Page 8 of Open for Negotiation
Her words slip back into my mind and replay over and over because I feel the same way. She's intoxicating. She’s a mistake I want to make again and again. She’s fucking incredible and I can’t get enough.
“Max, oh fuck, oh fuck.” Her voice is strained and her movements are becoming quicker and more aggressive as the race to orgasm begins. We’ve passed the point of no return.
Just as her body begins to bow and a cry of pleasure seeps from her lips, the door to the stairwell opens, sending a metallic echo to our ears.
They can’t see us though, as we are still tucked into the darkness beneath the stairs.
I clamp my hand over her mouth, stifling the orgasmic sighs from reaching our potential audience. Her eyes flutter in surprise but she doesn’t fight me, doesn’t push back, she just grinds slowly, riding out the pleasure as long as she can until it’s clear we are alone again.
My hand slides from her mouth to cup her chin in my hand. I angle her lips toward me and press a gentle kiss to them.
“Whoa... that... that was too close,” she says before pushing me away just enough to right herself and her dress, smoothing any wrinkles our tryst may have created.
“We were safe. I wouldn’t have put you in that position otherwise.” I straighten my tie and clear my throat. “Pardon me for a moment.” I turn around and adjust my cock that is currently screaming for attention, doing my best to tuck it up into my waistband to relieve some of the ache.
When I turn back toward her, a small smile is on her face.
“Amused?” I ask.
“You could say that.” She licks her lips and leans back against the wall. “Are you all right?”
“I’m trying to regain control of myself.” I press my hands into the wall on either side of her head. “Before we crossed that line, I was able to be professional and make sure I never did anything I shouldn’t with you. I always tried to maintain my role as your boss...”
“And now?”
“And now that I’ve had a taste... I’m having a hard time stopping myself from taking another bite.”
I can see her throat move when she swallows and her breathing picks up exponentially.
I think she’s going to kiss me, touch me, something, but that’s not what she does... at all.
“I should get back to work.” She points up toward where our offices reside.
“Does that mean I can ignore your not very well-thought-out resignation?”
“You can but, Max...”
“Have dinner with me—” I cut her off completely. “Stop overthinking everything and just spend time with me, not within the walls of Fortress.”
She drops her forehead to my chest then looks up at me with confusion and confliction in those beautiful eyes.
“Max...” She slips around me and heads to the stairs then looks back at me. “My answer is no. I’m sorry.”
