[English novel] SOMETHING GREAT (Điều Tuyệt Vời)

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“I…I….” He was standing so close. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe. This was not how I had played it out in my mind. He wasn’t suppose to ask me about these feelings.

His stance over me, demanding an answer, was hot and frightening at the same time. “Jenna…tell me? Did you miss me?” His tone was so commanding that it made me twitch. And since I knew he wouldn’t back down until I told him the answer, I lied.

“No!” I said sternly into his face, and ran to the front door. The word stung me more than it might have him, and I felt my eyes pool with tears. I hated that I had so many emotions with him. No, I take it back…I liked it. I liked all the emotions I felt with him, that I never felt before with anyone else. The emotions that made me come alive, the emotions that made me want to be naked in bed with him…to touch him…to feel him inside me…oh...I needed to stop thinking.

“You’re lying,” Max said from behind me. He had almost reached me. “You’re just afraid I would give you something great. You’re afraid to fall in love with me.”

“I’m not afraid to love you,” I snapped, and I couldn’t believe the words came out, or what I was about to say. “I’m…I’m more afraid of losing you.”

Max pulled me in so tightly that I could feel his hard muscles against me. His piercing eyes looked me squarely in my eyes with so much conviction it was terrifying. “You haven’t really given us a chance to even know what losing means. You think you’re the only one afraid here? Does life just revolve around Jenna Mefferd? My heart isn’t made out of stone. I feel pain, I feel anger, and I feel every emotion that you feel. You don’t think I’m afraid of losing you? Yes, someone like me, who’s got it all, is afraid of losing what I want the most. I’ve wanted you since the day you captured my heart. It was the first day you looked at me with the same look I’m giving you right now, the look of want and need and searching for something great. Yes…you are my great. Can you see what I want you to see in my eyes? My body aches when you’re not around. I see the image of you in my mind, and I see so much in our future, but we can’t get there if you’re too afraid. I’m fighting for you. I’m fighting for us. So what are you waiting for?”

From his beautiful words, from his body touching mine, I was panting like a wild animal, and the erotic heat blistered through me so that I had to look away to cool down. I wanted him. I wanted us. All my life I’d played it safe, no risk and no adventures. Changing jobs was the first step to something better, and having Max in my life could be something great. I’d rather know what having something great was, than not knowing what it was at all.

At that moment, I realized I hadn’t lived to my full potential. Life was about taking good risks, to learn and grow from them. What good was it if I was too afraid to try? I would never know the meaning of true love or happiness. If I got hurt in the process…so be it. There was no self-control at this point. As I blinked, my eyes found his again and gave him the permission he needed. “I don’t want to wait anymore, Max,” I said softly.

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There were no words after that. My back contacted the wall when Max claimed me with his lips, those lips that I’d been wanting to taste for so long. And he did not disappoint as the urge between my legs awakened. Feeling his tongue pressed deeply, wanting me, took me to another level. My tingling hands shot up to his hair and gripped it tightly, letting him know I wanted more than just a kiss. He let me know too, as his body, already pressed against mine, got harder.

Feeling his hardness drove me wild as his hand slid down my back and cupped my behind with a firm grip that made me suck in air. “Mine,” he said with conviction as he continued to kiss me. “You taste so sweet. I can’t get enough.”

His possessive words had me spinning out of control. My hands on his hair slid down his rough manly stubbles, down his Adam’s apple, over the curve of his firm chest, and stopped by his waistband. Hearing Max groan, he pulled back to breathe and took both of my hands and pinned them against the wall. With a naughty grin, taking me in with his eyes, he reached in and tenderly kissed my neck, slowing things down.

Making his way downward, he released my arm and placed his hands on my waist. When his tongue played with the base of my breast, I yelped while I arched my back, and the ache between my legs intensified a hundred fold.

“Do you want more, Jenna?” he teased. “Tell me you want more or I’ll stop.”

His hot breath on my skin just added to what I was feeling. “More,” I cried out with my eyes closed as his tongue slipped inside my sweater. With a slight twist from his head, I felt it on the side of my breast. When he dug in deeper, his stubbles brushed my nipple, and I quivered from the pain and how they made me feel….so good. I thought my knees would buckle.

When I felt a sudden coolness, I stiffened. Max was using his teeth to unbutton my sweater, already half way down. “My lady in red…you…are… beautiful,” he said, asking my permission to continue with his eyes.

I locked my eyes on him and unbuttoned the remaining three buttons. Helping me slip out of my sweater, he held me tenderly as he unhooked my bra. Taking in my br**sts with his eyes, he pulled off his T-shirt and crushed my lips into his. My ni**les, that had been yearning for his touch, perked up. With one of his hands caressing one of my br**sts, his tongue was soothing the other. Flicking, nipping, and sucking, then sucking really hard, sent me over the edge. I could not control the burning, wanting sensation anymore.

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Running my hands down the curve of his biceps, they found their way to his shorts again, and I accidently brushed his enlarged hardness. With a deep groan, he sucked my ni**les harder, then looked up at me, out of breath. “Don’t do that, Jenna. You’ll have me begging. I didn’t plan this. We can stop. I wanted to take you out. You’re not a one-night stand. You’re more than that. I didn’t mean to do this. I want something great with you. We don’t have to—”

But I wanted to. “I know, Max,” I said, panting and taking him in with a mad passionate kiss as my hand went straight down to his hardness. He shuddered and groaned loudly, and I was more than happy I could make this beautiful man become completely weak. “Just so you know,” I said between kisses. “I don’t do this, ever, not until I at least—”

“How many?” he asked, kissing me back. His hand gripped my legs and pulled me up. My legs were wrapped around his waist as he headed toward the stairs.

“Just one.”

He smiled hugely. “Just one?” Burying my face into the space between his neck and shoulder as he climbed higher, he asked another. “When was the last time?”

Feeling too embarrassed to tell him I wasn’t that experienced, I muttered into his shoulder. “Three years ago.”

“****! It’s been three years?” He sounded completely surprised.

I nodded.

“Then it’s like I’m your first.” He let out that sly grin. “Let me make you waiting for three years worth the wait. I’m going to brand every inch of your body with my hands, my lips, and tongue, so that your body will know only me. You’ll be begging me to stop, because I’m going to give you pleasure like you’ve never known before.”

That shot another tingle right to my core, sending fireworks to every nerve, every vein, every fiber of my being, and I wanted to rip his clothes off him.

Kicking the door with his feet, we were now standing in front of his bedroom. Not only was it spacious, and had a breathtaking view of the city, it was made for a king. He had the biggest bed I had ever seen. Wondering how many women he had brought there, I pushed that thought aside. For tonight, he was mine and mine alone. He wanted me as much as I wanted him, if not more, and that thought alone did all kinds of craziness to me.

Lowering me to the mattress, he pulled the satin blue cover away. Cupping my face, he kissed me softly, then headed toward my neck. “I’m going to make your first in three years the most memorable one,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m going to make you come…all night. Don’t worry about going to work tomorrow…I’m going to tell them you have a meeting with me.”

It took me a second to register what he had said. He had already lowered me down to the bed, taking in my breast. Trying to keep it together was hard enough. If I had been in the right state of mind, I would have said no, but I wanted him more than work.

Max unzipped my boots, then my pants, and managed to take both off with one single slide, except my G-string panty. I blushed. “I like…red.”

He arched his brows, taking of his shorts. Knowing what he was doing made me nervous…a whole lot nervous. After all had been stripped down…there it was, long, hard, and beautiful as him, and he had no problem showing it. Smiling, he hovered over me, using his elbow to anchor his weight, and laced his hand through my hair. “So beautiful. Are you ready?”

Withering underneath him, I nodded. Feeling the anticipation of him being inside me, the ache between my legs fired up. He was teasing me, taking his time, kissing where his lips could touch down south. When his lips found my panties, he used his tongue to move them aside and teased my clitoris with his tongue. “Max,” I exploded. I had died and had gone to *** heaven. The ache became stronger…stronger as he licked inside. Squirming from ecstasy, I pulled my legs up. I couldn’t take it any more.

He was enjoying me totally coming undone, and I loved the things he was doing to me as he took his time, giving me pleasure I never knew could be possible. I had imagined and dreamt how it could be with him, but never in my wildest dreams did I envision this. “Do you want me?” Max asked, teasing me with his erection on the tip of my vagina.

“Oh, God…yes,” I panted.

“We don’t have to. We can just taste each other,” he said, placing his hand where his ***** was. “You’re so wet, baby.”

“Max, I want you inside me,” I said quickly, breathlessly. My fingernails dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer. “I’ve dreamt about this.”

Max’s eyes sparkled, reacting to my words. “I couldn’t stop now…but you didn’t dream nearly as much as I dreamt about you.” He reached inside a nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. As I watched him do it with ease and precision, I wondered again how many girls had been there. I had to stop thinking about that.

Max started to insert. “So tight, babe.” Gripping my legs, he pulled them up, and my legs spread even more. With several penetrations, he punctured through, and I moaned with pleasure and pain. “Are you okay?” he asked sweetly.

“Yes,” I shivered, taking him in, but I didn’t get a chance to say anything after that. Max was devouring me with his lips as his hips moved in and out slowly, then gradually moving faster. His hand moved down to the curve of my breast, and with a pinch from his fingers, I moaned louder. I never knew I could moan that loud.

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“You like that, babe? Tell me what you want. I’m all yours.”

I couldn’t. Not being that experienced, I didn’t know what to ask for. “Max,” I cried. His eyes never left mine as he pumped faster…faster. Closing my eyes from this overdrive, my head was spinning, filling with pleasurable sensations that drove me to the edge. My arms fell on the mattress and my fingers clawed into the sheets. Gripping and pulling onto it, my back arched. “Max,” I cried again out loud as I felt myself…erupting…exploding…climaxing…then there it was. I couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much of fulfillment, too much of him, needing him to stop, but wanting more. And hallelujah rang in my head. God, I didn’t know it could be this good.

“Jenna,” Max cried out. Loud groaning, pleasurable sounds escaped his mouth as he threw his head back. Then his eyes came back to mine with intensity and need. Embracing me in his arms, he gave me more of him. I didn’t know how long it lasted, but I’m pretty sure I reached another level of nirvana. Max brought his eyes to mine as he slowed things down. Sweat trickled down his forehead and he looked so delicious and ***y that I couldn’t help myself, and ran my hand down his face.

“You feel so amazing, Jenna. I want to see your beautiful face when I come.” His tone was deep and blazing hot.

Before I could reply, he bit his bottom lip and thrust harder and faster than before. I had utterly lost control of my thoughts, muscles, and myself. Trying to keep my eyes on him, my eyes fluttered as my back arched with intense pleasure, and I couldn’t believe the sounds that escaped from my mouth. When Max pulled out, our eyes radiated with fulfillment and my *** continued to pulsate. I was too weak to move and I believed Max was too.

After pulling off the condom, he dropped it on the floor, plopped down next to my side, and snuggled me into him. Hot air puffed out of his mouth as his chest rose and fell rapidly with mine. “I didn’t think it could be better, but it was. And it was all because of you,” he managed to say with a hot, breathy whisper. Pulling me closer to his chest, he placed his right leg over mine and held me tenderly. “I’m glad we made up. No more misunderstandings…okay?”

“Okay.” I nodded, still catching my breath. “That was…I never…umm…felt like that before,” I muffled through his chest, feeling completely exhausted as I lay there, unable to move.

Max let out a chuckle, and my body moved with his. “My sweet, innocent Jenna. It’s one of the things I like about you. You’re different. You’re not like the other women I’ve dated.”

Hmmm…what did he mean by that? “Is that a good thing?”

Max’s finger lifted my chin so my eyes matched his. “It’s the innocence I saw in you that drew me to you, besides your ***y body and beautiful face.” He winked. “I can tell you’re beautiful on the inside and outside. You’re a diamond in the rough. My once in a lifetime chance, and I’m not letting you go.”

His words tugged at my heart. My eyes twinkled in the dim lighting, I was sure of it, just as bright as the lights below his window. Not only did he call me ***y and beautiful, but his words were sweet, and it sounded like he really meant them. Was this real? I couldn’t believe someone like him would want someone like me.

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Still tucked in his arms, he kissed my forehead. “Do you have family here?”

“My parents live in San Francisco. My father is a dentist, semi retired. My mom never worked.” I trembled from the cold.

“Are you cold?” Max didn’t wait for me to answer. He reached over and pulled the sheet over us. It was silky soft against my body. I quivered and melted into it. “It feels so good,” I gushed.

Max’s eyes shone with amusement, and that playful look crossed his face. “I can give you something to make you feel better.” His hand teased my ni**les.

I jerked a little as my clitoris pulsated from his touch. I giggled and shyly looked away.

He continued with his questions. I wasn’t sure if he really wanted to get to know me, or if the guilt of not taking me out before we ended up in bed was eating at him. “Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

“No. I’m an only child.”

“Really? You don’t act like an only child. I mean…I’ve dated an only child, and she wasn’t anything like you.” Max’s tone went up a notch as he ran his thumb across my cheek. “So soft. I could touch you all day.” He paused for a second, then continued with his questions. “What kind of food do you like to eat?”

“I’m not picky. I eat all sorts of food.”

“That’s perfect.” He caressed my hair, making me sleepy.

Since he asked me tons of questions, I wanted to get to know him better too. “I know you have parents. I read an article about them before. You have a younger brother, but I don’t know much about him.”

“Ms. Mefferd, you did your homework. My brother is younger than me. He is somewhat irresponsible, but I guess I can’t blame him. He was the younger one, and he was spoiled since he was born. I guess we both don’t need to work, but I enjoy what I do, though I have been working a lot less lately. Soon enough, you’ll meet my family.”

Meet his family? So soon? “Max.”

“Yes….” His finger trailed up my back.

“What time is it?”

“Why, you going somewhere?”

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“I have work tomorrow, and so do you. I’m sure it’s close to ten.”

“You don’t remember what I told you?”

“Yes, but—”

“No buts, Jenna. You’re spending the night with me. I want you to stay…please.” With that pouting look that could make your heart melt, I didn’t have the strength to turn him down.

“Okay…but I need to work a little in the morning, and I’ll call Lisa. I’ve been out so long, being sick and all.”

“Sure. And Jenna?”

“Yes.”

“I’m glad you said yes.” He sounded sincere, and so happy.

“I can’t say no to you when you pout like that.” I poked him on his chest.

“That was the plan.” He arched his brows.

“You….” I tickled him a little. “But seriously, what time is it? I need to text Becky that I’m not coming home. She’ll worry about me.”

“Babe, it’s past midnight.”

“What?” I got to Max’s at eight. “We’ve being doing it…I mean…that long…I didn’t….”

Max let out a full-blown chuckle, obviously finding this amusing. When he chuckled, his Adam’s apple moved. Without thinking, my hand went straight for it. Max was still, seemingly enjoying my touch. Then I moved my fingers along his strong jawline, feeling every inch of it, trailing upward to his hairline, curving along his thick dark eyebrows, and down his perfect nose to his lips. I wasn’t sure what I was doing, but it made him moan. When I felt his hardness against me, I sucked in air and unknowingly stuck my finger in my mouth, looking right at him.

Max moaned again. “Jenna….” My name rolled off his tongue in a smooth, deep, yet scolding tone. I never knew my name could sound so ***y. “Does your finger taste good? I bet it does. I told you not to do that.” He pulled it out of my mouth. Without warning, he stuck it in his and started *****ck.

I tried to pull it out, but his suction was stronger, and when that pleasurable feeling shot down between my legs, I wanted more. Letting go of my index finger, he shifted his mouth to mine, and his ***** slowly rubbed against me. I was wet….and getting wetter with each stroke. I couldn’t take it anymore. Having just climaxed I didn’t know if it was possible to do it again. I guessed I’d find out.

“I told you the next time you did that it was going straight to my mouth,” he said in between kisses. “Do you want more, Jenna, or have you had enough?”

How did he expect me to tell him to stop when his hand was playing on my breast and warmth spread where his ***** was touching me? “More…Max,” I panted, whispering in his ear. I had never asked my ex for more before, and in a way I was really shy about it, but Max’s touch put me over the edge.

With his knee he spread my legs apart and hovered over me, placed a condom, and put his fingers between my legs. “You’re so wet. I love how I make you wet, babe.” With his body slightly pressed on mine he moved up and down, but not inside, while cupping my face. “You want this, babe?” he asked, drilling his eyes to mine with fire in them.

The ache between my legs was already erupting, throbbing, and I needed him to release it so badly. “Yes, Max…please,” I begged.

With one thrust, Max was inside me, causing me *****ck in a lump of air. Rolling to the side while inside me, he rode me faster and deeper, and I followed his rhythm with my hands on his hips. Having done it once took me out of my shyness, and the second time was even better. When his mouth covered my nipple, sucking as hard as he had with my finger, I exploded even more. Throwing my head back as my back curved, I pressed my breast into him even more.

“Are you exploding, Jenna?” Max asked, groaning.

“Yes,” I whispered, gripping his hair so tightly, I was surprised he didn’t tell me to stop. I got my answer…it was possible to climax again. Loud sounds escaped my mouth as I bit my bottom lip, and tears dampened the side of my face. Why was I crying? But they were blissful, fulfilling, can’t take any more, tears.

“Louder, baby. No one can hear you. Scream for me. Cry for me,” Max’s breath was heavy as he pumped even faster…faster…never ending faster. I screamed louder, and I would have sworn the whole world heard me. He was that good.

“I’m coming, babe.” Within several seconds, he dropped next to me, and hot puffs of air blew out of his mouth. I was doing the same thing as my body pulsated, making me weak all over. Without a doubt my need had been fulfilled, if not more.

After a short while, Max stood up. “Take a shower with me, then we can go to bed or not.” He twitched his brows seductively. “I have extra tooth brushes and a bunch of toiletries under the sink.”

“Okay,” I said shyly, then wondered how many girls had spent the night. Oh…I had to stop thinking those thoughts. But I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I didn’t want to be those girls on his list. This was something I would never do, especially when I hardly knew him, but in a way I felt like I did.

Max broke my thoughts when he reached out his hand to me. When I was just about to take it, he scooped his arms around me and lifted me up into his hold. We were buck-naked together. That thought was thrilling, exciting, but my face flushed with warmth all of a sudden. Though he had seen all of me, standing there in the shower for full exposure was not my cup of tea.

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“Don’t be shy. I’ve seen everything. You’re beautiful, Jenna. And I can’t take my eyes off you.”

I blushed even more. Max’s words were so sweet, making me feel comfortable, ***y, alive, and at home.

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Silk bathed my naked body, soothing, calming. Where was I? Perhaps I was dreaming. When I managed to peel my eyes open, I realized I was in Max’s room in his extra large king size bed. Twisting my head, he was nowhere to be found. He must have gotten up. What day was it? Oh yeah…Monday. What time was it? I couldn’t tell since the curtains were drawn, but it was still dark inside.

Sitting up, I reached for my cell phone as I blinked my sleepy eyes to clear. There were several texts, one from Lisa and from Becky. Instead of calling Lisa to let her know I would be staying home for one more day, I decided to text her, being afraid that she could hear my lie over the phone. Yup…I was that paranoid. Her return text read that she was out sick, and for me to rest up at home. This terrible flu must be going around.

Clicking off the text messages, I noted it was close to noon. Oh my God! He let me sleep in that late? But then again, we were at it all night. Those naughty thoughts not only shot tingles in my stomach, but hunger pangs as well. I hadn’t eaten well the past week, and now that I was feeling better, my stomach was aching for food.

Wondering where Max was, I got up to find my clothes, but they were nowhere to be found. Finding only Max’s white T-shirt, I slipped it on and headed for the double doors. Hearing Max’s voice, I found him just outside the door talking on the phone. Upon opening one of them, Max turned around and stared at me with a sparkle in his beautiful eyes, and smiling like I’d never seen him smile before.

His gaze kept me standing still, making me turn hot in all the right places, making my lips curl to give him the warmest smile I could give him. “Sure,” he said to the person on the other line. “Maybe next weekend. Yeah…I’m loving the view right in front of me too.” Max winked at me, and knowing his view was me made me blush even more. “Listen,” he continued. “I gotta go. I’ll talk to you after I ask her, okay? Bye.”

Ask her? Who is her? Then my heart tugged a little, and not in a good way.

“Good morning,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine as he came for me and gave me a tender kiss on my forehead. It warmed my heart.

“Good morning.” My voice sounded hoarse. “You let me sleep in so late.”

His fingers were playing with mine, tingling and tickling at the same time. “You needed that sleep. And you also must be starving.”

“I am,” I smiled. “And I can’t find my clothes.”

“I want you in my T-shirt all day, or maybe naked. You can decide, but I’m not giving your clothes back until you’re ready to go home. I prefer to keep you here forever.” He held me tightly, slightly rocking me back and forth in his hold, then let go.

What could I say after that? I peered up. “I like your T-shirt. It’s so soft on my skin.”

“You can have it.” He bit his bottom lip, seemingly wondering if I would take it.

“But I already stole one from you,” I said shyly, and stuck my finger in my mouth. When I saw that funny look in his eyes, I gasped and pulled it out as fast as my reflexes allowed.

“No, no, no,” he shook his head, grinning playfully. Then he paused, seemingly thinking. “You stole one?”

“I kept the one you gave me when we were in New York.”

“Uh…I see…thus the T-shirt when I was in your apartment. But I already knew that.”

“How?” My tone demanded an answer.

“I had a feeling, and I also looked at the tag…which there was none. It also has my initial on it, MK. I had it especially made that way.” Max must have seen a questioning look in my eyes. Before I could ask, he spoke. “Don’t worry, I’m not a pervert. I didn’t look anywhere else, except…your beautiful face that looked like an angel when you were sleeping. And I did want to climb into bed with you, but I didn’t think you would approve.”

I smiled warmly, not knowing what to say as I stood there feeling grateful for his care.

“Let’s go feed that stomach of yours before you eat your finger.” Next thing I knew, my hand was in his as he led me down to the dining table.

Pulling out a chair, he gestured for me to sit down. Plates of bagels, bacon, muffins, and all sorts of fruits were in my line of vision. As Max poured me some juice, there was another glass filled with water in front of me. As parched as I was, I waited until Max sat down. Instead of sitting across the table, he sat beside me. “Hi,” he said, grinning like a schoolboy. Then he placed a napkin over my lap and a plate in front of me.

I giggled. “Hello.”

“What would you like to eat?” he asked.

“Everything.” But I didn’t mean it.

“Everything it is.” He started to fill my plate with food, and no matter how many times I told him to stop he wouldn’t listen. “You need to eat. You lost so much weight when you were sick.”

“Okay,” I said, and gulped half the water down my throat. Oh…that felt so good. Then I picked up the fork and went straight for the blueberries. “Did you sleep well last night?” I asked, trying not to be shy about this whole situation. This wasn’t something I’d done before.

Max swallowed a bite of his bagel as he nodded. “How about you?” he grinned.

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“Good, thank you. Your bed is so comfortable.”

Max leaned over, creating that heat again. “You know you can sleep in it every night if you’d like. We can be sleeping buddies and breakfast buddies, too.”

I smiled and looked away, not knowing how to answer his question or if I was meant to answer it, because I wasn’t sure if he meant it or if he was just flirting. “What’s wrong?” he asked, looking concerned.

He must have seen me stiffen. “I…it’s just that…I’ve never slept with…I mean…we didn’t even date….” I was turning red. I felt so hot that I wanted to take his shirt off.

“Jenna, it’s okay.” Max’s hand rested over mine and idly rubbed my knuckles. “I know you’re not the type of woman that has one night stands, or the type of woman that sleeps on first dates. I know you take your relationships seriously. I can tell by the way you act and by your words. So…don’t worry. And I’m not so bad that I would take advantage of you like that.”

I must have produced the biggest smile of my life. Max knew me…unlike Luke. And I believed that he wouldn’t take advantage of me. Feeling less embarrassed, I happily took a bite of my bagel with cream cheese on it. Max was sweet enough to spread it on for me before I could reach over for the container.

“Do you have plans next Saturday?” Max asked, placing his glass down from taking a sip of his orange juice. “That was my brother on the phone. I would love for you to meet him.”

“Umm….” My eyes flickered to think, and was happy that when Max said, “I’ll ask her,” he’d meant me. “I think I’m free.”

“Good,” he said excitedly. “I’ll pick you up before we go to my parents’ home.”

“What did you say?”

He gave me a sideways glance. “My parents,” he repeated slowly. Then he blinked his eyes, seeming to be thinking. “I’m sorry. Is it too soon?”

It was a little too soon for me, but seeing the sparkle leave his eyes, I couldn’t say no. “No…I think I’ll be okay. Just as long as they know I’m coming and they are fine with it.”

“Of course they will. But I don’t want to have to wait a week before I see you again. Let me check my schedule so I can take you out on a real date.”

“Okay.” My smile was big. “So…is this for a special occasion, or is your brother in town?”

“Just because,” he said, and took a bite of his bagel.

“I was just wondering if I needed to wear something special, or how I should dress in front of your parents.”

Max chuckled. “This is why I think you’re so hot. You care. Jenna, you can wear jeans and a sweater if you like. My parents are humans, not gods. Don’t worry too much. They will love you. But if you’re asking me what you should wear....” Max arched his brows playfully.

“Never mind,” I smiled giddily, blushing. Max had just told me I was hot. “Eat before your food gets cold.”

Max leaned over, smacked a good kiss on my lips, and pulled my bottom lip with his teeth. And the glass of cold water wasn’t cold enough to cool me down.

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“You’re meeting his parents?” Becky didn’t let me answer. She had changed into her sweat outfit that we had bought together when we went shopping. Hers was purple and mine was black. “The Mr. and Mrs. Knight?” She accentuated the word “the”. “Already? Really? Wow! He’s really head over heels all over you, isn’t he?”

Pondering her words, I carefully settled myself down on the sofa with a mug of hot green tea in my hands. “He made it sound like it was no big deal.”

“No…you’re trying to make it sound like it’s no big deal.” Becky sat next to me and took a sip of her hot tea.

“I don’t know. He’s moving too fast, maybe ‘cause I gave him permission by sleeping with him.” I groaned, burying my head in the palm of my hand, then looked up. “I’ve never done that before.”

“I know.” Becky nodded, taking another sip. “Nope…never since I’ve known you. So I was completely surprised when you texted me that you were spending the night. Anyway, it’s nothing bad. You know my history…I’ve had a couple of those in our college days. Two consenting adults fulfilling their needs…I think it’s perfectly fine. But I understand…cause….” She took another sip and let out a sigh. “I know you.”

Taking the warmth from my mug, I sank in deeper as I thought of Max. “I’m okay with it ‘cause he makes it okay for me. I mean…he says the sweetest things. He knows I’m not like that. At least he says he knows…I hope.” I blew into the mug and took a sip.

“Just be careful, okay? I’m not saying that he’s going to hurt you. But I’ve been with enough men to know that you don’t take any girl to your parents’ house unless you’re serious about her.”

“He said he wanted me to meet his brother. It’s just that…I’m now officially dating my boss’s son, which I was trying to avoid.” The realization of that didn’t hit me when I was in Max’s penthouse. It had just hit me. And I would be officially meeting the couple I’d looked up to since I first wanted to be in the fashion industry. Though excited, a part of me was extremely uneasy about this whole situation.

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“Who cares, Jenna? Don’t worry too much. Just take it one day at a time. He actually may turn out to be something great. Anyway…it’s nine. I need to get some work done, and you need to go to work tomorrow since you took Monday off.”

“I know.” And there, those words were spoken again…something great. I wanted him to be my something great.

Becky was already up and walking toward her bedroom door. “Oh…don’t forget. We’re going out to lunch this Sunday to celebrate with Nicole.”

“I won’t. Good night, Becky.” I headed to my room.

**

“Good morning, Lisa, Rachel,” I cheered, walking in. Then I turned to my right. “Good morning, Dan, Eric.” After they greeted me with a smile, I went straight to my desk.

“You feeling better, Jenna?” Lisa asked. “You must have been really sick. It seemed like everyone who went to New York got the bug.”

“Yes,” I agreed, blushing, wondering if they could see right through me that yesterday I was out because of Max. Not liking the attention on me, I changed the subject. “Are you feeling better, too?”

“Yes...thank you. I had a twenty-four hour bug. I guess that’s what you would call it.”

After I told them about my trip to New York, we got right back to work. Things were crazy since I hadn’t been there for several days. I thanked Lisa for taking care of what needed to get done while I was out. Though I knew I didn’t need to, I made a mental note to get her something extra special for Christmas.

Typing a reply on my email, I jerked slightly when my phone started to make that buzzing, vibrating sound. Looking at my cell phone, my face turned warm and I wondered if they could tell.

What are you doing?

Haha…what do you think?

I hope you’re naked.

No…lol!

Do you have any plans for lunch?

No, but I really need to work. You know…cause of yesterday.

Would you like me to repeat yesterday?

Hmmm…yes…maybe…no! We are at work.

I’m coming!

I didn’t understand what he meant by that, but that kind of sounded hot. I didn’t need to wait to see what he meant. After few minutes, sounds of footsteps increased. Max walked through the door.

“Mr. Knight,” Lisa said quickly. “How may we help you?”

“Hello, Lisa, Rachel, Dan, Eric.” He grinned nicely to them as he said their names. I loved how he was professional and friendly to his employees, unlike some bosses I’d worked with before. Then Max turned to me, trying to hold in a smile. “I’m actually here to see Jenna.”

“Sure.” Lisa sat back down and turned her head to the computer screen, but I could see her peering from the corner of her eyes.

I swallowed nervousness down my throat and tried to be professional. “Mr. Knight. Won’t you please take a seat?”

Max settled into the chair and scooted himself forward…way forward, till his chair was right at my desk, sitting on the opposite side of me. I wondered what I had done wrong. When he gave me his biggest grin, my shoulders relaxed. “Lunch,” he whispered.

I didn’t say a word as I wondered if they had heard him. Not wanting to speak, I shook my head. Max stood up, pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, sat back down, and started texting. In a way I was glad his attention was not on me, hoping he would be called for a meeting or something… anything. I was starting to feel really embarrassed. Nobody knew I was dating Max. Then my phone vibrated. Wondering who it could be, I looked. Since Max was busy I didn’t think there was any harm in it.

Come to lunch with me!

He was sitting in front of me, texting me. My lips perked up, trying hard not to laugh. I texted back.

I can’t. I already told you

If you don’t come with me, I’m going to carry you out of here. You decide.

He’s asking me to decide when there really isn’t a choice, since I don’t want him to pick me up in front of everyone. Shoot! He wouldn’t…would he? I peered up to see him nodding and the serious look in his eyes. Though I didn’t know Max that well, from what I’d experienced in the short amount of time being with him, there was no stopping him whatsoever. When he wanted something, he would find a way to get it.

Where are we going?

I have lunch ready in my office.

Oh…why didn’t you say so in the first place?

What would be the fun in that? And by the way, I’d rather have you for lunch. The dress frames your body nicely. Not to mention easy access.

I started blushing, giggling…really giggling, then realized I was in Max’s world and not in reality. Turning to my left and right, their eyes were curious, most likely wondering why we were texting and not speaking, if they even knew we were doing that.

“Ms. Mefferd. I’ll see you in five minutes.” Max winked and stood up.

“See you in five, Mr. Knight,” I said softly, trying my best not to look up to reveal my red face to my coworkers. After a few minutes, I inhaled a deep breath and stood up. “Are you going to lunch?” I asked, trying to pretend nothing happened.

“Do you want to come with us?” Lisa asked.

I had already headed for the door. “I believe it’s a lunch meeting,” I fibbed, sort of. Pulling the door toward me that was already ajar, I turned to Lisa again. “Thanks though. Have a good one.”

“Okay,” Lisa said in a funny tone. “Have a good one.” That tone was even stranger…too friendly. They knew. He had made it obvious.

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**

“Mr. Knight.” I knocked even though the door was slightly ajar.

“Come in.” Max was on the phone, gesturing with his hand for me to come in.

Walking in, I closed the door. Instead of heading to the chair in front of his desk, I went to the bookcase that took up one side of the wall. With a quick glance over my shoulder, I checked to see if Max would disapprove. Since he didn’t, I tuned out his phone conversation and proceeded forward.

Running my hands over his picture frames, I spotted his parents first. Max looked more like his father with his mother’s eyes, and Max’s younger brother, Matthew, looked like his mother with his father’s eyes. Regardless, they were both handsome. I didn’t know how old his parents were, but I was sure they looked young for their age, especially his mom. She was blonde, which explained Matthew’s lighter colored hair. But Max had his father’s hair—full, thick, and dark.

Thumbing through the books that lined one side of the bookcase, I ran across more picture frames of him and his brother and with a group of friends. Happily, I didn’t see any pictures of any women that may have been the loves of his life. But then again, they would have broken up, so why would he still have them up?

I gasped when I felt Max’s chest on my back. His warmth spread blissfully down to my toes. “I missed you all day,” he said, turning me to face him. His loving eyes met mine, cupped my face with his hands, and gave me a nice, juicy, tender kiss.

“I missed you, too,” I said shyly, already heating up from his kiss.

“Let’s go eat.” He took my hand and led us to the table next to his desk that I had not seen coming in. Arranged on the table was a bowl of seafood salad, a plate of grilled salmon, and a plate of asparagus.

“Max. This is so nice. Thank you. Do you eat lunch like this all the time?”

“No. I’m usually eating lunch with a client or something I bring from home. It depends.”

Knowing that he had done this for me, I felt grateful. I peered up to him again. “Thank you,” I said as sweetly as I could.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, running his hand down my black silk blouse. “Your blouse feels almost as soft as your body, which I’m pretending to feel right now.” His eyes were glistening, wanting, calling out for me. How could I be hungry when all I could think of was him inside me?

“I can eat, but I’m not starving…if that’s what you’re asking,” I managed to say, feeling his thumb brushing against the side of my breast. Then a little higher…oh goodness…then purposely crossing over my front. The ache between my legs was throbbing. Knowing how good it felt to have him inside me, I wanted more…now. But we couldn’t, we were at work. He had to stop, or I would have no control over what I would never do at work.

There was no point thinking about that now. Max had taken me in with his lips with mad, hungry, passionate kisses. His tongue touched every part of my mouth as if it were his hands caressing every inch of me. Pulling out, heavily breathing, his kisses trailed lower…lower…lower as his hand slid down with him.

I had no recollection of him unbuttoning my blouse, but it was undone for sure, and somehow my bra was unhooked. Moaning from his tongue bathing my breast, I squeezed his forearm tightly, and when he sucked hard on my nipple I quivered, utterly out of control.

“Max,” I pulled away, dazed and confused. “We’re at work.” My breathing was so heavy, I didn’t know if he’d heard what I said.

“The door is locked. Everyone is out to lunch. This room is sound proof, but we don’t have to—”

I didn’t let him finish. Grabbing a fistful of his hair with both hands, I tugged him closer and slammed my lips on his.

“Oh…Jenna.” His voice muffled in my mouth, but there was an excitement in his tone. Needing more of him, I took charge this time and slipped my tongue into his mouth and sucked his tongue the way he sucked my breast. He responded by sliding his hand down my back, then stopped on my behind. His massaging it drove me wild.

Breaking out of the kiss, he sat on his chair and pulled me to him, my front to his. His hand easily slid up my legs since I had a skirt on, and when his finger found my front, I achingly shuddered. G-string panties sure came in handy. With each flicker, with each stroke to my clitoris, I moaned, wanting him inside me now.

“Max,” I cried, pulling his tie, silently telling him what I needed.

“You ready for me?” he asked, standing up. “This isn’t going to be slow and sweet. I’m going to fill your need.” He whipped me around as my chest lightly mounted on his desk. With a zip, he pulled down and stood up. I don’t know where he got it, but I heard the plastic tearing sound. Then unexpectedly, I felt his tongue on my vagina. “Max,” I moaned loudly. That felt so…unbelievably good.

He moved my G-string to the side with one finger, then he was in. Holding both of his hands on my waist, he rocked, then faster…faster, so fast I thought my heart would leap out of my chest. Grabbing my hands on the edge of the table, he was taking me somewhere I’d never gone before. The ache between my legs was gone, and for sure I had reached beyond exploding. Ecstasy filled my head, making me breathless, making me weak, and making me dizzy.

Just when I couldn’t take it any more, Max slapped my behind, not hard, but enough to climax even more if that was possible. I had never been slapped playfully before. In a twisted way, I liked it and wanted more. Just as I climaxed, Max pulled out and held me from behind. We were both out of breath as the heavy puffs of air escaped our mouths. “That was incredible, babe,” he heaved. “That was the best lunch I ever had in my office.”

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Blissful giggles sang out of my mouth. I had completely unraveled this beautiful man, and how I enjoyed doing it. After he helped me, and then fixed himself to look presentable, he served me a plate full of food, then forced me into his lap and showed me the front cover page he was so proud of again.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” I asked, still in his lap.

“I’ll eat later.” He sounded relaxed, content.

Feeding myself didn’t go well with me, so I stabbed my fork into the seafood salad and fed it to him. With a look of surprise and a huge grin, he graciously took it. Surely, one of the ladies he had gone out with had fed him the way I did, but I didn’t know. I didn’t want to think of someone else feeding my Max. Oh God! I called him my Max. At least for now he was. But I had to agree with him. This was the best lunch I’d ever had.

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The rest of the week went perfectly, and that was the only lunch date we had that week. Friday night Max wanted to take me out to dinner. Since he was across town for a meeting, I told him I would meet him at the restaurant. He didn’t like the idea that he wasn’t picking me up and taking me there directly, but I told him it was ridiculous to drive all the way back to work and then back to the restaurant. Not only was it a waste of gas, it was a waste of time, though Max wouldn’t have driven…he would’ve had his driver do it. Following the address he gave me on my GPS, I got there in plenty of time. The Japanese restaurant was cozy, small, but elegant. The dim lighting gave it a romantic feel, and I had to admit, I was overflowing with happiness.

“We have a reservation under Mr. Maxwell Knight,” I said to the hostess.

She studied me for a second, then gave me a big smile.

What was that for?

The hostess told me I could wait at the bar for Max, so that was where I headed. Sitting at the bar, there were several seats taken; probably people who were waiting for their tables as well. With a quick smile to the strangers, I sat with my back to the door and admired the clock on the wall.

Just as the long hand touched the number twelve, a warm body cuddled behind me, and I knew it was Max—just in time. The scent of his expensive cologne was intoxicating. He nibbled on my ear and whispered sweet nothings to me. “Hey, beautiful. Everyone has an addiction. Mine happens to be you. You’re my only addiction, and I don’t ever want to find a cure.”

“Max,” I gushed, giggling, recalling him saying something like that to me before.

Then Max twitched from the sound of his cell phone. “Sorry…let me check,” he uttered. A frown crossed his face.

“Who is it?” I asked. I was concerned, seeing his unpleasant facial expression. Though I knew it was none of my business, and I shouldn’t have asked, I couldn’t help myself. That facial expression worried me deeply.

“Nothing, babe.” Shifting his eyes away from his phone and shoving it back into the holder on his side belt loop, he peered down at me with a smile and held my hand. “Let’s go to our table.”

Getting out of the bar area and into the dining area, I thought he was headed to our table, but instead he took me to a private room, set just for two, with a candle flickering on the center table. Helping me take my coat off, he pulled out my chair, waited for me to sit, and sat across from me. Always a gentleman.

“Do you own this restaurant?” I asked, placing my small purse behind me. The hostess hadn’t escorted us in, and I thought it was unusual to walk into a private room without her knowing.

“My parents do, so I’m not sure how to answer that question,” he chuckled lightly. “I knew they were not coming here for dinner, so…here we are.” He grinned. “How was your day without me?”

Before I could answer, the waitress walked in with two glasses of water and a glass of wine for Max. “Good evening,” she smiled warmly.

I smiled, but Max greeted her. “Hello, Ana. How have you been?”

“Good, thank you, Max.”

A strange, knotted feeling twisted inside me, and I couldn’t help but wonder if they’d had something before. I guessed that it would be natural for them to know each other, but the fact that she was pretty with a gorgeous body, she had called him by his first name, and the way he smiled at her…I had to stop thinking like that. What is the matter with me? Trust…I need to trust him. He hadn’t done anything wrong. Whatever it was, it was in the past…if there was anything there in the first place.

After placing the drinks on the table, she gave us each a menu. “I’ll be back to take your orders.” When she turned, I expected Max to turn to check her out, like most men would have, but he didn’t. He turned to me with an even bigger grin. In a silly way, that put a smile on my face.

“So, as I was asking…how was your day?” Max continued, opening my menu for me. “Pick whatever your heart desires…or I should say your stomach.”

“The same old,” I said, referring back to his question. “But…yes, I have to admit, I did miss you…a little.”

As if I had thrown a dagger into his heart, he placed his hand there with a pretend hurtful expression. “Just a little?” he frowned. “That’s okay. I’m not afraid to say I’ve missed you more.”

His words tugged at my heart. Since I wasn’t sure what to order, Max ordered lots of sushi, sashimi, and things I’d never tried before. This concerned me a little…I was never the adventurous type to try new things. I had always stuck to the same old, usual, safe stuff. But I had to admit, I was glad Max made me try them, because they were delicious.

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As we sat there and ate, Max wrapped his long legs around mine underneath the table as if his legs were arms, wrapping me inside his hold and keeping me there. It was the sweetest thing, like he couldn’t get enough of me, or a part of him had to touch me. I was falling…falling too fast and too hard. Max raised his glass. “Sorry…no wine for you.”

Blushing with embarrassment, I recalled the night when I got really buzzed. “Don’t you want to take advantage of me?” I teased.

“Babe, I don’t need to get you buzzed. You’re high with my presence right now. And if I could close that door and put up a ‘Do not disturb’ sign, I would have you on this table, stripped naked, and eat sushi off your body.”

He was right. Heat exploded, and his words made my clit explode like fireworks.

“You’re turning red as my wine,” he teased, and changed the subject. “Let’s toast.” He held up his glass again and I did the same. “To being lunch, cuddle, sleeping, breakfast, and finally dinner buddies, and to our first date…and more to come.”

With a clink, I gulped practically the whole glass of water. Not only was I thirsty, I was still hot from his flirting.

“So which one did you enjoy the most, or do you have a favorite?” Max asked, taking a bite of the tuna.

“I like the ikura one.” I held it up and carefully placed it in my mouth to look ladylike.

“Why? Do you like the taste or the texture? Each fish has its own unique taste and texture.”

“I like the taste…and…it’s kind of silly…but I like how they squirt in your mouth.” That did not come out well. Max had the most amused grin on his face. I sank into my chair.

“Do you now?” His eyes were glistening, reflected by the candlelight. “Would you like for me to squirt in your mouth sometime?”

I wanted to hide under the tablecloth. “Max,” I whispered, feeling too hot.

Max only chuckled. He knew how I would react, and he enjoyed seeing me all tense and yearning. “Sorry…it just slipped. I didn’t mean to make you blush and get hot and…it’s so sweet how you look so innocent like that.”

I took another sip of my cold water and shoved another salmon piece into my mouth so I couldn’t talk anymore. I wished he would do the same.

“Oh, by the way, referring back to your question about taking advantage of you. Yes, I do. Not here though,” he winked.

I almost choked…not because I thought his words were inappropriate, but because of how he made me feel.

During the rest of the dinner, we talked about our families. Max told me that he practically grew up with a nanny, and that his parents were always busy traveling. Getting deeper into the conversation, he told me he didn’t really have a choice of profession. His dad wanted him and his brother to take over his pride and joy, his company. Seeing no choice and not wanting to disappoint, he had followed in his father’s footsteps. Matthew, on the other hand, did so only for a short period of time, then stopped.

Though at times he’d wished he had a choice, he said that finding me was the best part of his experience with the company. He partially blamed Matthew’s irresponsibility on his mother. Since she was hardly around, and since Matthew was the youngest, he was spoiled and got everything he wanted, when he wanted. Max, on the other hand, wanted more in life, and didn’t want to be like his brother.

As for my family, I told him we were just an ordinary family. My dad worked all his life as a dentist, working six days a week, and Mom was always a stay at home mom. Max said he envied me in the sense that my mom was around instead of a nanny, and I felt for him. This only proved that love and being there for someone was more important than having all the riches in the world. Though I had friends, being the only child got lonely at times, I told him, so he understood from our conversation how much Becky, Nicole, and Kate meant to me. They were my family.

After dinner, we had dessert…green tea ice cream. While we ate, the phone buzzed several times, but after he checked to see who it was, he ignored it. Though I shouldn’t read into it, I couldn’t help wondering who it was. He had that same disturbed look he had produced earlier. Since he’d turned back to me with a smile, I didn’t pursue the questions I wanted ask.

After dessert, Max took me home. He wanted me to spend the night with him, but I told him perhaps another night. I had done it once, but I wanted to wait, and the fact that I was going to see him the next day made it easier to say no. The plan was for him to come pick me up by ten in the morning to head to his parents’ house for lunch.

**

Thumbing through the hangers in my closet, I decided I had nothing to wear. How was it possible I couldn’t find one decent sweater that was presentable to wear in front of Max’s parents? Of course I had plenty, but everything looked so plain. Then all sorts of thoughts circulated in my mind. Would they know we’d slept together? Did they even know I was one of their employees?

The sound of something broke me out of my thoughts. It sounded like our doorbell, but was very faint, so I wasn’t sure. Becky was blasting the music in the living room, and with the sound of the heater running, it was hard to tell. Ignoring the sound, I continued to rummage through my closet as I shook my behind to the beat of the music and sang along. When I heard my name, I froze. Mortified that Max had seen me shake my behind, I dared not turn.

Inhaling a deep breath, I buried my face in the palms of my hands as I tried to build courage to face him. Covering my front with my arms crossed, since I was only wearing a bra and a pair of skinny jeans, I turned slightly to my left, but not all the way. “Max. You’re early. Like…one hour early.” I tried to sound casual, but I was burning hot with embarrassment.