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I pass the reception area in the lobby and wait for the elevator. When I was here last Saturday afternoon, this place was alive and sparkling with a cheerful exuberance. Tonight it
’
s calm and eerily still. The help at the desk looks tired and drained as though she
’
s being over-worked, but that doesn
’
t stop her from smirking at me like I
’
m a nice piece of juicy steak.

The elevator finally opens, and I hop in. I knock on Max
’
s door quietly. I
’
m hoping maybe she
’
ll have on some sexy underwear or possibly nothing at all. When she opens the door, she
’
s still in her heels and work clothes.

She gives me a seductive smile and a kiss.
“
Hey,
”
she says.

“
Hi, baby.
”
I walk over to the table set up with food. I didn
’
t realize how hungry I am until taking a whiff. My brow lifts.
“
Italian?
”

“
Yeah, I felt bad because I forgot we were supposed to do dinner at your place tonight. Work was a little crazy today. I
’
m beat.
”

She does look exhausted, and it wasn
’
t just her who forgot about our plans that
I
had made for us last night. I just got overly excited that she was calling the shots. And the fact that she was thinking about me instead of that douche Jonathan made me forget everything else. I figure it
’
s my turn to leave in the frigid cold at three in the morning instead of her, anyways. Technically, I could stay until she headed into the office tomorrow morning, run home to take a shower, and still be to work on time, but something tells me I shouldn
’
t push it.

“
I honestly forgot, too. This smells great. I
’
m starving!
”
I tell her as my stomach rumbles.

I pull out her chair for her to sit. I walk over to the coffee machine on the TV stand and unwrap the clear plastic cups.

“
Oh, I wasn
’
t sure what you like to drink, so I grabbed a variety at the gas station. I would have grabbed some wine, but I
’
m still learning the area, and I would have gotten lost,
”
she explains.

I lean down to kiss her on the side of the forehead.
“
This is fine. I
’
m not in the drinking mood anyways.
”

I take a seat across from her. Tired or not, she still looks beautiful. We both dig into our containers and begin grubbing. I watch her take her first bite of pasta, waiting for the aftermath that
’
s about to go down.

She closes her eyes and chews.
“
Mmm, oh my
God
. This hits the spot!
”

“
Hey, I thought that was my job,
”
I joke. We both laugh.

“
No, you
’
re dessert. I
’
m saving the best for last.
”

My pants shift. She has just awakened the beast.
“
Damn! And I forgot the caramel syrup!
”

She lifts an eyebrow in question.
“
Caramel, huh? That
’
s a new one.
”

“
That
’
s just the beginning.
”
The sexual tension turns up a notch in here.

Her phone begins to ring. She looks at the caller ID, then hits the silence button. I really don
’
t think too much about it. It
’
s not really my business yet to know who is or isn
’
t calling her. But then her phone rings again and without looking, she hits the silence button again. This time, a tiny red flag goes up.

“
I don
’
t mind if you answer,
”
I say.
“
It won
’
t bother me.
”

Then her phone vibrates. My guess would be it
’
s a text message. She seems mildly annoyed but a little flustered as well.
“
No, it
’
s fine. It
’
s not important. They can wait until tomorrow.
”
My gut is telling me to believe otherwise. But I
’
m still not jumping to any conclusions. I know we have a lot of getting to know one another to do.

“
So tell me
—
what
’
s up with you and Jon?
”

She looks at me, seeming confused.
“
What do you mean? If you
’
re talking about this morning, we were just going over some things we needed to discuss in the conference. He picked me up some coffee. That
’
s about it.
”
She studies me for a short minute.
“
Are you jealous, Kyle?
”

Oh no, she is not suckering me into this one. I shouldn
’
t have even asked; it just popped out.
“
Me?
Pssh!
I
’
m definitely not jealous over that douche.
”
Shit! That just came flying out of my mouth.

She looks entertained this time.
“
Douche? That
’
s an interesting choice of words. Why is he a douche?
”

“
I
’
m a man. I know he has a thing for you, and he still isn
’
t fully divorced. You would think he would want to tie the loose ends up before jumping on to the next,
”
I say.

She thinks for a moment, letting the information sink in.
“
Yes, you
’
re probably right, but sometimes divorce can take years to settle. Do you think he should wait years before looking for another relationship?
”

She
’
s got me on this one.
“
No, I don
’
t think he should wait years, but I do think waiting more than three months is appropriate.
”

“
Okay, I
’
ll give you that one,
”
she confesses.

I walk over to the bed and push off my boots. I pat the comforter beside me for her to come sit. When she follows my direction I scooch her up against the headboard, find the remote to turn on the TV, and remove her heels.

“
How do you manage to keep these on all day and night?
”

I sit beside her and yank her legs over my lap.
“
Believe it or not, these are the comfortable ones.
”
I flip the channel, landing on
The Goonies
.
“
Don
’
t change that channel. I absolutely
love
this movie!
”

I laugh.
“
Okay, channel stays on.
”
I begin to rub her feet. Within seconds, her sexified Goddess moans begin to escape her lips. I can
’
t help but smile with pride.

“
That feels
so
freaking good. You are a
very
good man,
”
she declares.

“
That sounds very good. Please continue. Moan away,
”
I order.

She kisses her fingers, and then puts them to my lips with a drunken smile.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Max

I stretch my body like a cat does: butt sticking out and arms outstretched. I crack my eyes open, still groggy, but the lights blind me. I hear the TV on and almost forget where I am. I never sleep with the TV on. I look back to Kyle and realize we must have fallen asleep.

As I stir awake, so does Kyle. His arm is wrapped around my body, so when I begin to squirm, he holds me tighter. I nudge him and he smiles.

“
Nice try. I know you
’
re awake, mister.
”

He groans.
“
What time is it?
”

I look over to the alarm clock on the nightstand.
“
Quarter past midnight.
”

“
I
’
ll be right back,
”
I get up and drag my butt to the bathroom. I drank way too much water, and it needs to be released. While I
’
m washing my hands, I look to my toothbrush and figure it would probably be a good idea if I brushed my teeth after eating and then sleeping. Bad breath is not something you want to be known for in the beginning stages of whatever this is.

I turn off the light. When I turn the corner to the bedroom, I stop dead in my tracks. Boy, he does not lack any self-confidence whatsoever. Kyle is lying on the bed
—
naked. He has one hand behind his head, feet crossed, all while he is stroking his massive, hard self. My mouth waters. Now
this
is definitely dessert.

The grin on his face reveals satisfaction. I undress myself slowly and dramatically while he watches. His eyes caress my every curve. I remove everything but my bra and panties and then crawl up the bed, placing my body between his legs. His face is now serious and filled with thirst. That look makes me feel beautiful and desired. He watches my every move, and I
’
m loving every minute of it.

I replace his hand with mine. He gathers up my hair so he has full access to my face. I make eye contact while slowly taking him deep into my mouth. He sucks in his breath hard while his eyes roll back and then releases it with a moan. His fingers tangle through my hair as he guides me gently. I give him all I have until he begins to reach his limit. I feel his body lock up, and his legs shake as he groans my name. I help him release everything he has built up until his body is drained of every ounce of energy.

He lies on the bed, totally spent.
“
Is that all you got?
”
I tease while his chest is heaving in sporadic movements.
“
You
’
re the youngin
’
here. I
’
ve got nine years on you.
”

An evil smirk now spreads across his face.
“
Is that all
I
got? Oh, I haven
’
t even begun.
”
He jumps up, and in one swift movement, he has me lying on my stomach with my hands behind my back.

He removes my panties, spreads my legs apart, and in one rapid thrust he is inside of me. I can
’
t help but let out a wail.
“
How
’
s that for you?
”
he asks, scruffy and rugged, as he
’
s pumping deep into me.

Damn, he feels so good.
“
Oh
fuck
! Don
’
t stop!
Please
, don
’
t stop,
”
I screech. Yup, the surrounding rooms are definitely listening to me. I have no qualms whatsoever.

He continues hard and strong, still holding my hands behind my back. It
’
s exhilarating, trusting him with all the control and just letting myself go. I perch myself up for him so he can go deeper; he instantly moans.
“
Yeah, baby. Just like that
—”
he says, leaning back to watch his every movement.

A rush of heat begins deep in my stomach, brewing and building, until it floods my body in waves. Every muscle in my body clenches and releases as I let go, completely allowing myself to go for the ride. Everything holding me together comes unglued, and Kyle follows right after.

We lie together in a sweaty mess, breathless. He rolls off of me and gathers me in his arms. No words are spoken, we just lie together, sedated and exhausted
—
and one hundred percent satisfied.