Max threw his head back and laughed.
I cupped the back of his neck and pulled my fiancé down to me for a ravenous kiss for all the office to see.
Chapter 22
Max
Janie kissed me like she never had before. Her fingers at the nape of my neck slid up into my hair and she hooked a leg around mine. She practically purred against me as I wrapped an arm around her waist and held her to me.
I never wanted to let go.
But Janie broke the kiss and pulled back with tear-stained rosy cheeks. “We should probably close the blinds.”
“And lock the door.”
“Good idea.”
I let her go. Janie stepped back, a little unsteady on her feet. She waited for me as I closed the blinds and locked my office door. If people had seen us kissing, or me proposing for that matter, they didn’t let on. Finally, we were plunged into solitude.
I turned back to Janie as she untucked her blouse and pulled it off over her head. She tossed it aside and it caught on the armrest of one of my comfy chairs.
“I’m so glad I called you drunk from my bathtub in New York,” she whispered.
I couldn’t imagine what today would look like if that phone call had never happened. Janie would still be in the Big Apple and I’d be here, worrying over a baby that didn’t exist and a future that was a figment of Sienna’s lies.
I’d be miserable, lonely, and longing for the woman I loved.
“I’m glad too,” I said as I loosened my tie.
“This should probably be the last time we have sex in your office.”
“That’s not the kind of thing my wife would say,” I said.
Janie’s laughter was light and bubbly. She reached behind her back and unzipped her skirt so she could step out of it. Her long legs were on display and I had a hard time looking at anything else as she ran a finger along the waistband of her silky black panties. “Your wife. I like the sound of that.”
So did I.
Janie lifted a hand and curled her finger, beckoning me to come closer. “What are you doing all the way over there?”
I shrugged out of my suit jacket and draped it over the other comfy chair. I began unbuttoning my white shirt as I approached Janie, who unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor with her skirt. Her breasts were perky and full and begging to be worshiped. Sunlight streamed through the window at her back and I thanked the building’s design for placing my office in a section where not a single soul could see through my windows.
The sunlight painted her in all her glory.
I tossed my shirt aside. Janie stepped out of her panties and shot them at me like a slingshot. I tucked them in my pocket.
“I’ll need those back when we’re done here,” she said.
“Then you shouldn’t have shot them at me.”
Her cheeks burned pink as I closed the space between us. “And just what do you intend to do with a pair of my panties?”
“Keep them so that I know you’re walking around here in that sexy skirt with nothing on underneath.”
“You’re a devil.”
I caught her around the waist, pulled her in, and dropped her low. “I’m your devil.”
She let out a breathless sigh. I silenced her with a deep kiss. Janie melted in my arms and I pulled her back up in a flourish. She balanced on the balls of her feet and let me lead her to one of the comfy chairs. I sat her down as I finished stripping out of my clothes. She watched every move I made with her bottom lip pinched between her teeth.
When I dropped my pants and boxers, she sat up a little straighter. Eager anticipation was written all over her face and she made to go to her knees, but I stopped her with a hand on her chest.
She melted back against the chair. I went to my knees in front of her and spread her thighs. Janie rested her head against the back of the chair. I slid my hands under her ass and pulled her right to the edge of the seat cushion before I leaned in and tasted her. Janie moaned softly. Somewhere out in the office, a phone rang. Seconds later, Shawn knocked on my door.
Janie stiffened.
I let my tongue swirl over her clit.
She gripped the armrests. “What if that’s important?”
I suckled her clit, drawing it between my lips and flicking my tongue over it. She flinched and jerked.
“Max,” she breathed.
I ran my tongue up her slit. She was swelling before my very eyes and turning a magnificent shade of pink. She glistened for me. Whoever was knocking on the door could wait.
I eased a finger inside her and continued worshiping her clit. Janie sighed with pleasure. The alertness she’d had a minute before when someone knocked on the door vanished entirely as she turned to putty at the end of my tongue.
“Good girl,” I mumbled between her thighs.
Janie reached down and plunged her fingers into my hair. She held me there, my lips sealed over her clit, my finger inside her pressing up against her G-spot, and rolled her hips. She rode my finger and teased herself on my tongue, her desire unabashed and unhinged. I felt the muscles in her hips and ass tighten with every rotation as she drew closer to her climax.
I wasn’t going to let her get it by working for it herself.
I shifted, dropping one knee to the floor and lifting the other so I could get better leverage. Janie gasped as I gave her another finger and pressed deeper. Her fingers fell from my hair and I planted a hand on her lower stomach to create pressure.
She whispered my name but I cut her off when I started flicking my fingers up and down inside her.
Her eyes rolled back. I let out a primal growl of satisfaction as her fingernails clawed at the chair and her back arched.
“Let it go,” I breathed.
Janie’s breath hitched, and I fucked her harder.
She started to come all at once. A cry left her, and I stood up to silence her with a kiss. All the while, she gushed and writhed beneath me, but she never begged for mercy. She could always handle so much more than I ever imagined.
Janie lay panting in the chair while I searched my pockets for a condom. I found the one I’d stashed in my pocket before we left the house this morning. Sure, we’d fucked like rabbits all night long, but I knew there was a chance something like this might happen today. I couldn’t keep my hands off her, after all.
Janie tried to sit up as I rolled the condom on and turned back to her but her muscles were mush. She gave me a dreamy smile as I returned once more to my knees and dragged her back to the edge of the cushion. I lifted her legs and rested her calves against my shoulders. She gripped the back of her knees as I pushed in deep.
She pulled me in one inch at a time. She was slick with her juices and her pussy pulsed around my cock with need. She was still riding out the storm of her orgasm. I reveled in the pressure, the squeeze, and the release as I gave her every inch I had.
Janie whimpered my name and reached out for me.
I dropped over her and folded her in half. Her own knees were pressed to her shoulders but she didn’t seem to care. She wrapped both hands behind my neck and held me there for a long kiss while I thrust my hips in steady, consistent motion. Not only could I feel how wet she was, but I could hear it too.
I ran my hands down the back of her thighs. Janie quivered. I squeezed her ass, nipped at her bottom lip, and found her clit with my thumb. I pressed down and rolled in circles and Janie gasped as her pleasure mounted once more.