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Chapter 14

Scarlett

The on-staff stylist and makeup artist at the news station must be able to sense my nerves from a mile away because she’s done nothing but hype me up since the moment I sat in her chair this morning.

We worked on my on-air look together, opting for a casual hairstyle of loose, beachy curls and a gorgeous charcoal gray pencil dress with a black, vinyl belt and matching shiny, vinyl black pumps.

For every ounce of doubt I had about myself mentally, I was making up for it tenfold physically. I felt like a total hot, sexy badass.

Judging by the way Max started drooling the moment he found me in the greenroom while waiting for my segment, I’d have to say he agrees with me.

“Holy shit, Scarlett.” He is frozen in the doorway.

“Do you approve, Boss?” I spin around slowly, letting him take a three hundred and sixty degree look at me, and honestly, it’s just as much for my benefit as his. He makes me feel powerful when he looks at me like this.

“Approve is an understatement.” He steps inside and closes the door behind him. “Think they’d delay the segment for a few minutes and let me have my way with you in here first?”

“A few minutes? That’s all you’d need?” I smirk, biting my deep plum-painted matte lips.

“A few now.” He steps closer and closer until I’m backed against the wall and he’s flush against me. “But I’ll be gentle.” He lightly caresses the outside of my thigh before slipping a hand under my dress and giving my ass a squeeze. “I wouldn’t want to smudge you.”

“And after?” I whimper when his fingers find the crease of my ass and slip lower to tease my pussy from behind.

“After, you’ll come home with me in this outfit and I’ll happily smear this pretty face of yours while I fuck you.”

I try to respond, but his fingers slip beneath the fabric of my panties and connect with my very heated, very wet skin. All I can do is let my head thump against the wall and sigh in pleasure when he pushes my hair behind my shoulder to kiss and nip at the skin there.

“Max,” I whisper, but make no attempt to stop him. “Someone could come in.”

“They won’t.”

He removes his hand from my panties and uses it to grasp my thigh and hoist it around his hip. The moments happen in slow motion because I must be in a lust-induced haze. He brings his other hand up and slides his middle and ring finger between his lips to wet them.

“Oh shit,” I moan before he’s even touched me.

“I want you relaxed, baby,” he says, lowering the newly lubricated hand and slides it between my legs and into the front of my panties.

“Shhhiiiiiittttttttttt.” My eyes roll back in my head and he chuckles at my response to his touch.

“Shhh. They could hear you,” he whispers in my ear just as he presses his fingertips against my clit.

“Fuck!” I cry out, wrapping his tie around my fist to use as leverage, tugging on it hard. “I’m already close.”

“Good girl.”

God, that’s almost enough to send me over the edge on its own.

My toes begin to curl in my shoes, my chest is heaving up and down as my breathing grows more erratic with every swirl his fingers make around my clit.

“Yes.. yes… yes… don’t stop,” I beg, my legs beginning to quiver.

Knock. Knock.

The door flies open without giving us time to respond to the knock. Max moves away from me faster than I’ve ever seen before, leaving me right on the cusp of an orgasm.

Garrett is standing in the doorway with wide eyes. “Uh, they’re ready for you now, Scarlett.” He clears his throat. “I’ll tell them you’re on your way.” He turns around and bolts away.

“Garrett, wait,” I call out and Max holds his hand up, stopping me. “He absolutely saw us, Max, I have to talk to him.”

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