Page 32 of A Little Harmless Sex

She worked his cock over, swiping at the tip every time she moved up it. He gripped the arms of the chair trying to keep from losing complete control. And it worked—for a while. Her hair tickled his stomach with each movement. Soon, his blood was draining, his body tightening, his balls drawing up.

It was then that she swirled her tongue around the crown of his cock and cupped his balls with her other hand. With a gentle squeeze and one more thrust into her mouth, he lost what little semblance of control he had left. With each swipe of her tongue, he inched closer, grew harder.

She added her hand, stroking him each time she moved up his dick. It was that, along with the hum she added that had him coming. In a single blinding instant, he ground his teeth together, biting back the scream threatening to escape and alert everyone to the happenings in his office. It was the last rational act he had before he surged into her mouth one more time. He came, her name a whispered groan from his lips as she continued to suck and caress him.

Mere seconds later, he relaxed back into the chair as Anna slipped up onto his lap and dropped her head on his shoulder. Later, sometime much later, he would worry about decorum in the office. At that moment, he just felt too damn good.

twelve

Three hours later,Max was still trying to figure out what had happened to his self-control. He was sitting in the same position as he had been when Anna had walked in his office with seduction on her mind. Although, he was definitely less tense, he thought with a chuckle.

He turned around and looked out his window, wondering what had prompted the visit. The thought had been nagging him since she did, but he hadn’t had much of a chance to get his brain to function after she’d locked the door and used her sweet mouth on him. But now, the worry was starting to set in.

Anna did things like that all the time, but there was something else, something driving her. It was as if…

Well, damn, of course, Saturday night. It had to be that. What scared her about it, he wasn’t sure, but it was the only thing he thought might have gotten her to panic. A thread of disappointment wound through him. He was so sure after Saturday night she’d started to accept what was going on between them as something more than just a little fling. All day Sunday, she’d not once made him think she was having second thoughts about their lovemaking that night. But now she was trying to change tactics, pull back. Before he could work through that, his cell phone rang. When he saw Chris Dupree’s name, he smiled.

“What the hell do you want?” Max asked with humor.

“Well, since I am staring at your office building, thinking about coming to see you, I thought I should call.”

“You’re here in Georgia?” He laughed when he realized what he’d asked. “I guess you are if you are sitting outside.”

“Had sort of a family emergency that involved Jocelyn—you know my sis moved to Atlanta, right?—so I decided to run on down.” Chris sounded worn-out and if he was here in Georgia for his sister, it must have been big since Chris lived in Hawaii. “I thought I should meet up with you, being the best man and all.”

Damn, he’d forgotten to call Chris and tell him the wedding was off. Max had been so wrapped up in Anna the last couple of weeks, it’d slipped his mind.

“What the hell are you doing out there still? Get in here.”

Chris laughed and shut off the phone without responding. The two of them were probably as different as two people could be on every level except the business one. Something had clicked when they met in college and the two of them had been the best of friends since.

Max stood and walked to the door. By the time he opened the door, he heard Jeanine’s giggle. Chris had one hip resting on the desk, flirting outrageously with his secretary. Jeanine giggled again, sounding more like a teenager than a sixty-something-year-old grandmother.

“I should have known not to leave you alone with her for any amount of time.”

Chris shot him a smile, but not before offering Jeanine a wink. “My father always said to treat the secretary like she’s royalty.”

Jeanine snorted. “I think you need to give my current boss some lessons on that.”

“Keep it up, Jeanine, and when Mama gets back, I’ll tell her you want to help with the Azalea Festival next year.”

“You do and all your files will disappear.” With that announcement, she turned back to her computer.

Chris laughed, but even Max could tell there was something missing in it. An uneasy tension had replaced his usual laid-back posture.

“Come on, let’s go in here so Jeanine has a harder time eavesdropping.”

After settling in behind his desk, Max studied Chris. They were the same age, and both of them had a head for business, an almost sick fascination with it. But that is where the similarities ended. Chris grew up in New Orleans and it definitely affected the way he looked at life. Creole in looks and in temperament, Chris had made an unlikely friend for Max, but then, you couldn’t always pick the people you clicked with. Especially considering Chris’ choice in lifestyles.

“So, I hear you aren’t really getting married?”

Max laughed at the blunt comment. “Yeah, I sort of forgot to get hold of you, but since it was about a year off, it just didn’t cross my mind.” He shoved a hand through his hair. “Sorry about that.”

“Hmm.” Chris studied him for a moment, then his lips curved. “Son of a bitch. You met a woman.”

Damn, there wasn’t much he could get by Chris. “Yeah. Well, not met. Known, and now know better.”

Chris settled back in his chair as if getting ready for a good show. “So, let me guess. Let me see, someone you know. Have I met her before?”

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