Rockin' the Boss

by Jamie Salisbury

  “That sounds wonderful. Did you have somewhere in particular in mind? I can think of nothing better than to spend some time alone with you over a nice meal.”

  “Come on then—” His sentence was interrupted as it began to rain with a vengeance. Both of us soaked to the bone, Max finally hailed a cab.

  Laughing inside the warmth of the car, I pushed the hair out of Max’s eyes. “How about we stop at the deli near the apartment and grab some stuff to eat. We’re too wet to go anywhere else. But I want a rain check, Mr. Frazier, perhaps for dinner.”

  “Me thinks that’s a better plan, my lady. I seriously doubt we’d gain entrance like this.” He smiled broadly, his accent thicker and sexier.

  Entering the apartment, we removed all of our rain-soaked clothes. I took the two bags of groceries, with Max’s assistance, into the kitchen.

  “Come on,” he said, taking my hand, “hot shower first, food second. We’re both freezing cold from being wet so long.”

  Once under the steaming water, we lathered each other with the richly-scented lavender soap that was my favorite. Max took me in his arms, his mouth commanding over mine as his palms slid down my body.

  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 muscl
es 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.”

  “Thank you, Max. I can see you care deeply for my daughter and her welfare. I hope this matter does not interfere with the relationship the two of you have.”

  Max reached over and took my hand. “Yes sir, I do, and I shall never allow anything bad to happen to her. None of this business with Richard will interfere with our relationship.”

  “You have quite a diverse background, Max. I’m impressed. Quite a jump from British SAS to rock star.”

  “Yes, sir, however, I started out as a rocker. When I was younger, my singing career seemed to wane, so I decided to try something different—thus my career with the SAS.”

  I noted that the two men seemed genuinely at ease with each other. I felt a slight smile cross my lips, and though I tried to keep my expression solely for Max, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that it had not been entirely lost on my mother. Once Max acknowledged me with a lustful look, I made eye contact with my mother and grinned broadly.

  “Is there no way you and Max could spend the night, Ashleigh?” she asked. “We haven’t seen you in months.”

  “I’m afraid not, Mama. Max has obligations this entire week in Manhattan for interviews and such on late night and early morning shows. We’ll work something out as soon as this media blitz is done.”

  “What about Labor Day weekend?” Papa compromised. A subtle way to let me know they wanted more time with me and to get to know Max better. “We plan on having our usual end-of-the-summer party.”

  “We’d love to come,” Max replied, “provided my schedule is clear.” He looked in my direction and a naughty smirk crossed his face.

  “Right now your schedule is open that weekend,” I replied. “I hate to leave Papa, but we need to think about getting back into the city.”

  Chapter Eight

  On the trip back into Manhattan, I leaned against the seat. “My parents, they liked you. And thank you for helping me with the situation regarding Richard. I knew my father would want more facts, and I was dreading the thought that I would have to lie to him.”

  “I knew you weren’t looking forward to having to tell your parents, my love.”

  “Max, what do you think we’re going to have to do for the feds? I can’t imagine us walking into a couple of Richard’s clubs is all they have in mind, can you?”

  “I’m not sure, outside of teaching you to use a weapon and me practicing. They may want
to train you on how to react in certain situations, in case that might arise. Why do you ask, sweetheart?”

  “I’m curious, that’s all.” I replied as I looked out the window.

  “You sure that’s all? Come here.” He pulled me close to him and wrapped his arms around me. “Everything will be fine. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

  “I know you won’t. It’s just…I’ve never done anything like this before.”

  “You’ll be fine. What else is bothering you, my love?”

  “My mother’s remarks. She speaks without thinking sometimes. Children are something we’ve never spoken about, Max.”

  “No, we haven’t. I know what you’re thinking, Ashleigh, and don’t go there. To put your busy little mind at ease, I’ll tell you my thoughts on the matter. Then, we’ll talk about it after all this is over and not a minute before.”

  “Go ahead, Max,” I replied anticipating the worst.

  “While I love children, I’ve never much had the desire to have my own. Call me selfish, but there are too many children in the world who come from broken homes, or worse. If the urge were ever to come to me, I’d like to think we could adopt, if we couldn’t have our own, of course. Okay?”

  “Yes, thank you, sweetheart.”

  * * * *

  Before either of us knew it, the week of non-stop media blitz was over, and Agent Keller had us both on a firing range. Max needed little practice as he’d kept his skills up, by way of letting out his frustrations. To everyone’s amazement, I proved to be a far better markswoman than they had first thought.

  “She’s a natural,” I heard Agent Keller tell Max as I completed another perfect test.

  “Yes, she is.” Max replied with pride in his voice. “I think she surprised herself.”

  “Well, she’ll have no problem passing certification.”

  I continued to listen to the two men from my current location a few feet away, while I pretended to study my firearm.

  “Keller, I didn’t want to bring this up in front of Ashleigh today, but what’s our next move?”