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When I finally came up for air, I smiled down at her, my face slick with her juices.

“Fuck, Max, it feels so good. I can’t stop,” Gemma panted as her fingers found her clit, and she began rubbing in small, fast circles.

“Yes, baby, get it. Snatch that orgasm.” I watched her get herself off a couple more times while I played with her breasts and rubbed my hard, precum-leaking dick against the inside of her thigh.

When she finished, a crazed look took over her pretty blue eyes. “Fuck me. Now.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Gemma

Consequences be damned.This was the hottest fucking sex I’d ever had in my life.

When Max put the head of his dick at the entrance of my pussy and pushed inside, I melted into his desk. I hitched my legs up around his waist and held on for dear life as he brought me to pound town and then some.

The man could fuck.

He flipped me around and into every position like a human pretzel. After missionary on the desk, I rode on top of him while he sat in his chair. He bent me over the desk and fucked me from behind. He lifted me onto his waist and fucked me against the wall in a standing position. He put me back on the desk, lifted my legs onto his shoulders, and fucked me hard and deep.

I’d never had so many orgasms in such a short period.

And when we’d finished, out of breath, sweaty, and in post-orgasmic bliss, reality came crashing down.Hard.

At least for me anyway.

I scrambled to my feet and gathered my clothes, quickly throwing on the pieces while trying to think of a reason to tell my mom why I got home so late. I texted her earlier and let her know the night was going longer than expected and not to wait up, but knowing her, she was still on the couch.

“What’s the rush?” Max asked as he watched me.

“I shouldn’t have stayed out this late. But thank you. I had a good time.”

“I’d say.” His cocky grin morphed into a half smile.

“You did, too. See you next music night?” I patted down my wild hair and threw my guitar strap over my shoulder.

“I’ll be here.” Max got to his feet, and I tried hard to ignore his gorgeous naked form, his long, magical cock hanging between his legs. The urge to drop to my knees and take him in my mouth was strong, but I ignored it.

I need to get home.

With one last long lingering look, I disappeared out the door and ignored the urge to turn around and go back to the man who just totally shook up my whole world.Fuck!

Sleep didn’t come easy that night, and I ended up getting myself off a couple more times thinking about Max. The man infiltrated my every thought, and it drove me nuts.

“Late night, huh? I take it the gig went well,” my mother, Francine, said the following morning over our usual coffee and breakfast.

“Mama, did you play music?” Harmony asked between bites of her cereal with a big smile. She was my biggest fan, and I loved her to pieces for it.

“I did, lovebug! I can’t wait to show you one day.”

“Really? Today?”

“No, silly. I meant when you’re a little older.”

“Aw, Mama.” Harmony pouted, and I tried to hide my giggle at her adorableness.

“You’ll be a big girl one day, and then you can watch Mama play all the time,” Mom said to Harmony and patted her hand.

I loved watching the two of them together. It made my heart melt.

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