Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
L ila
My body feels extremely hot and there's something hard pushing into my hip. My eyes flutter open and I startle as I realize I'm in bed with Max Spector. And his entire body is against me.
"Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh," I whisper to myself, remembering erotic images from the previous evening.
Max Spector and I had the hottest sex of my life and I want to scream in excitement and tell the world.
I shift slightly, and that's when I realize that he's still inside of me. Are we making love and I didn't know it? I look down at his face, but he looks like he's sound asleep. Then I remember the night before and his asking me about cock warming.
Every image from the moment we’d entered my apartment crashes through my mind. I remember us teasing each other and drinking the Corona, him carrying me to the mattress and sinking to the ground, and us making love. Fuck, that had been hot. He was the best sex I'd ever had in my life. And then, he'd asked me if I'd ever heard of cock warming.
I bite down on my lower lip. I'd never heard of it before, but now that I have, I’m incredibly turned on, and the fact that he’s still inside of me is absolutely crazy.
I shift and feel him move against my inner vagina wall. Fuck, it feels good. And if I'm not mistaken, he's at least semi-hard.
Holy shit. Wait till I tell Zara and Skye what's happened. Though, I'm not sure that I should tell Skye. I don't want her thinking poorly of me.
Who am I? I think to myself.
My breasts feel tender as I shift. I need to take a shower. I still think about how he'd come on my stomach, and while I'm not normally someone that likes men to come on me, I hadn't minded. And even though I’m on birth control, it makes me feel a little bit better that he hadn't cum inside of me, just in case.
I shift again, wondering if I can get out of the bed without him noticing, but his eyes fly open. He stares at me for a couple of seconds before they brighten.
"Good morning, Lila."
"Good morning to you too, Max."
"How did you sleep?" he asks, as he brushes some tresses of hair away from my eyes.
"Pretty good, but I have a little problem."
"Oh?"
"I woke up with some morning wood inside of me." I grin and he chuckles.
"Oh, yes," he says, shifting. "Huh?" He licks his lips, then moves slightly so that he thrusts inside of me. "Oops."
"Oh my," I moan. "Fuck."
"What?"
"So this is cock warming, is it?"
"I guess so."
"You do this with every woman that you sleep with, or...?"
"In fact, I've never done it before," he says, shaking his head. "I only heard about it recently."
"From someone you were?—"
"Not from anyone I was dating or sleeping with. From someone who wishes she had been dating me."
"Uh-huh," I say, as I feel his fingers run down the side of my breasts.
"So," he says, licking his lips.
"Yes?"
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
I giggle slightly, because I know exactly what he's thinking.
"I think so," I say as I shift slightly and push him back.
"Oh…" He grunts as I roll my body over so that I'm now on top of him with him still inside of me. "So you want to take charge, do you?"
"Well, I mean, I wouldn't want you to think you're my boss or anything," I tease, as I run my fingernails down his chest and start bouncing up and down.
"Fuck. Can I wake up like this every morning, please?"
"I don't know. Can you?" I giggle and close my eyes as I continue bouncing up and down on his cock.
He reaches up and grabs my breasts, causing me to cry out as his fingers flick my nipples. They're still sensitive from the night before.
"Oh, shit," I say out loud.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asks quickly, and I shake my head.
"No, far from it. I just don't think I've felt this much pleasure in a really long time."
"Ah. Well, I'm glad to hear that," he says as he pulls me down and kisses me hard.
He grabs my hips, then my ass, and moves his body up so that he's thrusting inside of me from beneath. I moan, as I can feel myself already close to orgasm.
"Fuck," he curses. "I'm not going to last long."
And before I know what's happening, he's going faster and faster and I'm screaming his name out as I come.
"Oh, yeah, baby, say my name," he says, his fingers digging into my hips, hard, as he slams into me one last time and I feel him erupt inside of me.
I lean down and kiss him hard, losing myself in the feeling of his hands tangled in my hair, tugging.
"Oh, yeah," he says on a long, low groan.
We just stare at each other for a couple of seconds until he finally pulls his cock out.
"I think I'm going to go and shower," I say quickly.
"You need anything?"
I nod toward the kitchen. "I have some instant coffee. Haven't had enough money to buy an espresso machine or anything. And I don't have the exact bagel that you like, and I have no lox or cream cheese, but I do have some bread if you want to make some toast?"
"You have a toaster?" he asks in surprise.
"No, but there's an oven, and you can put it on broil and it will kind of toast the bread."
"You need a toaster."
"When I get my first paycheck, I guess I'll be buying a lot of stuff."
"Okay. Very smart, Lila," he says as he gives my bottom a little slap. "Go and enjoy your shower."
"Thank you, sir."
"I would join you, but we do need to get to work sometime today."
He looks at his watch, and I see that it's already nine AM.
"I know," I say, laughing as I head toward the shower. I make sure to grab my phone so that I can text Zara as soon as I get in there.
I close the door and turn on the water, then sit on the toilet. That had actually been the real reason I'd rushed out of there. I needed the restroom a lot more than I needed a shower.
" Oh my gosh, Zara. You're not going to believe what happened last night. "
" What? " She texts back immediately.
" I had sex. "
The phone rings within seconds.
I answer it and whisper, "I can't talk right now."
"You cannot text me and tell me you just had sex, then tell me you can't talk."
"He's still here."
"What?" she screams. "Who did you have sex with? Tell me right now."
"My boss."
"Holy shit!" she says "You did it. You fucked your boss. Oh my gosh. Lila, you're kidding me!"
"No. And have you ever heard of cock warming?"
"No. What's that? Please don't tell me it has something to do with fire. Please tell me you did not burn his cock."
"No, of course not, stupid. Anyway, I can't talk, I'm sorry. I’ll call you later. But look up cock warming, because we did it last night, and it was fabulous."
"You need to?—"
"I've got to go, sorry." I hang up quickly and giggle as I head into the shower.
I want to tell Zara everything, but I know if we actually get into a conversation, it will take forever, and Max will start banging on the door and there will just be too many questions. I grab my shampoo and squeeze it, massaging it into my hair as I relax beneath the hot spray. My body feels spent and exhausted, but it's the best sort of exhausted ever. I don't know who I am or what I've done to the old Lila, but I hope she never comes back.
I grab my body wash and start washing my skin, and immediately, my thoughts fly back to the previous day and being in the gym shower with Max, teasing him with that soap as I touched myself. Fuck.
A part of me wants him to come into the shower so that we can go again, but I know I need to pace myself. I have to figure out what the fuck this is and if it’s going to happen again.
So many questions swirl in my mind.
I don't want to come off as a crazy bitch. I don't want him to think I believe we’re now going to be in a relationship or anything like that, but I do want to know what everything that happened means for my future.
I grab my towel and step out of the shower, opening the door to let the steam out.
"You can shower in a little bit if you want. I just got done," I call into the room.
He's sitting on the edge of my air mattress, looking super tall and super built and way out of place in my little dinky apartment. He holds up the coffee cup and makes a face.
"This coffee is shit, by the way."
"It's instant. What did you expect?" I ask, laughing.
"I don't know. Something better than this. I think we need to get you a coffee machine."
"When I get my first paycheck," I remind him.
"Uh-huh." He stands up and heads toward me. "Why do you look so adorable in that towel? Is it bad that I want to rip it off of you and take you right here, right now?"
"Yeah, well, you're not going to do that because we have to be at work."
"I know. Are you still going to get me my coffee and my bagel this morning?" I glare at him and he starts laughing. "I'm joking, I'm joking. I do not expect you to get them for me today. In fact, maybe I'll treat both of us to breakfast before we go in."
"Oh, you don't have to do that, that's?—"
“No, I know if I expect some good work out of you today, you will need to eat," he says. “And if you expect me to not be a grouchy asshole all day, I’m going to need some food too.”
He steps back for a couple of seconds and takes a deep breath while running his fingers through his hair.
"So there was something I wanted to say before we head out."
"Oh?" I ask him, curious.
The air has shifted slightly and I'm not sure what is going on.
"So, we haven't really known each other that long."
"No, we haven't."
"And you're my assistant."
"I'm the very best assistant in all the land," I say, and he chuckles.
"And, well…I just don't want this to get out of the office, so if we could keep it between ourselves…" He makes a face. "You know, I would appreciate it."
"Of course," I say quickly, feeling absolutely devastated, like some sort of hooker that he's hooked up with on the side and doesn't want anyone to know about. "I mean, it's not like I would tell anyone that I hooked up with you. I wouldn't want to get a bad reputation or anything."
"What does that mean?" he says, frowning.
"I mean I wouldn't want people to think I was sleeping with the boss to get ahead or anything."
"Well, you're not sleeping with me to get ahead. That's not the reason why I don't want to discuss it, I'm just?—”
"It doesn't matter. I'm going to get changed now. I suggest that you have your shower so that we can get some breakfast. There's a lot of work to do today, and I'm sure you're going to want to work on the Jack Whittington case and figure that shit out.”
"About that, Lila?—"
"It's fine, you don't have to explain anything to me. I'm just your assistant, and you're the attorney that went to law school and knows the law and all that good stuff." I shrug. "I mean, hey, you've got to do what you've got to do, right?"
"Are you upset with me, Lila? Is it something I said?"
He steps forward and tries to grab my hands.
"No. I guess I just realized the time and I don't want us to miss any more of the workday or anything." I press my lips together. "You should shower." I give him a fake smile. "And I should get ready. I want to make sure that I look professional, and that no one thinks that I'm sleeping my way ahead at the firm."
"Lila, that's not what I meant. I was just saying that?—"
"It doesn't matter, Max. We had some fun, I'm sure we can both agree to that, but we're adults. That's all it was. We had a fun night, and we don't ever have to talk about it again.” I can hear the petulance in my voice and I know that I should let him explain, but I’m too in my feelings to be rational about what he’s said. I want to tell the world about our amazing night, but obviously he doesn’t feel the same. I’m not going to allow him to see how much he’s hurt me. I can play it cool as well. However, the look on his face tells me that he thinks I’m being a child and my stomach sinks even further to the ground.