“I think they can see,” I said.
Max lifted my skirt but didn’t say anything.
“Max…”
I felt his erection straining against his linen pants, pressed against my ass.
“Relax,” he said in a stern whisper. “I’ve got this.”
I trusted him, and honestly, the proximity to people walking by added more than a little extra thrill.
Max’s fingers slipped beneath the elastic on the leg-hole of my panties. He pulled them to the side, while simultaneously using one finger to brush over my sex, slipping through the folds, upwards, making a quick touch-and-go on my clit, sending a jolt of need through my body.
With both hands, he held onto my hips and pulled me back toward him. I wore heels, but still needed to get on my tip-toes a little as he lined up to enter me.
The head of his excited cock notched at my opening of my pussy.
And he pushed in with a long stroke.
I gasped and my eyelids fluttered in response, then I refocused on the view in front of me — people dressed for work, tourists dressed for a day of exploring, a postal worker carrying a large bag, a woman jogging by with a dog, families, individuals…a cross-section of people strolling by as I stood there impaled on Max’s magnificent erection.
“I can’t stay out of you, Olivia.”
I breathed heavily as he fucked me, deep and slow.
With one hand he bunched my hair in his fist, turning my head to the side. He craned his neck to reach me, and his tongue plunged into my mouth, sweeping through my mouth, a move he synchronized with each thrust of his hips, shoving inside me.
He was doing me harder than usual, his lust surely spiked as high as I’d ever experienced it.
“Max,” I said through a long exhale. “Fuck me just like that. Don’t stop.”
His voice like course gravel, he said, “I would never stop if I didn’t have to, Liv.”
“Oh, God,” I sighed, feeling the warmth of the first spurts of his come.
Max buried his face in my hair against the back of my head.
I reached up, behind me, and held onto the side of his face.
He kept pumping his hips as he pumped his semen into me.
“I’m going to come,” I said. “Make me come, please.”
Max kept going, not losing his erection at all after coming.
My legs got weak. Max noticed. He wrapped one arm around my waist and lifted me off the floor a few inches, turning us both around.
I hated the feeling of his cock slipping out of me, but it was only for a moment.
He hovered over me as he lay me on the desk. He worked my panties down my legs.
“I’m going to make you come all over my cock, Liv.”
I opened my eyes and they locked onto his burning gaze as he stared back at me, picking up the pace, driving into me so hard.
He wrapped my panties around both of my wrists, then pushed my arms up over my head. With one hand, he held my bound wrists in place, trapping me as he wanted me.
His hips got into a steady rhythm for a few moments, his free hand lowering down to my sex, as he massaged my clit with his thumb.
Then, a knock at the door.
“Olivia?” It was the voice of Kristen, my assistant. “Your lunch is here.”
A smile spread across Max’s face.
I was breathing heavily, almost gasping for air.
Max fucked me harder.
“Better answer her,” he said.
“A minute!” I said. It was all I was able to get out.
“Okay,” she said, barely audible to me now from the other side of the door, but also because my heart was beating so fast and hard it was the loudest noise I was picking up.
As Max thumbed my clit in circles, my stomach muscles started to contract and relax, and one of the most intense orgasms of my life began.
The clenching tightened around his cock as I arched my back and moaned.
Max came again. It was the first time I had ever had that happen with any guy, let alone Max, and now I knew an entirely new side of his potent virility.
SIX
Getting to know Monica and Loralei was good for me. It was nice to have some girlfriends and feel like there was more to my life than work and home. Not that either of those aspects of my new life with Max were lacking in any way. It’s just that sometimes you need space even from the things you value most.
What I didn’t plan on, however, was the revelation that occurred one day while the three of us were having lunch in Beverly Hills.
We were halfway through our meal when Monica asked about the new production company. I told her how hard Max was working, and she said, “He’s always been a workaholic as long as I’ve known him. But, trust me, I’ve never seen him happier, and it’s not just about the company. I can’t imagine Max ever being giddy about something, but you’ve almost made him that way.”
It was such a sweet compliment, especially coming from someone who had known him for years. I started to thank her, but Loralei spoke first.
“I agree. Even happier than when he was with Ty, and I never thought I’d see that.”
Monica looked at Loralei, then immediately noticed the quizzical expression on my face, and she probably saw me swallow hard, too.
“Oh, sorry,” Loralei said. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No.” I cleared my throat and reached for my drink, desperately needing to wash away the sudden dryness in my mouth and throat. I’d never felt so jealous in my life. And Max had never mentioned anyone named Ty. “I don’t know who that is.”
The two of them looked at each other, as if they were engaged in some kind of telepathic rock-paper-scissors decision over which one should tell me about her.
Loralei said, “Tyler Morgan. She lived with Max for a year.”
“Just over ten months,” Monica added.
Loralei looked at Monica. “Close enough.” She looked back at me. “Anyway, they were pretty serious. But Max didn’t know she had a secret life going on.”
My stomach sank and I felt like I was going to lose everything I’d just eaten. I tried to keep a stoic look on my face, though. I didn’t want to give them any reason to stop telling the story.
“She was an up-and-coming actress,” Loralei said. “She hadn’t been in anything big yet, but her name was tossed around town for several projects by major directors. And one of those was Max.”
“But it never happened. She was heavily into drugs,” Monica said.
“I don’t know how she hid it from Max all that time,” Loralei said. “Or how she hid it from us. Nobody noticed a thing. Until the end…”