Page 48 of Waiting for Sunshine

“What are you doing?” she asks in an aggravated pout.

“You’re not coming unless it’s on my face,” I growl, raising a brow at her. “Do you know how much it’s killed me, not being able to taste you for the past week?” I ask, running my hand along her golden locks. She shakes her head, but no audible response leaves her lips.

“It’s been fucking torture,” I tell her, grabbing a handful of her hair.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, trying to look away. I place my hand on her neck, bringing her gaze back to me, brushing my thumb across her cheekbone.

“Don’t be sorry, Sunshine. You’re here now, and you’re not leaving this office until I’ve tasted every part of you.” She bites her lip, driving me fucking mad.

“Now get on your back, and come on my face.” Her cheeks grow red again and I love that she reacts to me this way, that heat rises to her face from just the thought of my head between her legs. She rolls her lips, staring up at me doe eyed.

“Tell me how much you want it, Sunshine. Tell me how badly you want me to taste you.” I command.

“Please taste me, Max. It’s all I’ve thought about all week. Please.” I smirk at her and brush her bottom lip with my thumb.

“Good girl.”

My hands move underneath her skirt and my fingers slide under the band of her panties. She lifts her ass and I yank them down in one swift motion. I kiss her once more before dropping to my knees for her. She spreads her legs for me without hesitation, and I about come apart right then and there. I sit there, admiring the incredible creature in front of me. So wet and ready for me to taste her.

I kiss along her thighs, making my way up to her sweet little pussy. I swipe my tongue across my bottom lip before I indulge. My tongue runs along her entrance and I hear her suck in a breath. I move slowly at first, savoring every drop of her, but when she runs her fingers through my hair, all caution is thrown to the wind.

I grab her thighs, pulling her closer to me. Working my tongue around her puffy lips and up to her clit, before dipping my tongue inside her, making her moan once again.

I keep working her with my tongue as my hands slide up her body. Pushing past her shirt I feel the warmth of her smooth, toned abdomen. I inch my hands up further, cupping her firm breasts in my hands. I feel a low growl in my throat as my fingers make contact with her perky nipples, her lace bra doing nothing to hide their peakedness. I move my tongue along her most sensitive area, pinching her nipples as she whispers my name.

“Max.” God I love hearing my name on her lips, so needy for me.

Knowing exactly what she wants, I slide my hand back down her body, slipping two fingers inside her once again. Working them in and out as my tongue moves in circles on her clit. She grips my hair in her tiny hands, grinding her hips in sync with my movements.

“That’s it, come for me, baby.” I keep my rhythm steady, making her body quiver with pleasure. Her back arches as she goes over the edge, saying my name even louder this time.

“Max!” it comes out as a plea. I wait for her to ride out every last bit of her orgasm and her hand releases its grip on my hair before I remove my fingers and stand to my feet. I lick every last drop of her pleasure from my fingers once more as she watches me, her tongue swiping out to wet her bottom lip as I do.

“You’re gonna drive me fucking mad, you know that?” I lean in and kiss her slowly before reaching over and grabbing her underwear from my desk.

“I should send your ass home for coming to work in that skirt, wearing this sad excuse for underwear.” I raise a brow at her, holding her black thong up on my finger.

“Who said I’ll be wearing them?” she crosses her arms over her chest.

“There’s no chance in hell you won’t be,” I say firmly. She rears back at my statement.

“I’m not taking a chance of someone else getting a glimpse at what’s mine. And I don’t feel like taking someone out in my own bar if they do. Now, put them back on, before I do it for you.” I command. She takes her underwear, sliding them ever so teasingly back onto her body. She holds her hands out in ata-damotion. I grip her chin bringing her lips right up to mine.

“Good girl.” I kiss her gently and send her out to work. When what I really want to do is see how many different ways we can fuck up this office.

CHAPTER23

SHANE

Returningto work after my boss just gave me the best orgasm of my life is not an ideal situation. I go red in the face every time I think about it. Heather asked me once if I was having an allergic reaction to something then busted out laughing at how wide my eyes got. I have gotten pretty close to everyone on staff at the bar and I truly look forward to coming to work. I am so glad to be back in Nashville with my friends, old and new, and Max of course.

I thought of nothing but him while I was in San Francisco this past week, and there’s a possibility my bubble bath was a little more relaxing than I had originally planned for it to be. After sending him my bathtub selfie I couldn’t get him out of my head. I was hot and bothered thinking about him and since he was back in Nashville, well... You get the point.

Since I opened today, that means Ruby is closing with Max. I am honestly sad to go when my shift ends because this job is super fun. Especially when I get to stare at Max all night. But I am also super excited because tonight is girls' night. We’ve made it a regular event ever since I got back and it has become one of the highlights of my weeks.

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If you’ve ever watched theHarry Potterseries, then you might be familiar with a mandrake, and the sound they make. Imagine that sound coming from three grown-ass females when I told them about my recent trip to Max’s office.

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