“No, no, no. You can’t touch me and I can’t touch you. You don’t know how badly I want to take you right here and now, but it would be wrong…wrong by you, and plus you have no idea of half of what I’m saying to you. There is also that sexual harassment policy, and we’re here on business, not for pleasure…although the pleasure is mine to see you this way…opening up and all. Hell, I should have given you a drink the first time we met. Yes…the first time we met, ‘cause I wanted my hands all over your body. I know you won’t accuse me of anything, but anyhow…not this way…not here. After you go out with me…on a real date…then I can touch you anywhere you like.”

Running my fingers through my hair, all I could do was stare while my head pounded, understanding most of what he said. I wanted to tell him I wanted him too, but no words escaped my mouth. I had already said too much, and I was fighting the urge to just seize him and kiss him madly, but there was that word again. He was my boss’s son. And what the hell was I doing?

With a sigh, my head thumped on Max’s chest. “Tired…hot.”

Max’s hand stroked my hair, making me relax, making me sleepy. “I know. Just hang in there. The redness looks better. Maybe in five minutes. Don’t worry. I’m right here. I’ll take good care of you.”

“Sorrrry,” I mumbled, wrapping my arms around him, snuggling up to him. In his arms I felt comfort…in his arms I felt safe…and in a strange way…this felt right.

Chapter 17

“Jenna,” Max called softly, pulling me into his trance. The way he said my name sounded so sexy to my ears. Piercing his eyes at me with a wicked grin, his hands on the back of my dress were making their way down slowly...sensually. My dress had come undone, that I knew for sure from the sudden exposure of my br**sts, that caused me to shudder from the cool air and lust. Somehow Max had unhooked my bra at the same time, but it didn’t surprise me; he was good with his hands in more ways than one.

Excitedly, my ni**les hardened, wanting and needing to be touched by him. “You’re beautiful, Jenna. I’ll never get enough of you,” he said, caressing my breast with his face, teasing me with a flicker of his tongue on my left nipple.

“Oh…Max,” I moaned as I ignited between my legs. Wanting and needing more of him, I gripped a handful of his hair. When he sucked my ni**les harder and slightly bit one, I moaned louder, arching my back.

Releasing me, he gripped my hair, pulled my face into his, and sucked my lips. Sliding his body in between my legs while his lips were still on mine was easily done since I was on the restroom counter with my legs spread apart. Letting go of my hair, his hand glided down to my cheeks, to my shoulders, and then squeezed my br**sts. With a pinch on both of my ni**les, I bit hard on his bottom lip, which seemed to inflict both pleasure and pain. Sliding one hand lower, he found my G-string panties and rubbed his thumb right over the most sensitive part.

“Max…please,” I begged through gritted teeth. Throbbing, burning, and aching for him, I wanted him inside me. As if he knew what I was thinking, with a strong quick yank, he tore my underwear, which left me even hotter and panting for him even more.

“You want me Jenna? I know you do. Show me,” he demanded as he continued to touch my wetness.

Reaching for his belt loop, I pulled it to the right, and it unbuckled. Max released me, bent down, and stood up again, but somehow I couldn’t see it. Why couldn’t I see his hardness? But it didn’t matter. He was already inside me, growling.

Oh God…he felt so good. With every thrust, my heart pounded with ecstasy, fulfilling my desire for him. Then with a yank, he cupped my behind sternly and pumped, grinded, and pressed deeper and faster, riding me like he couldn’t get enough. I was…I was screaming. My body felt like it was going to explode as I felt myself climaxing. Then…it all stopped. What the heck?

Suddenly, Max disappeared and everything went dark, but the ache between my legs was still there, pulsating like a thumping heart. It was worse than it was from the start. Then I realized it was a just a dream…a very hot, wet, steamy, aching, needing-to-get-rid-of-this-throb dream. It felt wonderfully real, and a part of me wished it were. This wasn’t the first time I’d dreamt about him like that.

Though I was still groggy, feeling like I had swallowed a handful of sand made me want to wake up—that and the need that was still inconveniently there—but I couldn’t open my eyes. My eyelids were heavy and tightly shut, as if they were glued together. The need for a glass of water to quench the overwhelming burning sensation in my throat forced me to sit up, but when I did, a moaning sound escaped from my mouth from the throbbing headache. Not only that, the room was spinning, so I kept my eyes closed.

Knowing I could get to the kitchen in my apartment with my eyes closed, I headed out of my bedroom. Then bam! I ran into the wall. What the…? I shot my eyes open…at least, as much as I could. Then it dawned on me. I was in my hotel room, the expensive, beautiful room that I was probably never going to get to stay in again after today.

Oh, this headache…and…I need water…and why am I feeling this way? Trying to recall the previous night, I couldn’t since I was extremely parched. I decided I would get relief first, then try to remember. Squinting my eyes as I looked at the clock, I saw that it was close to ten in the morning, but since the curtains were drawn, it felt as though it was still night. Seeing a bottle of water that had been opened, though I had no idea how it got there, I reached for it and froze. Next to the bottle was a note on a small peel of a sticky yellow notepad. It read: Drink me. It looked like Max’s writing.