Page 15 of Enemy Boss

She pulls her head back but keeps her arms around me and so I keep holding her. She tilts her head back to look at me, her eyes scanning my face questioningly and then settling on my eyes. I can’t look away from her and I feel the air in the room shift as lust fills me, mirroring the lust I can now see in Max’s eyes.

I want so badly to kiss her, but I don’t want to misread the situation or let her think I am taking advantage of her being upset. She doesn’t seem to have those concerns because she reaches up with one hand and puts it on the back of my head and pulls my face down to hers.

Our lips touch and I feel fire run through mine, igniting my nerves and making me want this woman more than ever before. Her tongue pokes almost shyly into my mouth, but as I push mine against it, the shyness melts away and it is as though Max has been unleashed. Her tongue moves against mine, wrapping around it and then delving further into my mouth. She presses her body against me, her breasts against my chest.

She moves her hand away from the back of my head and brings it around the front of my body. Her other hand joins it, and she unbuckles my belt and then opens my trousers. She pushes them down and then my boxer shorts. Her movements are frenzied, and my body reacts to her touch. My cock is hard by the time she frees it from my boxer shorts, and she pulls her mouth from mine and looks at it in approval.

I pull her dress up around her hips and push her panties down. She has barely got one foot out of them when I lift her onto the counter between two of the sinks. I debate taking her back to my office rather than fucking her here in the bathroom, but it’s just been cleaned, and I’m worried taking her back to my office will ruin the moment and kill the mood.

I nudge Max’s legs open and step between them. She is already soaking wet. I can smell her lust on the air as I kiss her again and then I pull my mouth from hers and I start to plunge my cock into her pussy. Just in time, I stop myself and step back. Max looks at me, an expression of surprise on her face.

“What’s wrong?” she says.

“I haven’t got a fucking condom,” I say.

She grins.

“I’m on birth control. Get back here,” she says.

I don’t need telling twice. I move back to my prime position between Max’s legs, and I slam my cock into her eagerly waiting pussy. Filling her feels like coming home and I moan as I slam into her. She gasps and for a second, her thighs tighten around me and then she relaxes, and I begin to move inside of her.

She puts one hand on my shoulder. The other, she puts behind her ass and uses to brace herself, her palm flat on the counter top. She pushes against me, matching my thrusts with desperate little thrusts of her own. I put my hands on the bottom of her back where her skin is bare and push them beneath her dress, running my nails lightly over her skin. She gasps again and I can tell she’s almost ready to climax as she begins to thrust faster, and her fingers dig into my shoulder.

I oblige her more than willingly, thrusting harder and faster into her and she moans my name as her orgasm hits her. She clenches around me, her pussy tightening on my cock and her thighs squeezing me. Her ass is half off the counter, my full length inside of her and she is leaning back on her palm, her head thrown back as her body shudders.

As she shudders, her pussy tightens again, and a rush of heat floods me. It’s enough to push me over the edge myself and I pull halfway out of her and then I thrust back in and then my own orgasm washes over me, turning my body into a pleasure center, my muscles like jelly as I pull Max towards me and bury my face in her chest as I roar her name.

My orgasm grips me tightly and then it slowly starts to fade, and I gasp and pant. I can feel Max’s chest rising and falling against my face and I know she’s trying to get herself under control too. I stay where I am for a moment and then I straighten up and slip out of her.

I move back and Max hops down off the counter. She seems unruffled by our encounter, but the redness on her face and neck gives her away and the slightly glassy look in her eyes tells me she enjoyed that as much as I did. I mean how could she not? It was absolutely mind-blowing.

Max pulls her dress down and her panties up while I’m pulling my boxer shorts and trousers up. I’m still fastening my belt back up when Max grins at me.

“Apology accepted,” she says in a breathy voice and then she turns and walks away from me, tossing her hair back over one shoulder.

She doesn’t so much as look back as she leaves the bathroom and I’m left staring after her, my mouth agape. How can one woman be so irritating and yet so sexy all at once? How is it that I find myself wanting to not have to deal with Max again, and at the same time, already wishing I was balls deep in her once more?

I don’t know the answers to those questions. I don’t know how Max manages to both annoy me and turn me on to the point where I barely know who I am anymore. But I do know one thing – that can’t be the last time I have her. Despite how much she winds me up, how much hard work she is, I know I want her again and again. I want her to be mine and mine alone.

I hadn’t really realized how much I was falling for Max until I heard that her ex- boyfriend had hurt her to the point that it still haunts her now and the feeling it awakened inside of me, the longing to protect Max and keep her safe from the world, told me that I am in deep trouble here.

Chapter 11

Max

Istill can’t quite believe that I allowed what we did last night to happen again. I vowed never to go near Cullen again after the attitude he has shown me since I started working for him. I meant it whole heartedly at the time, but in the moment, it just felt right, and I was sick of depriving myself of what I wanted. I knew I would regret not letting it happen, and honestly, I am also sick of regrets. For once, I just threw all the rules out the window and did what I wanted to do in the moment and honestly, it felt good. Amazing even.

If only Cullen could always be the person he was last night when he came to find me in the ladies’ room, but it’s not that simple because Cullen is like two different people – there’s the cold, snappy side of him which I don’t care for at all, and then there’s the sweet side of him, the side that leaves me feeling warm inside and like I could be with him. If it wasn’t for the night we spent together before, I would have said the cold side was just his work persona, but he was rude to me that night too.

Was he though? The little voice inside of my head pops up at the worst times and questions my judgement. But does it have a point? I mean he did imply I slept around, but maybe it really had been a joke. Not a good one, certainly, but there might not have been any malice in it.

I don’t even know anymore, but I tell myself that it doesn’t matter either way because I’ve just done what Harriet told me to do – I have fucked Cullen and gotten him out of my system. Except that there’s one problem with that and that is that he’s still very much in there. At least he won’t suspect as much. I am quite proud of the way I handled the moments after we had sex. I definitely got the upper hand and refused to let Cullen give me any more apologies or say it couldn’t happen again or give me any of the platitudes I’m sure he had lined up for me. I thought my way was straight to the point and worked nicely to be honest.

So far today, I have encountered Cullen twice. The first time he barely grunted a greeting at me and the second time, he was equally as charming, snapping out an instruction like I was a dog he was in the middle of training, and it had pissed on his carpet, and walking away before I even had a chance to respond to him. It’s good to know he’s being mature about this.

It’s almost eight o’clock now and I have finished my work for the day. I have a few things I need Cullen’s signature on before they can go out. I could drop them in to him in the morning, but I decide instead to drop them in now, and hopefully he will deal with them first thing and then I can get on with them.

I gather the papers up and head for Cullen’s office. He will have left for the day by now, so I don’t bother to knock on the door and when I open it and see him sitting behind his desk, I jump slightly. I open my mouth to apologize, but he gets in first.

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