It feels weird hitting the button for Maxwell’s floor when I walk into the building where all the partners live. I’ve never been to his apartment before. I don’t even know what he needs dry cleaned or where to find it. His words play over and over in my head.

“Only an idiot could screw it up.”

When I unlock the door, it isn’t much different from Jax’s as far as layout, but their styles are definitely like night and day. Jax’s taste is highly sleek and modern, but Maxwell’s apartment looks more like a beach house. The living room has a shelf with seashells, and photographs of him surfing.

My cheeks flush at the sight of him in nothing but low-cut swim trunks. His body is definitely not hard to look at.

Tiki masks hang on the walls along with more photographs of the beach. If Maxwell loves the ocean and surfing so much what in the hell is he doing in Dallas? He should be living in Malibu or something. I walk around downstairs looking for the clothes I need to drop off but don’t see anything.

Making my way upstairs I find his bedroom first. The bed is unmade, and there are dirty clothes strewn everywhere. There’s a camera mounted on a tripod. I know I shouldn’t touch it, but I can’t help but be curious. If he has a security camera in here I’ll definitely be fired.

I hit play and my brain immediately screams for me to shut it off and sprint from the room, but I can’t look away. Maxwell is on his bed with one arm behind his head. He’s completely naked stroking his huge cock with the other.

What the hell is wrong with him? Why would he video himself jerking off?

How am I ever going to look him in the eye again? Some things you can’t unsee.

Run!

I can’t look away, though. It’s like a car accident on the side of the road. A beautiful, muscular, car accident with a giant dick. My thighs squeeze together and I curse them silently in my mind. His fist glides up and down as his eyes close. Suddenly, two women climb onto the bed and join him. They block the view and I don’t know what it is, but I find myself wanting to claw their eyes out. It’s too much. I have to get out of here. One of them takes him in her mouth while the other makes out with him.

It’s so…filthy.

Run!

Warmth spreads through me as I hear a groan of pleasure erupt from his mouth.

I don’t know what comes over me, but my fingers move down through the V of my shirt and into my bra. I tweak one of my nipples, watching Maxwell and his filthy threesome. My other hand moves up the bottom of my skirt, rubbing my clit over my panties.

Brian, my ex, liked to watch porn. But none of the guys in the movies were Maxwell. This is all so—wrong.

I push thoughts of that bastard away. He dumped me when I refused to put out. We fooled around a lot but never went all the way.

I know what I’m doing right now is wrong, but Brian never made me wet like I am right now watching Maxwell. The thought scares me. I have a job to do. Jax would murder both of us if he knew what I was doing right now, or that I fantasized about his friend.

I flip the screen around to face the bed unable to resist what my body needs.

Fuck it. I’ve never done anything wild in my life. I deserve this. Get it out of my system and get back to work.

I pull my skirt up over my hips and push my panties to the side as I sink two fingers in my pussy. My eyes stay on the screen while one woman sits on Maxwell’s face and the other rides him. I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be one of those women, taking that thick cock. Jesus, he’s beautiful.

I imagine his hands gripping my hips.

My thighs quake as I imagine riding him. Having him all to myself. I pull my fingers to my mouth and lick them clean before pushing them back in.

I can’t take my eyes off the screen. Max is now behind the woman that was on his face, taking her hard and fast. Her face is buried between the legs of the other woman.

I watch as the muscles in his back flex with his movements. The sound of their bodies slapping together is interrupted when my phone goes off from my purse up on his dresser.

I ignore it and allow myself to finish what I started. I rub my clit faster as I smell the strong scent of his cologne on the sheets.

My orgasm rolls through my hips and my fingers sink deeper into my pussy, hitting my most sensitive spot. My thighs squeeze as my walls clamp around my fingers and I ride this incredible wave of pleasure.

I look back to the screen and see Maxwell slapping his dick on both of their asses as his come spurts out all over them.

Jesus, the man is hot and clearly knows what he’s doing in the bedroom. How am I going to work for him?

The phone starts ringing this time, and I know I need to get out of here.

I scramble around the room picking up any dirty clothes I can find. Hopefully, by the time I return to the office I’ll have scrubbed these images from my mind.

When I get out of his apartment I notice he sent me a text.

Maxwell: I want a footlong hot dog from Hayward’s

I nearly choke as I read the message.

Jesus. Get your mind out of the gutter.

I’m sitting in my car still trying to catch my breath and come down from my release when another message comes through on my new company phone.

Maxwell: You okay?

My heart goes into panic mode when my brain processes the words. I know he’s just checking on me, but I immediately feel guilty. Does he know what I was doing in his bed? Is he fucking with me? What if he tells Jax?

I take a drink of water and try to calm down before replying.

Claire: Do you want sides? Something to drink? Toppings?

The phone rings and I see it’s him.

I don’t want to answer but I know I have to if I want to keep the job. How would I explain myself to Jax if I don’t make it one day?

Right now, my first instinct is to leave and just keep driving. I can’t believe I just went to town on myself on his bed. I want to just disappear.

I shake my head and clear my throat before I swipe the screen.

“Hello?”

“Find my suit?”

I gulp. “Mmhmm.”

“Why were you ignoring me? I don’t like to wait for shit. Get it done and meet back here. We’ll eat then.”

“Okay.” My finger practically cracks the screen I punch it so fast with my finger to end the call.