Rockin' the Boss (3 page)

I had needed to train an assistant
and thought Lisa would be a perfect match. She was part of the group I
assembled to oversee Max’s career and needs. Lisa, however, was quite smitten
with Mr. Frazier, a little too much for my comfort zone.

“Ashleigh, where are you?” the young
woman asked, her voice as grating as her informality.

“I’m in New England taking care of
some business for my father. Why?”

“I’ve been trying to reach Max and
haven’t been able to find him.”

“Well, Max is a grown man, Lisa. He
probably took advantage of having some down time before he goes into the
studio. I’m sure he’s fine.” I cast a quick look toward Max who appeared to be
studying the conversation as it unfolded.

“Shouldn’t he let me, or someone,
know where he’s going when he goes out of town?”

“No, he shouldn’t. If he was going
off for an extended period of time, he’d let someone know. Was there anything
else?” By now, I was more than a little irritated by her line of questioning.

“No ma’am,” she replied.
Disappointment was evident in the sound of her voice.

“Good. I’ll be checking in off and
on. Have a good evening, Lisa.” I hit the end button and gazed over at Max.

“Well, someone seems to be concerned
about you and your whereabouts, Mr. Frazier,” I teased, throwing him a smile.

“Yes, she is a tad on the smothering
side,” he replied, his accent a little thicker once again.

I
wondered what he’s thinking.
“Lisa is the last thing you need to
worry about, Max. Unless of course…”

“She’s definitely not my type,
Ashleigh. Don’t go there, please.” His body language confirmed his words.

“I was joking. But if she makes you
uncomfortable, tell me and I’ll assign someone else to head up your account.
Okay?”
I need to change the subject
.
“Would
you like to check this new show out tonight? I was able to get tickets, thanks
to my girlfriend. She had them delivered downstairs to the desk.”

“Yes I would.” He ran his hand
through his long, dark hair.

“I thought it would be best if we
caught the early show. You’re not the easiest man to take out in public you
know.”
I grinned, thinking of how some of the younger girls might
think he had the looks of one of their favorite vampire actors, with his
longish hair and good looks.

“What’s so amusing?” A smirk
appeared on his face.

“Just envisioning the scene if
someone recognized you.”

“I see,” he replied, winking.

I shivered again at the personal
attention he seemed to cast my way.

A few hours later we caught a cab
for our evening out. Max dressed in dark gray slacks with a matching shirt of a
darker gray hue. I put on a simple off-white blouse and black slacks. We snuck
in and caught the first show, then walked through the casino afterwards. Max
suggested dinner at an out-of-the-way restaurant, which sounded too good to
pass up.

Once seated at a quiet table, we
sipped on a Merlot he had picked out as he turned the discussion in another
direction, away from his thoughts about the theater.

“Have you thought about what we
might do with the remainder of our time? I’m sure we will be returning here in
the next few weeks, aren’t you?” He swirled his wine glass, watching the liquid
intently. A sly smile crossed his face.

“We could stay here, or we could fly
somewhere close…unless you’ve thought of something.”

“No, I haven’t exactly.”

“How would you feel about Wyoming?
My family has a ranch outside Jackson Hole. No one will be there. They’re all
in the Hampton’s.”

Max reached his hand across the
table, taking hold of mine and pulling it to his mouth to kiss the back. He
gave me a smoldering look and I wondered if tonight he might pursue what my
whole body ached for him to.

“Whatever you decide, I know it will
be incredible.” He smiled at me lustfully as I slowly freed my fingers from his
grip.

The waitress interrupted the moment
with our food. Neither of us spoke for several minutes, lost in the pure
enjoyment of our dinner. Then, Max poured us another glass of wine.

“I think you’ll enjoy the ranch,
Max. I always like going there to recharge. It’s isolated and pristine. The
sort of peace you can’t find in the city.” I eyed him as he watched me, acutely
aware of the strong, sexual undercurrent that had developed over the evening.

His stare caught mine. “What?” He
too must have been cognizant of the unsaid transpiring between us.

“Nothing, I simply thought how easy
it is to be around you. I’m quite comfortable with you.”

“Thank you, ma’am, I’ll take that as
a compliment.” He winked at me. “And, might I add, I feel the same about you.
You’re very
comfortable
to be around,
Ashleigh.”

The conversation continued until we
finished our meal and left the restaurant.

Inside the apartment, Max poured us
both a brandy as we sat next to each other on the overstuffed sofa.
“Ashleigh,
I need to tell you something.”

Suddenly, I could feel something in
the air.
“What Max?”
I know
what’s coming
. Perhaps not the words, but the context of what he was
about to say.

He leaned closer and took my hand.
“I know at this phase of our lives, we’re both beyond the game playing we did
when we were in our twenties. I’m attracted to you, Ashleigh…a lot. I want to
make love to you.
Very much so.”

He kept his focus on my face and
squeezed my hand. I stared into his eyes. I felt a modest smile form as it
crossed my lips, and I squeezed back.
“I would like that too.”

Placing his snifter on the table
beside me, Max leaned over and softly kissed my lips before possessing them
with his. His tongue probed and licked before he parted them, searching and
exploring my mouth. When our tongues met, it was like sparks ignited and a fire
ensued. The endless tangle left us both breathless.

When we broke apart, he took the
glass still in my hand and placed it next to his. He stood, guided me to my
feet, and without another word, led me down the hall to the bedroom.

Quickly, he removed both my blouse
and slacks until I stood before him in only my bra and underwear. Pulling me
tightly against him, he kissed me everywhere, caressing my skin softly with his
mouth. He eased his hand over my back, quickly undoing my bra and throwing it
on the floor. Placing his palms over my behind, he drew me as close as he
could. His fingers grasped the edge of my panties and slid them down.

He bent, kissing along my body until
his lips reached my mound. Stopping, he lightly ran his tongue over the most
sensitive spot before he had me step out of my panties. As I did so, I grasped
on to his muscular shoulders. Once he straightened, he quickly removed his
clothes, revealing a dark patch of pubic hair before his cock sprung free from
its constraints.

Easing me down on the bed, his mouth
claimed mine, his hands roaming and exploring every inch of my body. He stroked
one of my breasts as I clung to him. My breath hitched as he leaned over and
sucked the nipple. The sensation made me jump as he eased a hand down between
my legs.

“God baby, you’re so wet,” he
groaned as I unconsciously spread wider. He circled my clit with his fingers
until he finally eased two of them into me, moving in and out. Hearing me moan,
he urged me on, making my juices flow with each plunge. After a few minutes, he
settled between my thighs, easing his manhood to my entrance. He pushed in
slowly, one inch at a time—never easing, just a relentless motion.

I wriggled under him and lifted my
hips, as I took him as deep as he would go. He grabbed my rear and pulled me
tight against him.

“Max,” I heard myself keen. He was
big inside me, stretching my insides with his cock.
God, it’s been too long since I’ve felt pleasure as good as this.

“What baby? I’m right here.” Raising
my legs over his shoulders, he pushed deeper until his balls rested against my
body. Then, he pulled back until he was at the point of withdrawal, making me
gasp. He plunged back in, my swollen nub stimulated by every thrust.

Under him, I writhed and moaned, “Oh
God, Max, harder.”

He didn’t change his rhythm. “Not yet,
baby, soon.”

My taut nipples scraped against his
chest hair. His dark brown eyes gazed down at me as he moved deeper inside me
with every stroke, silently telling me to take all of him.

Experiencing sensations I hadn’t
felt in years, I took him with all that I had. Everything within me responded
to him.
“Max…,” I heard myself mew as I thrashed under him, my body
near the point of explosion.

“God, baby, I could stay inside of
you all night and still want more.” I lifted my head and kissed his lips, as
the two of us opened ourselves to each other.

Pleasure spiraled through me, down
to my core, making me squeal as I desperately cried out for him.

“Ashleigh!” he screamed, as he
slammed harder into me.

“Yes, God, yes…” I met his
piston-fast pace. He seemed to harden the more I spoke.

He stared into my eyes with his—that
were now a deep shade of blackish brown—as he slid his hand between us and
rubbed my clit with his finger. “Come with me, baby.”

My orgasm at that moment could not
be stopped, as molten sensations ripped throughout my body. Not just from my
core, but from every fiber of my being, as he grabbed hold of my behind and
clutched me hard against him. He called out my name as his own orgasm came hot
and liquid within me.

I threw my arms around him and held
him close. As our panting subsided to a normal rhythm, I eased my grip and he
lifted up to look down at me.
“That was incredible, luv. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that
connected to a woman before.” He kissed me passionately before rolling off, his
arm bringing me tight against his side.

“Hmmm, I know. You felt so
fantastic.” I wrapped my leg around his thigh.

“Do you think you’re up to being in
a relationship with a rogue like me?” He kissed the top of my head. “I mean,
seeing where this might lead us?”

“You brought out feelings inside me
I forgot I even processed. Yes, let’s see what happens and where it takes us.”
I knew in my heart that Max was a man I could trust unconditionally, unlike
Richard.

We awoke twice during the night to
make love. The first time, I found his hand cupping one of my already sensitive
breasts and pinching the taut nipples, which made my pussy slick for him. He
slid me onto my stomach, and we made love as though the two of us were
desperate for the other’s souls. Then, just an hour before waking for good, I
emerged from sleep as he pumped with slow, sensitive strokes.

“Good morning, my love,” he cooed,
continuing his rhythm, as he greeted me with a loving smile.

“Good morning,” I replied, “
Mmmmm
, I could get used to waking up like this.” I looked
up at him, and we stared at each other until our mutual orgasms put us both
over the edge.

* * * *

On the way to the airport, Lisa
called once again. I let out a loud sigh and showed him the phone so he knew
who was calling. He rolled his eyes.

“Yes, Lisa, what’s going on?” I
hoped the conversation wouldn’t take too long. I did not feel like listening to
her first thing this morning. Not after her comments the day before.

“Are you sitting down, Ashleigh?”
she asked, sounding like she’d just found out some dire, national security
secret.

“Of course, what is it?”

I glanced toward Max. He looked out
the window, shaking his head.

“Max Frazier is into the sex club
scene!” she squealed.

“And just where did you hear this
nonsense?”

“A very good source of mine told me
Max frequents upper crust sex clubs. So, don’t you see? That’s probably where
he disappeared to.”

I was on the verge of losing my
temper, but somehow held my tongue. “Have you told anyone, anyone at all, about
this? Because that’s how rumors get started.”

“Just
Misty and some of the others here.”

“Christ, Lisa! I thought you were a
little more professional than that. I don’t want you to repeat a word of this
to anyone else, and try to clean up the mess you started before I get back. Do
I make myself clear?” I hung up and turned my phone off before the girl could
answer. I was livid—so mad I couldn’t see straight.

“Stupid,
stupid girl!”
I ranted at no one in particular.

Max quickly turned his head.
“What on
earth did she say that made you so angry, my love?”

“I need to calm down first. I’m so
furious right
now,
I might say something I’ll regret
later.”