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“I see,” he said, his eyes on my lips. “But that was another lie, wasn’t it?”

“I wouldn’t say it was a lie.” I shook my head and took a step back as he chuckled. “I just…I just didn’t want you to think you were God’s gift to women or anything.”

“Uh huh.” He took another step toward me. “You really aren’t attracted to me at all, are you?” he said as he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into him.

“Nope,” I mumbled. “Not at all.”

“That’s a pity,” he said as he lowered his lips and pressed them against mine. “A real pity.” He growled as he kissed me hard. I wrapped my hands around his neck and kissed him back. My body was trembling as his tongue slipped between my lips, and his hand moved around my waist and brought me against him. His hands moved down my back to my ass, and I moaned as he sucked on my lower lip. He pulled back slightly as he squeezed my ass. “Such a pity.” He licked his lips. “The things I could do to you.”

“Not interested in finding out,” I said softly as his fingers moved my skirt up. “At all.”

“Uh huh,” he said, his fingers now moving up my inner thigh. “Neither am I.”

“I can tell,” I said, my hand moving down his chest and toward his crotch. I felt his body stilling as I grazed the front of his pants. He was already hard. I squeezed his cock lightly and tried not to moan. “You’re totally not interested at all.”

“Not at all.” He grunted as his hand pressed against mine. “I’m totally not hard.”

“No, you’re not,” I whispered as he pressed his lips against mine again. This time he was a lot more passionate, and I moaned as I felt him yanking my skirt all the way up. His fingers slipped between my legs, and I felt them on my panties, rubbing roughly.

“And you’re totally not wet.” He growled against my lips as his fingers slipped inside of my panties. I felt my legs buckling as his fingers rubbed my clit. He held me tighter to him, and my body melted against him as he teased me. My body was on fire, and I didn’t even blink as he yanked my panties down and then picked me up. My breathing was rapid as he placed me on his desk and ripped my panties off completely. He groaned as he stared at me, and I licked my lips. “I’m totally not going to fuck you right now,” he said as he unzipped himself and pulled out his hard cock. I stared at his hardness and swallowed hard. His cock was gorgeous. He stepped toward me and grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge of the desk. I felt the tip of his cock rubbing against my clit, and I moaned as he pulled my top up and slipped one of my breasts out of my bra. “I’ll show you what it is to be fucked so hard you can’t walk.” He growled as his fingers reached down and rubbed my clit. I closed my eyes as I grew wetter, hardly believing what was happening. “I told you the first time I saw you that I knew you wanted me, and I guess I was right.” He grunted as he positioned his cock at my wet opening.

“What?” My eyes flew open at his words.

“I said, I knew you wanted me.” He smirked as he pushed the head of his cock inside of me. “I could see it in your eyes.”

“Fuck.” I groaned as he held onto my hips. He was about to thrust all the way inside of me and there was nothing I wanted more in the world, but I was pissed off. Max Whitlock was still a jerk. He was still full of himself. And he still thought he had me where he wanted me.

“Stop.” I pushed my hands against his chest. My body was screaming at me. I wanted to feel him all the way inside of me. I wanted to fuck him.

“What?” His eyes widened as his fingers played with my nipple. I bit down on my lower lip.

“My sister is waiting for me downstairs,” I said as I pushed his hand away and pulled my bra up and top down. “I have to go.”

“Seriously?” He grunted as the tip of his cock shifted to the side. I nodded and slid down off of the desk before smiling at him sweetly.

“Seriously.” I pulled my skirt down and quickly picked up my panties. “I guess what you thought you knew wasn’t correct,” I said, licking my lips. “I didn’t want you then, and I don’t want you now.”

“Seriously?” He shook his head, holding his still hard cock in his hands. “You’re going to deny it?” He stared at my trembling lips. “You know you want me, Polly. We both know that.”

“Just because you want me doesn’t mean that I want you,” I said, and then because I knew that sounded stupid, I continued. “Maybe I do find you attractive and maybe we did get a little carried away, but you are my boss, and I don’t sleep my way to the top.” I wasn’t expecting Max to start laughing then, and it made me frown. “What’s so funny?”

“I don’t want to be rude, Polly. But I don’t think sleeping with me would help you get to the top.” He smirked. “It would take a lot more than that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I said, feeling annoyed and horny as hell.

“I just mean that if you slept with me, the only thing that is guaranteed is an orgasm.” He stepped forward and came toward me. His fingers slipped between my legs again, and I gasped as he slipped two fingers inside of me as his thumb rubbed my clit. He lowered his mouth to my ear and whispered, “I’m a man, Polly, and I don’t play games. Next time you decide to mess around with me, we’re done.” His fingers continued moving in and out of me, and I felt myself coming hard and fast. I reached over and grabbed his shoulders as my body buckled next to him. I could hear myself crying out in pleasure, and then I gasped as he slipped his fingers out of me and licked each and every one of them.

“Now, go home and get some sleep.” He grinned. “I’ll see you tomorrow. And maybe, I’ll let you come again when we get to California.”

Chapter21

“What were you two thinking?” Harriet walked into the living room with two mugs of hot cocoa and marshmallows for Chelsea and me. “I had no idea what you were talking about when you called.”

“It’s not my fault that Polly got herself into a situation.” Chelsea shook her head as she sipped on the hot drink. “I don’t suppose you have any cookies, do you?”

“I do,” Harriet said as she headed back to the kitchen. “Finn got me some Scottish shortbread cookies a couple of days ago.”

“Yummy.” I beamed at her. “Yes, please.”

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