Page 99 of Don't Quit the Day Job

"Fine," I say. "But before we do…"

"Yes?" I say as he lifts me up.

"I need to fucking finish what we just started or I'm not even going to be able to think straight."

He bangs my back against the wall and I hold on to his shoulders as he thrusts up inside of me.

"Oh yeah, this is where I belong. Deep inside of you."

"Don't stop," I whisper as he starts to fuck me hard and fast.

"Oh, I won't," he whispers back.

And as we bang against that door, I know that this is the second best fuck of my life.

"You really don't have to take me home, Max," I say. "I'm fine."

I stare at him with big beguiling eyes, trying to read his mind, because I certainly want to know what he's thinking after everything that's just happened.

"I want to make sure that you get home okay. Plus, I'm still mad at you."

"What do you mean you're mad at me? Why are you mad at me?"

"For putting yourself in a situation like that." He shakes his head.

"A situation like what? You weren't complaining when you were banging me up against the wall."

He shakes his head slightly. "It's not about that. It's about the fact that you were in a room full of guys, wearing a coconut bra and a thong, shaking your ass on a table."

"Nothing was going to happen. Skye?—"

"Well, I'm going to speak to Skye." He frowns. "Actually, I'm going to speak to Kingston, who's going to speak to Skye, because that's just not a good look for the firm."

"What do you mean it's not a good look for the firm?" I glare at him. "It's got nothing to do with the firm."

"She represents the firm, and?—"

"She doesn't represent the firm. She's barely worked there for a couple of weeks, just like me. And she makes good money from this. And I will absolutely hate you if you speak to Kingston and she gets in trouble when he's already not nice to her."

He stares at me for a couple of seconds. "What are you talking about he's not nice to her?"

"I don't know the full story, but he's kind of mean to her and I think she wants to…" I pause.

I can hardly tell him that she wants to quit. He does still own the firm.

"What were you going to say, Lila?"

"Nothing. Can we talk about something else?"

He pauses for a couple of seconds and strokes my hand. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you."

"I mean, you could always fuck me again," I say, grinning at him, and he chuckles slightly.

"You are going to get me into trouble."

"Only if you don't get me into trouble first," I say. The cab stops and we hop out. "Oh, so you're coming up?"

"Yes," he says, nodding.

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