It is going to be a long fucking night.
Chapter 5
Maxwell
I hope Lexi slept as badly as I did last night. I jacked off three times after she walked out of my hotel until I finally crashed out past midnight. I woke up this morning and the first thing on my mind was Lexi; her big brown eyes, long brown hair, beautifully olive-tanned skin. Everything is so natural about her. She’s like an addiction that I can’t get enough of.
I’ve sat at my desk for the last two hours trying to work, but I keep checking my emails to see if Lexi has emailed the contract back to me, but she hasn’t. My mind runs through all the possibilities of why she hasn’t signed yet. Maybe she’s had second thoughts. Maybe she realises she can’t work with me after all. Maybe she regrets our time together. But maybe I’m just being a paranoid dickhead and I need to get my head out of my arse. Lexi didn’t seem like the kind of woman that would quit easily. I like that about her. She can give as good as she gets.
I get up from my desk and pour myself a whiskey from the decanter. I don’t usually drink during the day, but I need something to take the edge off before I go crazy.
“Bro, your cleaner is here,” Brendan calls through the door and leaves just as quickly.
I swear that kid is here to test my patience. How could my parents get him so wrong when they produced three hardworking older kids? Me and my two older brothers are all into hospitality. We had a good role model with our father; he taught us that hard work pays off. Brendan is just a differentbreed. Is he such a spoiled little brat or is he just pushing my buttons? Is it just a different generation thing? I shake my head at my thoughts. I’m not going there today. I leave my office to find where said cleaner is. I don’t have to look very far because Alexa is putting down boxes in my lobby. She’s dressed down today in a pair of jeans, a tight T-shirt that showcases her ample tits, and a pair of Crocs. Even dressed like that, she’s stunning.
She looks up as I approach. “Sorry, I was going to call first but I was passing and wanted to start dropping off our cleaning products and supplies. Along with this, of course.” She hands me the contract, and I flick through to see her signature messily scrolled in black ink. I don’t show it on my face, but deep inside, my body is singinghallelujah.
“Thanks. You don’t need to call… ever. Let me help you with these boxes. I’m going to kill my brother for leaving you like this.”
“In his defence, he was a little busy with the handyman.”
“No defence. His manners are at the bottom of a fucking barrel somewhere. Just lift what you can. Brendan and Paul will bring the rest to your office.”
I bend down and pick up a stack of the boxes easily. Alexa picks up two and follows. “I didn’t know I had an office here. You didn’t show me that yesterday.”
“You know now. I’ve got the perfect place for you.”
I just thought of this when I saw Alexa standing with the boxes. She needs somewhere to work when she’s here. She needs storage space, and I’ve got a vacant office that will hopefully be okay for her needs. I would have probably only filled it with junk anyway.
I push through the private doors and walk us to the end of the corridor. I shove through another door, kick the door stopper in place to hold it open, and put down the boxes in the corner. I stand back to watch Alexa’s face when she looks around. She walks straight over to the full-length glass wall that looks out onto the swimming pool.
“Wow! It’s a beautiful office.”
I walk up behind her and test the waters to see how she reacts to me. “You can see out, but no one can see in,” I croakily whisper near her ear.
She doesn’t jump, but her back tenses, pushing closer into my chest. She’s centimetres away from her back leaning against my chest. I run my hand down her arm to her hand, entwining our fingers, rubbing my thumb across her wrist.
“Max, we can’t.”
“Sshh. Right now, we can be Max and Lexi. Out there, when we’re working, we can be Maxwell and Alexa. You said yourself that you don’t want blurred lines. Well, we can have fun with our multiple personalities.”
She doesn’t pull away from me. I can feel her body melting into me. It’s all I need to take control. I spread her hands out on the glass in front of her, wrap my arms around her, and run my hands down her breasts, pulling and nipping as I go.
“Are you sure no one can see in here?”
“Positive. Just think of the excitement it will give when the swimming pool is open, and we’re standing here fucking one another.”
She groans and throws her head back onto my collarbone. “What are you doing to me, Max?”
“Hopefully turning you on.”
“I need you. But I shouldn’t be doing this. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
Those three little words are worth more than a million pounds. I completely ignore the latter part of what she said. I pop the button on her jeans and edge them down her legs, kissing from her arse cheek down her thigh. Her Crocs go flying with the removal of her jeans. I remain crouched on my knees. I reach between her legs to her centre and rub through her panties. The mewls coming from Lexi already have my dick ramrod straight. I bite the side of her thigh lightly and pull down the thin material stopping me from exploring her most sacred area. Today, I’m sober and I want to experience every inch of Lexi and more.
She tries to turn, but I stop her. “Hands on the glass, Lex. Don’t remove them until I say so.”
I praise her by pushing through her soaking wet folds, rubbing her clit, teasing her playfully. She pushes her arse back and I bite it. The pain of the bite, the thrust of my fingers… she detonates on my hand. I can’t help but smile at how responsive she is to me. She’s every man’s fantasy.
