Rockin' the Boss (10 page)

He grabbed both my butt cheeks in
his hands and squeezed. I moaned from under our kiss. Finding my anus, he
gently inserted a finger up to his first knuckle. Panicked by the unknown, I
jerked. Pulling his mouth away, Max whispered, “
It’s
all
right darling, relax. You’ve never shared yourself this way with a man before?”

“No,
never.”
I replied, holding onto him tighter as he slowly continued
his quest. Again, I lurched at the unfamiliar feeling.

“I would love to share the
experience with you, my love, but we’ll take it slow, and I won’t do anything
you don’t want me to do.” Carefully, he withdrew his digit from the tight
enclosure. “We can do this another time. Right now, I’m famished, and I know
you are as well.” He leaned down and captured my lips once again before turning
off the water.

Sitting at the mahogany dining room
table, I was deep in thought as Max placed a glass of white wine before me.
“What
are you thinking about, love? I know that look. Your mind is spinning in a
thousand different directions.”

“Nothing really, just that I need to
call Papa. We’re going to have to make time to go visit him while we’re in
town. I can’t tell him something like this over the phone.” I took a sip and
looked directly at him. “I thought I’d call him when we finish here. He and my
mother are at their place in the Hamptons. We could go out there, see them this
week, and get this dreadful news over with. You will come with me, won’t you?”

“Of course I’ll come with you.
Perhaps we could introduce your parents to our relationship as well. Unless, of
course, you don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“That was part of my reason for
wanting you with me.” I reached over and squeezed his hand. “I know they’re
going to love you, especially when they see how happy you make me.”

Retiring to the living room, I made
the phone call to my father. After a bit of father-daughter banter, I told him
I was in town for most of the week, albeit with a busy schedule. He suggested
lunch the following day. Max nodded his head in agreement, and I accepted the
invitation.

“There’s someone I want you and
Mother to meet Papa, someone very special.”

“I take it he’s the reason for your
recent trip to the ranch? We look forward to meeting him,
cheri
. I’ll
send a car to pick you up.”

Walking over to Max, I sat in his
lap and put my arms around his neck. Kissing him on the cheek, I settled myself
in his embrace. “Max?”

“What, my love?” He had his arms
around my middle, one hand rubbing my back.

“I need you to make love to me.”

“Come, I think I can take care of
that.” He helped me out of the chair, taking me by the hand and leading me to
the bedroom.

We each undressed ourselves and slid
between the sheets.
Max
leaned over me as he kissed
me, slowly at first, then passionately taking command. He threw the covers to
the end of the bed then touched me gently. Leisurely, he explored my body,
running his fingers toward my sex.

“Angel, you’re already wet.” I
placed my hand over his as he explored, causing him to take hold of it. “Touch
yourself for me, my love.” He guided my hand, showing me where and what he
wanted. I complied by spreading my legs even wider as I rubbed my fingers over
my swollen nub.

His mouth found my breasts this
time. “Yes, that’s it baby. Touch yourself for me, make yourself come for me.”
He watched as my movements became more intense and breathy. We watched each
other wantonly as I brought myself to the brink.

“Max…”

“I’m right here,
baby
.
Let it go. Come for me.” As the climax began, my body convulsed in rapture and
he straddled me, plunging the entire length of his erection deep within me.

His thrusts became more frequent and
quickening. “Oh God, Max,” I panted, frenzied by another wave of orgasms.

As the last of them subsided, he
slowed his pace and the two of us engaged in sensual lovemaking, a deep
connection between us. As his own climax came to fruition, he placed his hands
under me and arched my back so that he could make his way even deeper.

Rolling off my hot, wet body, Max
pulled me tightly against his chest.
“Baby, will you let me continue what
I started earlier? Will you let me try?”

“Yes, Max.”

He turned me on to my stomach as he
whispered to me, “I promise I’ll go slowly. I want this to be a good experience
for you.”

Suddenly, I felt the drizzle of a
cool liquid spill down my backside into the crevice seconds before he
penetrated me with a finger. I gasped as I felt my body swallow him up, sending
sensations I had never felt pulsing through me.

“You like that, love?”

I nodded and waited for what would
come next.

This time, he completely withdrew,
only to enter with two fingers this time before he
scissored
them apart, stretching me. The intimacy of the act, the fact that he loved and
accepted every part of me, made tears well up in my eyes.

Leaning across my back, Max
whispered in my ear, “Like this, my love?”

“Yes.” For him, I’d endure anything
if it brought us closer together.

My skin was on fire as I moaned in
pleasure and thrust back, wanting more.

“Easy, love.” He quieted me down and
held onto my hip with a firm grip.

He removed his fingers as I moaned
in frustration, only to cry out when he pressed them deeper. With measured
strokes, he pushed his fingers farther, tenderly kissing my backside as he did.

Along with acknowledging the deep
bond of our love for one another, I was acknowledging the pleasure of the act.

“How’s that, baby?”

I whimpered, unable to speak as he
opened me up to one of the most intimate acts possible.

“When I get inside you, it’s
possibly going to hurt a little.”

I nodded as I took everything he
showed me. He glided his hand down until he found my mound and settled it
there. I groaned as one of his fingers slid between the slick folds, grazing my
clitoris. “Max…”

He draped himself over my back until
we touched cheek to cheek. I melted into him. “I love you, baby,” he whispered
as he pulled out his fingers.

He spread more lube on my backside
and the tender area. He aligned himself behind me, his hand around my hip, and
fit the swollen head of his cock against my rosette.
A gasp
escaped from me as he eased in, one torturously slow inch at a time. The burn
returned as he paused when the tight ring of muscle resisted his entry.

“
Take a
deep breath and relax. You’re going to be all right, baby. Now arch your back
and push out for me. That’s it, my love.”

He used his hands to spread my
cheeks apart as I did, opening me even wider just for him. “Damn, baby, you’re
so tight. The sight of you taking me is almost too much. Relax a little more.
Yeah, fuck yeah. That’s it.” He moaned in pleasure and with one last
shove
, he slid past the constricted muscles and sank deep
inside me.

This was so much more intimate, our
connection without words, our mutual moans blended in a rhythm with the slow,
synchronized thrusts.
Wrapping one arm around me, he whispered, “I don’t know how
long I can hold out against this much pleasure. I need for you to take
everything I can give you, baby.”

He flexed his hips and pressed a
little deeper, making my need even greater.
“Yes, Max, I will.”

“That’s my girl.” He cooed, holding
me tighter. “Spread your legs a little more for me.”

He dragged his fingers across my
swollen clit as he completely penetrated my rectum.

Never had anything felt so consuming
to me. When I fell off this edge, it would be beyond anything I’d ever felt before
because it would involve my entire body and heart…and the man I loved would go
with me.

The sensations tightened, began to
converge, as he thrust into me and played with my slick mound. “You ready,
baby?”

He plunged into me over and over as
white-hot sensations ripped through my being. I bucked with him as one orgasm
turned into another. I could literally feel him moan as he pounded into me,
releasing his hot, molten cum within.

As our movements stilled, he
collapsed on top of me, still buried deep.
“That, my love, was incredible. I
love you so much, baby.”

I turned my head. “I love you too,
Max. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.”

He withdrew slowly and snuggled me
against his body as tight as he could. The new experience had bonded us even closer
together. The remainder of the night was spent in sensual lovemaking and sleep,
the first of many we would share.

* * * *

As promised, late the next morning a
car arrived to pick us up and take us to the family compound in the Hamptons.
Max settled in for the ride, watching scenery pass by, while I attended to
business.

He noticed that I was wearing the
earrings he had given me. He leaned over. “I see you wore the gift. They look
quite nice.” He growled playfully into my ear.

Placing my mouth next to his lobe, I
whispered back, “A handsome man whom I love very much gave them to me.” I
kissed him on the cheek, looking at him lovingly as I sat back up.

“Did he? I’ll have to have a word
with the scoundrel about horning in on my woman,” he teased. “I love you,
Ashleigh.”

“I love you, too.” Glancing up, I
noticed the familiar surroundings as the limo drove down the private street
where my parents live. “We’re here, but
don’t worry
,
Papa won’t bite.”

“It never crossed my mind,” he
replied, grinning.

Standing outside the vehicle, I
looked around at the surroundings and noticed Max doing the same. Focusing on a
movement at the front door, I took his hand as I saw the familiar figure walk
toward us.

“Come on,” I whispered as I rushed
toward my father. Greeting him in our customary style, we kissed each other on
each cheek. Then, taking Max by the hand, I introduced the pair.
“Papa,
this is Max, Max Frazier. Max, this is my father, Benoit Thomas.” The two men
shook hands and exchanged niceties before strolling toward the entrance.

“Come, your Mama has done nothing
but talk about your visit all morning.” Father’s slight French accent was
extenuated by a slight grin tugging at his mouth.

A while later, the four of us were
seated outside on the patio having lunch. Mother had numerous questions
regarding my obvious relationship with Max. Inadvertently, she made one
statement that caught me off guard.

“It is too bad you and Max didn’t
meet years ago, sweetheart. You could have had some beautiful babies together.”
She sighed before she finished, “I’m so thankful you have him in your life. You
seem so much happier, Ashleigh.”

I pretended not to hear all of what Mother
had just said. “Yes, Mama, I’m happier than I have ever been thanks to Max.” I
glanced at Max with a sly smile before I looked uncomfortably away and over at
my father, knowing Mother meant nothing malicious by her comment. She just
spoke her mind, sometimes without thinking about the consequences.

As the meal ended, I looked toward
Max, silently letting him know about the subject I was going to approach to my
parents.

“Papa, I learned some very
disturbing news that I know is going to upset you. I myself learned of it just
a couple of days ago.”

“What is that,
cheri
? It
must be serious by the look on both your faces.”

“I learned that Richard is not dead.
He’s living outside the country, somewhere he cannot be touched by the
authorities.” I glanced at Max, then my father, and finally my mother.

Papa’s anger was boiling over by the
expression on his face. He slammed his fist down on the table and began
spouting obscenities in French.
“So the bastard, he set up his own
accident to make it look like he died in that car? Have you contacted our
attorneys to take care of any legal repercussions?”

“Of course I did, Papa. They are on
the matter, including filing divorce proceedings for me. Max and I wanted to
tell you and Mama immediately and in person.”

“How did you find this out,
cheri
?”

Max interjected, trying to save me
the pain of lying to my father. “I was with the British SAS for a few years,
and a contact of mine, whom I served with, got hold of me and told me.
Evidentially, Richard is being looked at by a couple of governments for various
scams.”

The explanation seemed to calm the
older man. “Do you know what he’s being investigated for?”

“No sir, I don’t. My friend couldn’t
tell me. He was aware that I knew Ashleigh, and when the information came
across his desk, he thought he should give me he a heads up.”