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  "Excuse me?" I spin back around and see that he is now stood, palms down leaning over Mal's desk with such a ferocious look on his face. No matter what his mood, he brings out feelings within me that are beyond words.

  "For once in your life do as you're god damn told and sit the fuck down!" He's getting angry now. I see his jaw working overtime as he tries to control his emotions.

  "Fuck you.” I spit back at him. “Who do you think you are, coming in here and throwing your orders around?" What an arrogant tosser, and to think what I could have let happen last night.

  "Sit the fuck down, or so help me Jess. I'll have you bent over this fucking desk in seconds." I don't doubt his threat for a second. Shit, part of me wants to disobey him just to see if he will actually carry it out.

  "You ever heard of manners?" I say. The authority in his tone has me weak at the knees. I can slowly feel myself succumbing to him once again.

  "Please." He says through gritted teeth and it actually looks like it pains him to do so. Good.

  "Not hard is it?" I say as I sit on the chair closest to me from where I stand. I'm opposite him, but with a safe distance between us.

  "Whenever you're around its rock solid sweetheart." He rubs his groin area for added effect.

  I choose to ignore his comment. It’s obvious he wants me to take the bait, but it just isn’t happening. "Can you make it quick Max? I've got some pretty important appointments to keep." I glance briefly at my watch to show that I do in fact have a schedule that I need to keep.

  A sly smirk curves at the edges of his mouth as he says, "With you sweetheart, it could never be quick. I'd make damn sure I took my sweet time with you." He seems pleased as he watches a blush spread across my face.

  How the hell is a girl supposed to concentrate when words like that are coming from that mouth? The sooner I get out of this office the better. I need some air, all I can breathe is Max, as nice as it is; my head is never in the right place when I'm around him.

  "Stop fighting it Jess, I know you want it just as much as me. If Luke hadn't have come back last night, I can guarantee we wouldn't be sat here now having this pointless conversation. Let me tell you what we would be doing. We would most definitely be back at mine, still in bed with me rooted deep inside of you, giving you the best sex you have ever had, begging for me to continue again and again, until you physically couldn’t take anymore."

  He clearly thinks bloody highly of himself, I'll give him that. I sit here at a complete loss for words, my mouth slightly agape. Max Wild has the power to turn me on with just words alone; I can only imagine what else he could do to me given half the chance.

  "What happened, happened Max. Let's just leave it at that. You and I both know nothing good can ever come from this." My words sound confident but inside I want nothing more than to climb over that desk and feel him beneath me, to feel his intoxicating breath raise hairs along my neck with my hands tangled in his hair, exploring every inch of that perfect body. I'm heating up just thinking about it.

  "I can see it in your face. The way your eyes haze over when you become aroused. The heat stains your cheeks and, shit, if I don't get hard when you bite down on those perfect fucking lips."

  Now my head is telling me I need to leave, leave before it's too late and I have no willpower left. No matter how much I will myself to move though, my body stays rooted on the spot. I'm completely transfixed by him, his hold over me is far too strong and that alone sends alarm bells ringing in my head.

  We remain staring at each other for quite some time, how long I'm not sure. Neither of us says anything. We basically just sit here, undressing each other with our eyes, sexual tension crackling in the air whilst replays of last night run rampant in my mind’s eye.

  A knock sounds at the door causing me to jump. I must have been sat for quite some time as I can no longer feel my arse. I used to love sitting in these chairs, but not anymore. Not when his stare is weighing me down.

  "Come in." Max says, never taking his eyes from mine. Amelia enters the office with a coffee trolley at her side.

  "As requested Mr Wild." Jesus, she looks ill. Even a smile from Max doesn't raise any colour in her face. Amelia is probably the most glamorous girl in the office, always rocking up to work as if she has just arrived straight from the catwalk. That girl could even wear a bin bag and look good, but today she looks shockingly pale and withdrawn. Her eyes are puffy from crying, she hasn't got a scrap of makeup on and I don't believe it, she’s even wearing flats. I have never known Amelia to wear flats, even when we have had heavy snow and severe weather warnings she has always been in heels. She nods at me in silent acknowledgment. My care of duty starts to take centre stage and I pull myself up from my chair as Max's voice echoes around the room.

  "That will be all, thank you Amelia." She is gone before I am fully out if my seat.

  "What the fuck was that?" I yell, pointing at the door. "Did you not notice she was upset? Why did you send her away? I need to go and check on her."

  "We're in the middle of a meeting Miss Townsend. I'm quite sure Amelia is aware of that and you can catch up and have you girl talk with her later."

  "Don’t Miss Townsend me, and what meeting?" I ask, slightly pissed off. "I thought you were waiting for Mal?"

  Oh.

  Realisation dawns on me. Of course, now it all makes sense. I wouldn't return his calls and he knew I would be here. Its pure genius, what better way to corner me than with a fake meeting to get me alone? I've got to give credit where credit is due; Max really has tried to make an effort.

  "No meeting has been booked into my calendar, not that I have come across anyway. Does Mal know? I'm sure he'd hate to miss any vital information." I say, my tone laced with sarcasm. I have a gut feeling that I already know the answer to my question before he replies.

  "Mal won't be joining us, no. I'm pretty sure you know him well enough by now to know that nothing makes him more proud than having a close knit team." He picks up the coffee pot and pours us both a cup of steaming hot coffee before he continues. "So, when I told him I would like to work more closely with you on the designs, he was more than thrilled to set up this little get together, as you can imagine. Sugar?"

  The man knows no bounds whatsoever. How is it possible to loathe someone so much but also be enthralled with him at the same time?

  "I could have quite easily emailed you my designs, it would have been simple enough. Is there any need for a meeting, really?" I say playing along, although I’ve already got his cards marked.

  "I think you and I both know that isn't the main reason for this meeting Jess. You won't take my calls, you refuse lunch and you sure as hell make a dash for it as soon as things get heated. We're here to get some pretty important shit straight."

  I continue to look at him. My throat closes up tight when I try to speak, what do I say to that anyway?

  "I'm going to say this once, and once more only sweetheart." He pauses for a brief moment and then hits me with, "I will fuck you and I will fuck you soon. There's no doubt about it. It's only a matter of time."

  Chills run down my spine and my core clenches at his words. "Do I make myself clear?"

  Fucking crystal, but I'm not about to acknowledge it. "Time could be the problem." I stand confidently and look him square in the eye. "You see, I won't be working with you after all." Shock creeps onto his face, but in a matter of seconds his poker face is plastered back on. Finally feeling like I have stood my ground I turn and leave without looking back.

  I make it to my office just as a firm grip takes hold of my wrist. I'm instantly slammed against the wall and pinned in place by a set of strong muscular hips pressing into me. Before I have a chance to move, both of my hands are brought up over my head and held in a vice like grip against the wall, clasped together by one hand. My body is shaking, more from desire than anything else. Max leans in close, our foreheads connecting, and chests rising and falling heavily, both of us trying to catch our breath.

/>   "Stop fucking running." He says as he leans in closer to me. His lips soon find mine and I allow myself a taste of him once again. I know I'm going to torture myself over this later, but for now as the feelings erupt throughout my body I tell myself it will all be worth it. A sudden need fills my body to have him as close to me as possible. Raising my leg to rest on his thigh I begin to move against him to try and ease the dull ache between my thighs.

  "We shouldn't be doing this Max." I gasp as his hand works its way up my thigh, upwards to where I need him to be. I vaguely hear the sound of the lock on my door. At least if anyone needs me they'll have to knock first. My hands tangle in his hair as his lips lick and suck down my neck and along collar bone. I'm on edge already and if he keeps doing what he's doing I'll end up coming undone right here. I grind shamelessly against him as I feel his hard solid erection beneath me. The fact that I am in my office in the middle of the day doesn't even faze me. Whenever I am with Max, everyone and everything else seems to take a backseat. It's as if I can have this wild and dangerous side to me and not be judged. The feel of him pressed against me is exhilarating. His hand reaches the hem of my knickers and he lazily lets his fingers explore, heightening my arousal. Right now I am desperate for his touch. It's emotionally draining and far too exhausting to keep fighting him any longer. Maybe this way I will get him out of my system. Max is clearly a man who knows what he wants and doesn't stop until he gets it.

  "See how much better it is when you listen?"

  "Hmm." I just about make out. I am far too consumed in the sensations that are overtaking my body to acknowledge him. His touch is out of this world. My moans of pleasure fill the room as his fingers work their way beneath the delicate fabric of my knickers, hitting my sweet spot in just the right place.

  "You're so fucking wet" he growls. "You're lucky I'm not slamming myself into you right now. Fuck."

  He slips a finger inside and his thumb circles my clit, adding the perfect amount of pressure against me, and I instantly feel a tidal of euphoria building up inside me. Needing that little bit more, I start to rock my hips back and forth against him to increase the pressure, wanting nothing more than his solid hard length buried deep inside of me.

  "Soon baby, soon." He whispers to my ear.

  I feel a sharp tug and hear the unmistakable sound of ripped fabric as my knickers are pulled free from me and discarded to the floor. If anything, the pure sensuality of it only heightens my arousal that much more. My dress is bunched up around my waist and I watch with heated desire as he falls to his knees right before me. Light tender kisses are planted across my stomach, slowly leading south, while his fingers explore deep inside of me.

  My head rolls back involuntarily as soon as the heat from his warm tongue connected with my sex. Slow, luxurious pressure begins to build as he delicately licks and teases me in all of the right places, leading me into the most heightened pleasure I have ever experienced.

  I try to break free as the intensity gets too much. Shudders start to pulsate through my body and my core tightens as the impending arrival of my release gets that bit closer. Max continues his beautiful assault on me with that wicked tongue of his. He has my hip gripped tight, pinning it against the wall, so that I can't break free. All it takes is a few more deep plunges from those expert fingers to unravel me. My whole body shudders and vibrates with such force as he holds me tight whilst I roll it out. I have no words, none. Just breathlessness and pure contentment. Those beautiful blue eyes never leave mine as he stands back up. He cups my face with both hands and crashes his mouth to mine. I can taste my own arousal on his lips as our mouths reacquaint themselves once again.

  Max Wild is an addiction. One taste and you're hooked. I am confident he will be one addiction that I will struggle to get over.

  "You're so fucking beautiful Jess." His chest is still rising and falling as his breath comes in heavy, loud bursts. His hard hot length still visible in his pants. I'm not about to waste any time, my hands fly to his belt in a desperate need to get a little bit more contact with him.

  "Place your hands above your head." I do as I am told, without question. My body completely submitting to him, excitement filling me at what's still to come. Max holds both of my wrists in one hand and keeps them firmly above my head. I want to touch him. He knows I want to touch him and he is restricting me from this privilege, stripping me of all access. I shift slightly to allow him better access to my entrance and I don't have a moment to think before I feel him slamming deep into me. He fills me completely and it feels exquisite. He's bloody huge. He pauses for a moment, allowing me to adjust to his large size.

  "You good?" He says, looking at me with a deep concern in his eyes. I'm rendered speechless. I move my hips to show that I am okay and I feel him throbbing deep within me. My hand breaks free and I waste no time fisting a handful of his hair as my mouth finds his. Our tongues collide like we have been starved of each other; I kiss him so forcefully as if he is the air I breathe, not wanting this moment to end.

  Just as I feel myself getting close again, Max draws out slowly leaving an empty feeling in its wake.

  "You're so tight, shit I'm going to come so hard." Pleasure spirals again as he slowly sinks back into me, moving his hips in sensual circular motions. I can tell he is close as I feel him thicken inside me and he is throbbing no end. This is pure torture, my ache getting stronger with each thrust he takes. With one hand laced around his neck, I draw him back into me while my other hand takes a firm hold of his perfectly toned rear.

  "Tell me how much you want me Jess, let me know how much you need me. How hard you want me to fuck you." He stills as he waits for my response. I savour the feeling of our sweat riddled bodies colliding together. "Tell. Me. Jess." He says with each forceful plunge he makes deep inside of me, the next feeling better than the last. He's driving me absolutely crazy.

  "The longer you leave it, the longer I will make you wait, constantly drawing you the edge and pulling you back again. Time isn't a problem for me; I could quite happily remain inside of you all day long baby."

  He continues his deep, slow satisfying thrusts until I can take it no more. "Ah shit." I whimper as my body takes over.

  "That feel good sweetheart? Tell me what you need, let me give you what you need."

  I try everything to increase the tempo, to gain more friction between us but it's no use. He continues to slowly ease in and out of me. Resting my head in the crook of his neck I place a light trail of kisses along his jaw line, increasing in pressure as I lead up to the lobe of his ear. I lick and suck the salty taste from his skin and inhale his manly scent so that I can bank it away and come back to it at a later day. Surprising myself and allowing passion and need take over, I bite down lightly on his ear and softly say "I want you to fuck me. Hard."

  A low satisfied moan falls from his lips and he slams back into me full force. I find myself closer and closer to my release with each agonising thrust that he takes. My whole body is on fire from head to toe. Firm strong hands grip me, as he pulls me into him continuing his assault on me. I bite down on his shoulder to stifle my scream of ecstasy, as the most mind blowing orgasm ripples through my body. Max isn't far behind, after he grinds deep within me a few more times, he picks up his pace and buries himself deeper and deeper as he finds his own release.

  My mind is completely blown. He clearly wasn't bullshitting when he said it would be the best sex I ever had. After Max has withdrawn from within me, I struggle to get my balance so he carries me and places me ever so gently on my desk. I wince slightly as my lady parts connect against the solid wood. A look of concern passes across his face.

  "You're sore?"

  "A little swollen, but I wouldn't say sore." I grin. To be honest I would be more than up for round two if he was offering. Clearly I haven't gotten him out of my system just yet, there's still more than enough time though.

  It suddenly dawns on me again where we are and I feel panic begin to set in. Oh my god. I have j
ust had extremely loud, mind blowing sex in my office with my work colleagues just outside. What is it with this hunk of a man putting me in embarrassing situations?

  As if sensing my distress, he places a hand under my chin and lifts it slightly so that I am forced to look at him as he says, "There's no one here Jess. No one else will ever have the pleasure of hearing that beautiful mouth when you cry out because of what I am doing to you. That privilege is for me and me only." He presses a tender kiss on the top of my head. I don't know whether I am coming or going with him. One minute he's nice and caring and the next he's throwing his orders about as if he owns me.

  "What time are you due to finish up here?"

  "About five o'clock, why?" I ask, my mind still muddled from my recent orgasms.

  "I'm taking you to dinner this evening." I begin to protest but he gets in there first. "Don't start with that mouth. I'm taking you for dinner. No fucking arguments."

  I'm still sitting on my desk, knickerless I might add, such a classy lady I know, while he is demanding that he takes me to dinner.

  "We still have those plans to discuss, seeing as you ran out on me once again before, it seems we have some catching up to do on the development. But a wise old man once taught me the importance of being a gentleman so I would like to feed you first."

  I'd be quite happy with him doing other things to me than feeding me, but if he insists. He gives me one final chaste kiss on my forehead and then turns to leave my office. I sit here for some time pondering over this mysterious man who has come crashing into my life. What the hell am I supposed to do now? He's intense, controlling and gloriously fuckable. My only problem is that he is way, way, way out of my league. Let’s hope that I can get him out of my system sooner rather than later.

  JESS

  The rest of the office arrives back within an hour of Max leaving. I have no idea how he arranged for all of my colleagues to be absent from the office whilst we had our meeting. I have however, now experienced first-hand how persuasive he can be, so I guess it wasn't hard for him to arrange a working lunch for them. I make my way to the reception desk to greet them and they all look in high spirits. Everyone, except Amelia. I really need to talk to her, she looks so exhausted. I feel terrible for landing her with all this work before I leave.