up his blinds, still holding his coffee cup in one hand.
If only she knew how much of a lover he really is. Lord have mercy… I would never hear the end of it then.
As my day progressed, I didn’t hear anything from Max…No phone call or anything. Apparently, everybody was busy, including me, and I figured
that was a good thing, because work distracted me from thoughts of Max for a bit.
Lost in my typing, I absently answered the phone when it rang.
“Hello, this is Sarah.”
“Hi, Sarah this is Don. How are you?”
I smiled. Don was my boss, and honestly, he was probably the coolest boss I ever had. He was completely understanding with everybody. When one of my co-worker’s brother had gotten into a huge car wreck back in their hometown, and she needed to leave out right away to see him, Don had offered her use of the company jet, since it would have been too late for her to say her goodbyes to her brother had she flown commercial. Talk about a good guy…
“I’m doing just fine, Don, and you?”
“Doing pretty good here, thanks. Listen, the reason I’m calling is because I need your help with a new employee that will be coming in tomorrow. I need for you to train him in everything you know. Can you do that for me?”
“Sure. Anything I can do to help out. What’s his name?”
“Erik Monroe, Erik with a k.”
“Alright, then, I’ll make sure his first day is a good one.” I smiled.
“Thanks, Sarah. I knew you would be a great help. Talk with you tomorrow.”
“Good bye, Don.” I hung up the phone.
“What did Don want?” Darla asked.
“Looks like we are going to have another employee coming in tomorrow and it’s a guy.”
She moved in closer to me. “What’s his name, what does he look like, is he single?”
“His name is Erik Monroe. I have no idea what he looks like or if he’s married. He’ll be here tomorrow, and you can look him over yourself and see if he’s worthy.” I laughed and returned to my work on the computer.
For the rest of the morning, up until around lunchtime, I remained busy, on the phone talking and making deals with people to get things I needed. In a way, I thought it would be good to have some fresh blood in the place. My phone rang again, and I snatched up the receiver.
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