“No,” Max repeats, his fingers straying higher. “Bryce and Hudson are back tonight. This may be our only chance to be alone for a while.” He looks almost wistful. We would have to chat about that. For a couple of weeks now, I’ve been feeling a bit of tension between the brothers. Not enough to worry me, but enough to make me think a discussion is needed to lay some ground rules. All of them want to spend time alone with me as much as they want to spend time with me together, and a couple of times more recently there have been moments where it has been a little tense when it came to the alone time and doubling up. A rota doesn’t sound like the right kind of term to use in a relationship, but ours is beginning to need something like that, some way we can rotate the time we spend together. That talk is for later when the guys are home, right now me and Max have some horniness toaddress.
“Then I guess we’d better make the most of it?” I uncross my legs, parting them as much as the skirt willallow.
“Damn it, Icy, I swear you wearing this skirt and looking allhot secretaryhas me in all kinds of bother.” He presses a hot kiss against my neck, his fingers now blazing a trail towards mycrotch.
“Hot secretary. I think you’ve been watching way too much porn,” Igiggle.
Max laughs softly in my ear. “I can’t help it if you’re fulfilling every fantasy I have. I’m a lucky man, Iguess.”
“You guess?” I pull a face, feigningupset.
“Iama luckyman.”
“That’s better. Now stop talking and kiss me. Sarah’s got us covered for the next half an hour orso.”
“Second to you, Sarah is about the best bloody PA ever,” Max says, before sliding his lips against my own. His kiss is warm and familiar and melts me entirely. Each of the brothers have their own style of kissing. Max often kisses me slowly, savouring the moment when our lips collide. He could kiss for hours, and frankly I could let him. There have been many occasions when I have almost orgasmed from his kisses alone, which is a bloody feat in itself. Bryce’s kisses are more urgent, a clashing of lips, teeth and tongue. Most of the time he kisses like he makes love, passionately and with utter abandon. Those times I am completely lost in his arms, both physically and metaphorically. Hudson is somewhere in between. There are days when he takes my breath away with a kiss and I feel the love behind it, the honesty. Ever since he admitted he loved me, it’s like a bottle has been uncorked and all this emotion is flooding out of him. It’s beautiful. Other times the dark, hard-edged part of his nature takes over, and he kisses like he has everything to lose and nothing to gain, like it’s the last time we’ll ever be together. On those occasions, I feel such a surge of love and heartbreak for him because I can almost touch the damaged parts of him when he is raw and unguarded like that. They all have a similarity though; their kisses are full of love. I am loved by these men. It’s still a wonder tome.
“Icy, I could kiss you forever and never come up for air,” Max murmurs against mylips.
He eases me down onto the sofa and I wrap my arms around the back of his neck. Until now, none of the brothers have instigated sex at work, but I must admit, the thought of him taking me right now is a huge turn on. Groaning into his mouth, I pull him tighter against me. Max is as excited by the notion of us fucking on this sofa as I am. My skirt has made its way up around my waist and Max’s hands have found their way up my shirt and under my bra. The pad of his finger swirls over my nipple, sending pleasurable waves right to where I want them. He grinds his hips against mine, the firmness of his cock sliding deliciously against my already wetknickers.
Then the phonerings.
“Damn it,” Max groans, instantlystilling.
“Ignore it,” I say, pushing my hips up againsthim.
“Christ knows I want to, but it could beimportant.”
The phone rings incessantly. Whoever it is, they’re not goingaway.
“You’d better answer. It’s Friday afternoon, it might be something you need to deal with before the weekend.” I sigh, thoroughly disappointed now. “We can always fulfil your secretary fantasy anothertime.”
Max gives me a quick kiss on the mouth. “Hold that thought, okay.” He stands, pulling me up with him. I adjust my skirt and shirt, and Max does up his belt. If anyone were to walk in now it would be so obvious that he and I have been busy making out. Just as well he has a large mahogany desk to sit behind to hide hisexcitement.
“Max Freed,” he says as he snatches up the phone. He looks at me and mouths, “Hudson.”
“Yes, Louisa’s here. I can put you on loudspeaker if you want.” He pauses. “Sure, hold on.” Max presses a button and Hudson’s voice fills theroom.
“Louisa, how’s Max treating you?” Hudsonasks.
I glance at Max and we share asmile.
“Max is being a most attentive boss. How’s it going in Amsterdam? Are you enjoying the tourist spots? Red light district interesting, isit?”
Hudson laughs. “I have no desire to go there, baby. Although Bryce did smoke a joint last night. Now that was prettyentertaining.”
“He smoked a joint?” Max says with a laugh. “The last time he did that we were seventeen and he puked up half hisstomach.”
“Well, that’s because you were drinking cider aswell.”
“Tell him not to make a habit of it,” I say, partly amused and partly annoyed. I know Bryce wouldn’t take it up, but my history of dealing with the other side of addiction isn’t something I want to replicate any timesoon.
“Hey, baby. It wasn’t a whole joint, just a couple of puffs. He didn’t particularly like it… the hash cakes, on the other hand, weregreat.”
“Hashcakes?!”
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” Hudson says quickly, recognising when I am losing my sense of humour. Nisha had lost her mum to drug addiction, which had started with smoking the odd joint and ended up with heroin and cocaine abuse. It isn’t a subject I like to jokeabout.