Page 40 of Tempting Max

Liam shakes his head. “I couldn’t have predicted we could take off like this. It’s exciting but I think we’re going to have to consider hiring more staff if this continues.” He grins. “We could even be looking at a second and third location before long.”

His grin is catching. As hard as it was for us to break away from Sutton Brewing, finding out that we have what it takes to be successful without it, is pretty fucking amazing. “We make a good team.”

“We do.” He yawns and taps the doorframe. “Well, I’m going to get home. Elliot left with a brunette with ridiculously big tits, so we probably won’t see him until noon.”

“Figures. I’ll be home in an hour or two.”

“Sounds good. Don’t work too late.”

“I won’t.” I promise and watch him walk out the door. It’s not a lie, I’m not going to work at all, I’m going to show Gus just how turned on she made me with her text.

MAX:Still here, baby girl?

Her text comes back so quick, I can’t help but smile.

GUS:Yes, daddy. If your cock is still here, I’m still here. I want to ride it.

My dick hardens instantly.

MAX:It’s still here, beautiful. Everyone gone so I can show you what you do to me?

GUS:Liam just left, waiting for him to pull away so I can come find out if I have been a good girl.

Jesus, this woman.

MAX:Hurry baby girl.

Before I can put the phone down, Gus bursts into the office, cheeks red, hair falling from her bun. I’ve seen every inch of her luscious body, seen her lips part with orgasm, but I swear on all that’s holy that seeing her walk into my office, desperate for my cock, is the best she’s ever looked.

She’s blindingly gorgeous. And that smile? That secret, naughty, playful smile of hers? That turns me into a madman with mush for brains. “Hi daddy.” Her voice is breathy, needy and when she licks her lips, caveman Max takes over.

“Get over here, baby girl,” I growl, rolling my chair back from my desk. “Now.”

The red in her cheeks deepens. She walks toward me, her chest rising and falling with anticipation, her gaze falling to my hard cock.

I take her hand and direct her so she’s standing between me and the desk, right between my legs. I stroke my cock through my jeans. “Do you see what you do to me when you send me naughty texts?”

She nods and licks her lips and I think I would give my entire livelihood away just to read her thoughts. “I’m sorry, daddy.”

“Oh, you will be, baby girl. I’m going to have to punish you before you can sit on my cock.” I scoot back even further, my blood boiling with need, with pure, unadulterated lust. I have always enjoyed playing a bit dominant in the bedroom, but I didn’t know I have a thing for being called daddy. But I swear to God, it’s a straight shot of adrenaline right to my balls every time she says it.

“Take your clothes off, beautiful, I want to see you on my desk, your pussy wet and ready for my cock.”

She whimpers a little and her fingers twitch as if she wants to reach out to me.

“No. Not until the punishment is over.”

“But…”

“Strip.” I barely recognize my own voice, it’s deep, raspy, on the brink. “Now.”

Her eyes flash and she strips her shirt off with one move. The sight of her breasts pushed up by purple satin makes my cock dance like she’s a snake charmer. It’s insanely hot.

“Leave that bra on, baby girl, only I get to take that off, do you understand?”

She nods and strips out of everything else but her bra.

It’s torture not touching her supple body, tracing the soft contours of her skin, but I hold myself back just a moment longer. “Now, hop up on that desk and open those legs for me.”

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