Against the Ropes
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BUZZ
I am laughing too hard to answer the phone.
BUZZ
Also, I can’t reach it in my current position.
BUZZ
I relent and push myself up. He is in a meeting after all. I should really turn it down. Maybe he’s hot too. I check my messages.
STOP
STOP
STOP
I bite my lip to stifle my laughter and return his messages.
Bad Max. Shouty caps hurt my ears
What the hell has gotten into you?
Sorry, couldn’t reach the thermostat
You’re going to be a very sorry girl when I’m done here
Promises, promises
On the bench and don’t move
Yeah. I’ll do “on the bench.” I undo yet another button on my coat as I walk over to the marble slab. I am hot now, for real. He must know what his words do to me. I lie on my side, one leg out, one leg bent at the knee, shoe on the bench, hand propped up on my elbow in the traditional sex kitten pose. My coat slides over my skin, revealing things that are for Max’s eyes only. The phone buzzes in my hand. Why did I never notice it had such a powerful vibration?
Behave. We’re almost done
I stare at the phone. Suddenly, I have an idea. A delicious idea. A naughty idea. I send Max a text.
Call me. If I don’t answer, call again
I turn the ringer to vibration and swing my legs down so I am sitting on the bench facing him. I part my legs. Max frowns. I slip the phone into my coat and secure it at the juncture of my thighs. Max’s eyes widen. He chokes. One of his clients pushes a glass of water across the table. Max glares at me and shakes his head. I slide one hand into the coat and fondle my breast. He closes his eyes and sucks in his lips.
Then he calls.
The vibration isn’t great. Not like my Rabbit. But it isn’t bad. And coupled with the fact I am naked under the coat with six men in front of me who could turn around at any moment, I don’t need much more to get off. I hope the phone is waterproof.
I roll my nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Zings of pleasure shoot to my core. I close my eyes and shift position. The slippery slide of the coat’s silk lining brushes over my skin in a gentle caress. My body tightens. I’ve never brought myself this close this fast. I suck in a breath and press my lips together as I teeter on the edge. The sultry, strawberry taste of Vivacious Vixen lip gloss bursts over my tongue.
The vibrations stop. Damn. I pull out the phone and read the message.
ENOUGH
Ha. Ha. I don’t think so. I put the phone on the bench and slide my hand into the trench coat. I stroke my sweet spot and my body tightens again. I should stop. What if someone turns around? But I can’t stop. I am heady with the knowledge he wants me and can’t have me. Aroused beyond belief. My head falls back and I slip one finger inside my sex. Jeez. I’m so wet.
The office door crashes open. The glass walls shake.
I whip my hands out of the jacket and sit up straight, eyes wide, innocence personified. Max stalks toward me, his face so taut, I can see the blood pounding through the veins on his temples. He grabs my arm and yanks me out of the seat.
Without so much as a hello, he drags me across the reception area and slams his hand on the elevator button. The elevator opens instantly as if it knows Max is no mood to be trifled with. He pounds on the ground-level button and the doors slide closed.
“Are you angry?” My blood still runs hot with desire. I place a tentative hand on his chest. He hisses in a breath and steps away.
“Don’t touch me. Don’t talk to me.”
My cheeks flame. Uh-oh. Really angry. My stomach clenches. It was just meant to be a game.
The elevator reaches the ground floor. Max grabs my hand and pulls me through a maze of corridors until we reach a battered metal door. He throws the door open and I follow him out into a dark alley.
The streetlights from the main road lick the darkness but don’t quite reach our toes. Although I can see cars and people, they can’t see us. But I can see Max and he can see me. His eyes gleam under the soft faint exit light above the door, and he studies me, a predator assessing its prey.
My heart pounds so hard I fear it might break my ribs. Angry Max. Dark alley. Maybe I pushed him too far.
Suddenly I am up against the wall, the rough brick digging into my back. Max pins me, one hand on my chest, the other making fast work of the buttons and belt on the coat. He yanks it open, exposing me to his heated gaze. His eyes rake over my naked body as cool air brushes over my burning skin.
Fear and arousal blend into a potent cocktail of need. A whimper escapes my lips. In an instant, I am in Max’s arms, my body pressed against his.
“I’ve never seen anything as f**king hot in my life. You were killing me in there, baby.” He threads his fingers through my hair and yanks my head back. His kiss is hard, almost punishing, but quickly it gentles, softens. A tremor runs through me.
“So goddamned f**king sexy,” he whispers against my lips. “I thought I was going to explode.”
My body sags as relief courses through my veins. Not angry. Aroused. As am I.
Boldly I stroke my hand over his erection, hot and hard, straining against his fine wool trousers. “What a hard c**k you have Mr. Huntington.”
He sucks in a sharp breath and his body goes rigid. “What did you just say to me?”
I lean against him and press my lips against his ear. “I said you had a hard cock, and I want it.”
“Fuck.” He has a condom in his hand and his pants down before I can catch my breath.
I am laughing too hard to answer the phone.
BUZZ
Also, I can’t reach it in my current position.
BUZZ
I relent and push myself up. He is in a meeting after all. I should really turn it down. Maybe he’s hot too. I check my messages.
STOP
STOP
STOP
I bite my lip to stifle my laughter and return his messages.
Bad Max. Shouty caps hurt my ears
What the hell has gotten into you?
Sorry, couldn’t reach the thermostat
You’re going to be a very sorry girl when I’m done here
Promises, promises
On the bench and don’t move
Yeah. I’ll do “on the bench.” I undo yet another button on my coat as I walk over to the marble slab. I am hot now, for real. He must know what his words do to me. I lie on my side, one leg out, one leg bent at the knee, shoe on the bench, hand propped up on my elbow in the traditional sex kitten pose. My coat slides over my skin, revealing things that are for Max’s eyes only. The phone buzzes in my hand. Why did I never notice it had such a powerful vibration?
Behave. We’re almost done
I stare at the phone. Suddenly, I have an idea. A delicious idea. A naughty idea. I send Max a text.
Call me. If I don’t answer, call again
I turn the ringer to vibration and swing my legs down so I am sitting on the bench facing him. I part my legs. Max frowns. I slip the phone into my coat and secure it at the juncture of my thighs. Max’s eyes widen. He chokes. One of his clients pushes a glass of water across the table. Max glares at me and shakes his head. I slide one hand into the coat and fondle my breast. He closes his eyes and sucks in his lips.
Then he calls.
The vibration isn’t great. Not like my Rabbit. But it isn’t bad. And coupled with the fact I am naked under the coat with six men in front of me who could turn around at any moment, I don’t need much more to get off. I hope the phone is waterproof.
I roll my nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Zings of pleasure shoot to my core. I close my eyes and shift position. The slippery slide of the coat’s silk lining brushes over my skin in a gentle caress. My body tightens. I’ve never brought myself this close this fast. I suck in a breath and press my lips together as I teeter on the edge. The sultry, strawberry taste of Vivacious Vixen lip gloss bursts over my tongue.
The vibrations stop. Damn. I pull out the phone and read the message.
ENOUGH
Ha. Ha. I don’t think so. I put the phone on the bench and slide my hand into the trench coat. I stroke my sweet spot and my body tightens again. I should stop. What if someone turns around? But I can’t stop. I am heady with the knowledge he wants me and can’t have me. Aroused beyond belief. My head falls back and I slip one finger inside my sex. Jeez. I’m so wet.
The office door crashes open. The glass walls shake.
I whip my hands out of the jacket and sit up straight, eyes wide, innocence personified. Max stalks toward me, his face so taut, I can see the blood pounding through the veins on his temples. He grabs my arm and yanks me out of the seat.
Without so much as a hello, he drags me across the reception area and slams his hand on the elevator button. The elevator opens instantly as if it knows Max is no mood to be trifled with. He pounds on the ground-level button and the doors slide closed.
“Are you angry?” My blood still runs hot with desire. I place a tentative hand on his chest. He hisses in a breath and steps away.
“Don’t touch me. Don’t talk to me.”
My cheeks flame. Uh-oh. Really angry. My stomach clenches. It was just meant to be a game.
The elevator reaches the ground floor. Max grabs my hand and pulls me through a maze of corridors until we reach a battered metal door. He throws the door open and I follow him out into a dark alley.
The streetlights from the main road lick the darkness but don’t quite reach our toes. Although I can see cars and people, they can’t see us. But I can see Max and he can see me. His eyes gleam under the soft faint exit light above the door, and he studies me, a predator assessing its prey.
My heart pounds so hard I fear it might break my ribs. Angry Max. Dark alley. Maybe I pushed him too far.
Suddenly I am up against the wall, the rough brick digging into my back. Max pins me, one hand on my chest, the other making fast work of the buttons and belt on the coat. He yanks it open, exposing me to his heated gaze. His eyes rake over my naked body as cool air brushes over my burning skin.
Fear and arousal blend into a potent cocktail of need. A whimper escapes my lips. In an instant, I am in Max’s arms, my body pressed against his.
“I’ve never seen anything as f**king hot in my life. You were killing me in there, baby.” He threads his fingers through my hair and yanks my head back. His kiss is hard, almost punishing, but quickly it gentles, softens. A tremor runs through me.
“So goddamned f**king sexy,” he whispers against my lips. “I thought I was going to explode.”
My body sags as relief courses through my veins. Not angry. Aroused. As am I.
Boldly I stroke my hand over his erection, hot and hard, straining against his fine wool trousers. “What a hard c**k you have Mr. Huntington.”
He sucks in a sharp breath and his body goes rigid. “What did you just say to me?”
I lean against him and press my lips against his ear. “I said you had a hard cock, and I want it.”
“Fuck.” He has a condom in his hand and his pants down before I can catch my breath.
