My body is on fire with raw desire. Max makes me crave wicked things. The way my body comes alive under his touch—the way he kisses me—it’s intense. I never knew a man could make me feel this way.

When he asked me if I wanted him to film this I knew without a doubt I did. I want to know that he’ll watch it and think of me because I want to do the same. If all I ever have of him is this one night, at least I’ll have something to remember it by.

There’s something about him that makes me comfortable.

I feel safe.

His lips claim mine and I’m lost in the moment again. The weight of his body presses down on me as he lines his thick cock up with my entrance. His tongue plunges into my mouth tasting and exploring. Before I know what happens, he fills me again, and I suck in a huge breath. There’s pain, but nothing but pleasure follows it. My pulse hammers in my ears as our bodies are joined once more. My whole body trembles beneath him. I’ve never felt so—alive.

My arms hook around his neck, clinging to him as he pins my knees up to my shoulders and fucks me with precision, hitting my sweet spot with every stroke. I’m falling apart at the seams—unhinged as my nails scratch down his back.

“Fuck, Claire. So tight.”

I love knowing that I drive him crazy.

That this man wants me as much as I want him.

Max pulls out to the tip then slides back in, driving into my body as the headboard bangs against the wall.

“Oh, fuck. Max.” My eyes roll back in my head as another orgasm cascades through my body.

He pumps into me three more times and I feel his cock kick deep inside me.

He pushes in as far as humanly possible and lets out the manliest grunt I’ve ever heard in my life. Hot jets of come shoot into my pussy as he shudders above me.

I put my palm on the side of his face as he spills into me. He’s so beautiful and everything about it feels just—perfect.

Collapsing next to me, he lays his head on my chest and sucks my nipple into his mouth. His fingers move between my legs, gathering some of his come that spilled out. I shudder as my body greedily reacts to his touch, but I’m too tired to move.

Rubbing his fingers along my slit he slides them farther back until they’re pressed up against my ass.

His thumb teases at the sensitive skin, pressing deeper. “Soon I’ll be the first to take this too.”

My body tenses at the thought of him fitting his big cock in my ass, but I do enjoy the way his fingers and thumb feel.

Eventually, we both drift to sleep.

* * *

I wake the next morning alone in his bed. My body is so stiff I don’t think I can move.

I ache in the most delicious of ways but I’m ridiculously sore everywhere below the waist.

Slowly, I make my way from the bed to the bathroom and clean myself up.

My head pounds as I wash away the evidence of the night we shared. His smell is still on my skin and I breathe it in. It’s such a horrible idea the more I think of it. He’s my boss. My brother’s friend. But I don’t know how we can go back to the way things were after last night.

It was amazing.

After showering I help myself to one of his shirts. My panties are history and my pants are probably still on his balcony.

I start to go downstairs in search of Max when I overhear him talking to someone else in the room.

“Jesus, must’ve been a good night. You look like shit.” It sounds like Brodie, one of the other partners at the firm. I can’t be sure but I’m almost positive it’s him.

“You have no idea.” I can practically hear the smile in Max’s voice and I feel all giddy inside.

“Who is she?”

“No one you’d know. Random pussy.” He laughs and my heart sinks.

I can understand him keeping it a secret, but something about it hits me in the stomach like a sack of bricks.

“Anyway, I need you to go over this contract for a merger. I’d do it but I’m swamped with the baby and everything.”

“No problem. I’ll try to have it on your desk after lunch.”

“Appreciate it.”

I wait until I hear the door close. When I’m sure Max is alone I go in search of my pants so I can get the hell out of here. Asshole. How could I have been so dumb?

The sex was amazing, but him, not so much the morning after.

I rush past him as he starts up the stairs.

“Hey.”

“I need to go.” I don’t dare to even look at him because I don’t want to be tempted again. He’ll have some excuse. Lawyers can talk their way out of anything.

“Can I give you a ride home or something?” I can hear the confusion in his voice, but I shake my head and go out on the balcony trying like hell not to cry.

He follows me out.

I just have to hold it together for five minutes and I can be done with this.

Some first time.