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“Really?” I wanted to tell him off, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off of his hardening cock. Max was horny, and he wasn’t even bothering to try and hide it. “I thought you just said you didn’t want to make love again until tonight,” I asked as I glanced down at his cock.

“Well, I don’t mind us getting a quick one in as we get clean.” He grabbed my hands and pulled me toward him. “Unless you think you’ll hold it against me.”

“Hold what against you?”

“A ten-minute quickie.” His hands slid to my ass as his lips moved to my neck. I said nothing as he kissed down my collarbone toward my breasts. When his fingers slid between my legs, I couldn’t stop myself from closing my thighs in on his hand. My body loved the way he touched me.

“I mean, if you think you’ll miss—” I moaned as he slipped a finger inside of me and my legs buckled.

“Come on,” he said, cutting off my sarcastic comment as he picked me up and carried me into the bathroom. He held me against him as he leaned over and turned on the shower faucet. The water tumbled into the bathtub as he let me down gingerly before turning me around so that I was facing away from him.

“Huh?” I asked as he bent me forward, and my ass was perked up into the air. I gasped as his fingers rubbed my clit urgently. He wasn’t joking when he wanted this to be quick. I was almost ready to come already.

The feel of his cock between my legs made me tremble, and he grunted in satisfaction as he held me steady. I felt the tip of his cock gliding back and forth between my pussy lips, and when he slid into me, I cried out and held onto the side of the tub. “Oh fuck.” I moaned as he grabbed my hips and thrust into me from behind. My entire body was shaking, and I couldn’t believe how great it felt having him inside of me. I couldn’t even remember my anger in that moment.

“Fuck, your pussy was made for me.” He reached under my torso and played with my breasts as he continued to slam into me. “I’m so deep.” He groaned as he slammed into me again, thrusting like he couldn’t get enough of me. He pulled out of me suddenly and twisted me around so that I was sitting on the tub. He dropped to his knees, spread my legs, and then pressed his face against my wetness. My head fell back as his tongue flicked against my clit and then entered me. I grabbed his shoulders and moaned as he devoured me.

I came almost immediately, my body shuddering like a powerful lawn mower, as I felt the faint drops of water on my head and back. I was breathing heavily as he jumped up and grabbed my hand to step into the bath. We were both under the water now, and I watched as he grabbed his cock to finish what he’d started. I pushed his hand away and replaced it with mine, running my fingers up and down as I jerked him to completion.

He grunted and closed his eyes, and I decided to drop to my knees and finish him off in my mouth. He growled as I took him deep into my mouth, and I felt his hands in my hair tugging as I bobbed up and down. I knew when he stilled that he was about to blow his load, and I braced myself to swallow all of him. His body shuddered as he came, and I swallowed every drop of him before kissing back up his body.

The warm water covered us both as he pulled me to him and kissed me hard. His hands were on my ass, and his now-flaccid penis was pressed up against my stomach.

“That was fucking hot.” He growled against my lips as his fingers played with my breasts. “You are fucking hot, Polly Campbell.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, Max Whitlock.” I ran my fingers through his hair, and then I leaned over and filled my palms with shampoo so I could wash it for him. He looked at me in surprise but didn’t say anything as I rubbed his scalp. I then grabbed the body wash and poured it over his body and started to clean him. He growled in appreciation before grabbing the body wash and cleaning me as well, paying special attention to my breasts and pussy. I could feel myself getting horny again, but I didn’t act on it.

I felt his hands on my shoulders, giving me a light massage, and all of a sudden, I felt relaxed. So relaxed that I’d almost forgotten the phone call I’d overheard that morning.

“You don’t really want to work at the firm, do you, Polly?” he asked, whispering in my ear as his fingers trailed down my back. I froze at his words.

“Yes, I do.”

“But wouldn’t you rather…”

“I want to work at the firm,” I said stiffly, and he sighed and muttered something under his breath that sounded very much like “stubborn as a mule.”

“If you say so.” He sighed. “But maybe it’s not…” His voice trailed off as I pulled away from him and stepped out of the shower. I was pissed as hell. Was he really trying to fire me, five minutes after coming in my mouth? Was he really that cold? “I’m not trying to make you upset, Polly.” He looked frustrated as I wrapped my body in one of the towels.

“I’m going to go and get dressed and get the coffee now,” I said, walking into the bedroom. I was an idiot. I was letting my attraction to this man convince me into making bad decisions. I needed to separate the job from the personal, but I knew I would find that hard. My body craved Max. I was attracted to him in ways that I’d never known existed before, but I wasn’t going to allow him to take me for a fool.

I quickly dried my body and threw on some clothes and headed out of the room. As I made my way to the elevator, I realized that I was sore between the legs. I couldn’t believe the irony of the situation. There I’d been a week ago, lying about banging my big-cock boyfriend and being sore, and here I was, not even a week later, actually sore from sex with a very well-endowed man. And I knew I couldn’t complain about it to Max. He’d only gloat that his cock had been big and thick enough to do so much damage.

I grabbed my phone as soon as the elevator sounded and texted my sisters. I needed to tell them everything. And I needed their advice. I was in deep shit, and I didn’t know what to do. What I did know was that: 1. Max was hot as hell. 2. He was a sex god in bed. 3. He wanted to fire me. 4. He wouldn’t miss me if I no longer worked in the firm. That hurt me the most. I kinda liked seeing him every day, and I hated that he didn’t feel the same way. I knew that he didn’t owe me anything. And I also knew that men didn’t fall like women did, but I had a bad feeling that I had already fallen for him. And that meant that sleeping with him had put me in a very unenviable position.

Chapter26

“Hey, you two,” I spoke into the phone as I walked down the quite empty San Francisco street. I’d been scared that I’d be faced with a bunch of homeless drug addicts, but so far, all I’d seen was one older Asian lady who looked like she’d been speed walking and a tech bro walking a very small black dog with a green-and-pink polka-dot bowtie.

“What was the mayday emergency text for?” Harriet yawned into the phone, and I wondered if I’d interrupted her and Finn doing something naughty. “Is everything okay?”

“No, it’s not okay. My life is over.”

“Again?” Chelsea giggled, and I sent her hate vibes down the phone. Sometimes Chelsea did not know when to shut up.

“Not nice.” I groaned. “I have to tell you both—”

“Oh, before I forget,” Chelsea cut me off. “Is that dishy Travis single?”

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