Page 144 of Joey

“In my pocket.” He shrugs.

“Can I have them back?”

He pulls me into his arms, sealing his mouth over mine and kissing me so hard I almost come again. I rub myself against him like a bitch in heat until he breaks our kiss, looking down at me with a devious glint in his eyes. “Will you be good for the rest of the day?”

“Yes. I promise.”

He pulls my panties from the pocket of his suit pants before crouching down on the floor to help me. “You’d better put them on before Ash and the new guy come back in here.”

I step into my underwear. “His name is Romeo.”

Max pulls them up my legs, securing them in place before pressing a soft kiss against my pussy through the fabric. Then he smooths down my skirt and stands. “Romeo, huh?” He arches an eyebrow at me.

“Yep.”

He rubs his hand over my ass and squeezes. “I should have fucked this too.”

“Maybe tonight. If you’re good,” I whisper.

“I’m always good, aren’t I?”

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I offer him my sweetest smile. “You, sir, are incredible.”

He drags his bottom lip through his teeth, like he’s contemplating throwing me back down on my desk and fucking me again right now.

“We both have to work,” I remind him.

“I know.” He sighs, annoyance flashing in his eyes. “I wish I could take you home right now instead of having to wait until later.”

“I think my butt needs a break from your punishment.”

He smooths his hands over my behind, soothing the raw skin. “No more spanking tonight, baby. And after you’ve sucked my cock, I’ll run you a bath and you can soak this beautiful ass while I make you dinner.”

“You’re still making me dinner?”

“It’s my turn,” he says with a shrug. Then he gives me a quick kiss on the tip of my nose, puts his belt and jacket back on, and opens the door to my office. Sticking his head out, he tells the guards to come back inside. Ash walks in and sits in his usual seat in the corner of the room. Romeo follows, and as he ducks into the room, he looks toward me and smirks. Unfortunately for Romeo, Max sees him too.

Grabbing him by the neck, Max throws Romeo across the room, and he crashes into the wall. “What the fuck was that?”

“What?” Romeo asks, feigning ignorance as his face turns an unnatural shade of gray.

Max stalks toward him. “Don’t play fucking games with me, dipshit. What was the smug grin on your face for when you walked in here?”

“I-I—”

“I just fucking saw you, so think very carefully about what I’ll do to you if you lie to me,” Max says, the timbre of his voice so low and menacing that it even gives me goosebumps.

“I just…” Romeo squirms under the heat of Max’s glare.

“You just?”

Romeo’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “We heard you,” he whispers, and his cheeks turn a deep shade of crimson.

“You heard me fucking my wife?”

Romeo nods.

“You hear me spanking her bratty ass too?” Max asks with a grin.