Page 58 of Blurry Little Lines

“Whatever you were thinking about makes me wish I had waited another thirty seconds to see if your thoughts would be put into action.” He winks and doesn’t give me the satisfaction to receive the glare I shoot his way.

“Jerk.” God, this built-up tension is getting to be too much.

“I should take you over my knee with that kind of attitude.” His voice drops as I earn his full attention. My breath catches in my throat as my mouth remains gapped. “You have more color today. How are you feeling?” He changes the subject, and my stomach grumbles.

“The past few days I haven’t been sick, so I’m feeling a bit more like my old self.” I stare at the buffet spread out on my desk. “Why did you bring so much food?”

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted Thai, Italian, cheesecake, or all of them.” His fitness shirt is tight and does nothing to hide his eight-pack. Jeez, his strength is mouth-watering.Like the time he lifted me to sit on his shoulders in the gym.“I can be on the menu too, Kels.” He pulls me out of my thoughts.

“At least I’m not vomiting at the thought of you anymore.” My cheeks flush and denial would only make this worse.

“I read that some women get extremely horny during pregnancy.” He wears a proud grin, as if he’s teasing me.

“So? It’s not like I can sleep around like you’re able to.” I’m not stooping low enough to ask him with the help for a needed release.

“Kelsie, you were the last woman I slept with. You will remain the last woman.” His tone is hurt. “The only thing that will change is the timeframe from when you last let me touch you to when I get to again.” When?Well,isn’t he confident.“I said I’m all in with this family. My dick is owned by your pussy whether or not you choose to use it.”

Jesus. This man is going to get me off with words alone.

I recross my legs and roll my bottom lip between my teeth in an attempt to stop my body from giving in to his. Max hands me a fork and takes a bite of food, waiting for me to dig in. He’s too perfect right now, and I need him to break. To get pissed at me or something.

“Actually, I’m in the mood for Chinese.” I lean back in my seat with a sigh.

“I figured you’d say that.” His grin lights up his eyes as he reaches into the bag. “One veggie low mein with extra egg, at your service.”Is it always going to be this difficult to keep him outcasted?

“Don’t act smug, like you know me so well,” I challenge him.

“Smug?” He leans forward. “Nah, smug would be me demanding you to lift your heels onto this desk, pull your lace panties to the side, and let my mouth put that aching pussy of yours at ease.” His tongue darts out to run across his lips as his eyes scan every inch of me for a moment.

“Lace panties?” I half laugh. “Max, I hate to kill your imagination, but it’s basic cotton panties for the next little while.”

“Those are sexy too.”But your past model looking women wouldn’t be caught dead in these panties.

“Don’t lie to make me feel better.”

“Kelsie.” Max flexes his hips up as I glance over my desk. “My dick wouldn’t be begging for you if that were the case.” The pulse between my legs is growing too much, and I internally scream, begging for it to calm down.

“We are not having sex,” I whisper-yell, but at the same time, my desperation peaks and I want to feel my release by riding him on the chair. “Especially here.”

“Fine, then.” Max leans back in his chair to lock my door. “Get yourself off without me.” His dick springs free from his shorts as his hand starts to stroke it. “Look how hard you make me, baby girl.”

This is not happening right now. I can’t look away, and I’m getting more turned on than I ever expected to at work. I’ve tried ignoring him for months, and it’s done nothing but make me want him more. I cave and follow his earlier request, placing my heels on top of my desk. Slowly, I slip my hand into my flowy skirt. I’m soaked and wish I kept a spare pair of panties in my desk drawer. I’ve been avoiding touching myself the past few days and the sensation of a small stroke of my finger already has me close to the edge of ecstasy.

“Pull your panties down and let me watch you come,” he demands.

His words arouse me, but I’ve never put on a show besides the brief moment in the gym. And he wasn’t sitting in the front row while I rubbed myself. I don’t even know where to start or if I'll be good at it. As I begin to protest, Max reads my mind.

“I know this is new to you, baby girl,” he comforts in a seductive tone. “You’ve never done this, but don’t shy away from me. You’re so fucking sexy. I want to watch you make yourself feel good. Your fingers rubbing your pussy will be exactly what you need.”

A thrill of empowerment by turning him on coaxes me to do as he requests. My stilettos rest on my desk and I spread my legs for him. Thank goodness I’m flexible.

“That’s my good girl,” he growls with hooded eyes. “Rub yourself the way you wish I was.” So, I do. I stare at him rubbing his dick until my pleasure is so intense, I lay my head back with closed eyes to find my release. “Damn, you’re the hottest woman on earth, Kelsie.” Max finishes as well and reaches for a napkin out of the bag. “I’m so fucking lucky to witness this side of you.”

I place my legs back on the floor and feel my breathing even out. Awaiting his cocky grin to appear or for him to pack up and leave since he got what he wanted, I put on my glasses and turn to my computer. I’m hoping we can forget about what happened a moment ago and return to being civil friends who have seen each other naked. Minus feeling like shit the past few months, my cold shoulder and keeping him at a distance has been nothing but a sick form of foreplay for me. Now, the veil is lifted, and my body wants to give in to what my heart is trying to protect.

“Are you heading out?”

“Kels, I just got here.” Max begins picking at the food. “I’m excited for our next appointment. What do you think we are having?” I shouldn’t be annoyed with how on point he is and interested in this journey, but I’m just trying to get through these months as quickly as possible. Not thinking about it will speed up the process.