Escape down under

by S. M Phillips

  "I wouldn't want to wear you out if you're tired angel. Maybe you should get some rest." So not only has he woke me up, worked my body up for him to pull away, he's now mocking me? I wait until his mouth grazes along mine and bite down on his lips... Hard. He spins me around in an instant, so that my arse is up in the air and my head us pressed into the pillows. It's feels sexy as hell when he tries to control me like this. I arch my back and await his welcome assault on my body, but it doesn't come.

  "How much do you want me to fuck you Jess? How much do you want to feel me thrusting hard and fast inside of you?"

  Oh bloody hell, now he's getting all kinky on me. When I don't respond, my arms are pulled back behind me and he grips both of my wrists in on hand. I don't think I could be more turned on if I tried. A ripple of sensations flood through my body as his mouth connects to my sex, sucking, nipping and licking in a devine rhythm. I can't stop my hips from rocking back and forth, as I edge closer to my release.

  "Don't move Jess. I'm not ready for you to come just yet angel." I let out a frustrated moan as he holds my hip firmly in place. "The more you move, the longer I'll keep you waiting, you should know this by now angel."

  Is he for real? How the hell am I supposed to stay still when he is sending my body into over drive?

  "I'm waiting to hear you angel. Don't hold back; let me give you what you need. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you."

  I can't hold back anymore. This is pure fucking torture. His fingers linger around my opening. He knows exactly what I want but he won't give in until I tell him. What a stubborn bastard. Desperate for him to be inside me, I shout "Just fucking fuck me Max. I want to you to fuck me now, harder than you have done before." I feel the bed lift up as he shifts his weight and before I have a second to register what is happening, he is slamming right into me.

  "You're. So. Fucking. Beautiful." He says in between each powerful thrust that he drives into my body. Who knew that giving up this power, this control to Max would be so exhilarating? Unable to control my body, I work my hips and meet him thrust for thrust as I reach my peak. Everything goes blurry, my hands fist around the sheets, so much that I can feel my nails pierce my palms, but the slight sting adds to the pleasure. This man is something else, he really is. No sooner have I finished, I can feel myself building up again as he chases his own orgasm. His hands dig deep into the flesh of my hips as he throws me back into him and after a few more plunges we both come together. I can feel his release inside of me as I contract around him.

  Thoroughly fucked, I roll onto my back as he collapses on top of me.

  "You're going to be the fucking death of me woman." None of us are ready to break the connection just yet. Max's hands are lightly trailing up and down my side and my hands are playing with his beautiful head of hair. The only sound in the room is our rugged breathing and our heartbeats hammering against each other.

  "You and me both, muscles." I think quietly to myself. There's no going back after this, that's final. Once you have had a taste of perfection, you'll never be able to carry out the rest of your days settling for something almost just good enough. We lay like this for some time until I remember the reason that he woke me up.

  "I thought we were in a rush and had to leave?"

  "We do, but as you kindly reminded me before, I'm the boss and I can do what I want from home. So I did." A grin so wide spreads across that beautiful face, I love that grin so much. "But now we actually do need to leave. I've got heaps of paper work to go over and I'd love for you to meet the team and maybe you could settle into your office?"

  I find Max in the foyer, all suited and booted for his day at the office. He never fails to blow me away. I've decided on tailored tan crop pants and a long sleeved white blouse. Not underdressed but not over kill either. I settled on my fail proof flats too. If I'm going to be meeting a bunch of new people, I don't want to be wobbling around looking like I have bladder issues. Comfort is key.

  "You ready angel? Let's go."

  I follow him out after picking up a travel mug that Max must have made for me before while I was getting dressed. I smile at his thoughtfulness and step into the car. Not a romantic my arse.

  About twenty minutes later we pull up outside a hotel resort. Desired Dreams is written above the entrance in bold chrome lettering.

  "This is the office?" Each window has a spacious balcony and it goes up at least twenty stories high. The beach is directly opposite. I don't know why that surprises me; everything here is close to the beach.

  "Sure is. This is where the development will take place too."

  I look up in awe. If the inside is anything like the outside, it's going to pretty hard to create something similar.

  "It's gorgeous, really it is. Is there anything beautiful left that you don't actually own?"

  "I do have one more thing on my wish list, but I'm not sure if it's for the taking. Only time will tell."

  "Come on lover boy, we have work to do, no?" I roll my eyes pretending that his comment has had no effect on me, when really I can't wait to sit down and take the pressure off my shaky knees.

  The main entrance to the hotel is warm and welcoming, a large reception desk runs the full length of the back wall and seating areas are scattered about throughout the foyer. Blacks and gold hues dominate the interior giving it a luxurious feel.

  "Wow." I say automatically, spinning around to get a view from every angle. Max holds onto my side and ushers me forwards, leading me in the direction of the lifts.

  "How big is it?"

  "Surely you should know that by Jess, or would you like me to show you again?"

  "I meant the hotel." I laugh at his comment. However, I wouldn't mind him refreshing my memory from this morning. I try to erase the images that flash across my mind, but with Max stood next to me, it's pretty hard to forget.

  "It's quite large. It has 375 double rooms, a spa, gym, sauna and twenty meeting rooms. The whole top floor is the penthouse."

  "Jeez, pretty big then. How come you're adding to it?" I'm a little confused why you would want to renovate something that looks pretty damn perfect already.

  "I think it just needs modernising. Adding a few exclusive villas on site will give the guests far more options when they book their stay." He kind of has a point, I guess.

  The lift doors ping open and we step in. I watch as Max keys in a code with one hand and pulls me closer to him with the other. The sexual chemistry is so strong, it's practically fully charged and bouncing off the mirrors. I want nothing more than to touch him, to run my hands over that firm, toned chest of his. Shit, being in such a confined space with him is playing havoc on my body.

  "I know you want to touch me, to feel me pressed hard against you as I pin you against the glass. I can see how aroused you are and I haven't even touched you. Fuck, if I don't want that too, but do you really want to risk the chance of getting caught getting down and dirty with the boss on your first day?"

  Yes. Yes I fucking do. Right now, I wouldn't care less if the whole company was watching me. I know he's waiting for a reaction from me. A signal as to whether he should push me further or not. One thing I do know is that he has aced getting me in a state just before I am about to meet my new team.

  "You look fucking amazing when you get embarrassed, almost as good as when you’re aroused. But when you combine the two together, fucking hell. Maybe I should keep you in this lift after all." The heat of his breath blows on my face as he tells me what he wants to do to me. I open my mouth as his lips almost touch mine. The lift doors ping open just as he pulls away from me. Arsehole. I feel a little bit dazed and it takes me a minute to pull myself together.

  I come face to face with another reception area as I walk out of the lift. Ceiling to floor glass windows are present all around this room, filling it with natural lighting.

  "This is the executive floor. That's my office right there." He point to a glass door to the right. "And this right here is your office." Mine is
completely opposite Max's, also with a glass door so we will be able to see what we are doing all day. I'm not sure if that's really a good thing, but I'm sure we'll soon see.

  "Our assistants are also positioned on this floor and they man the reception desk here." He waves his arms around towards the large desk that is positioned in the centre of the the room. It looks pretty vacant to me. "Only us four have permission to stop on this floor. No one else can enter without my permission, so you shouldn't get any guests wandering around while you’re up here."

  "I'm guessing it's their day off?" I ask when I don't see them anywhere.

  "Most likely lunch, we could have arrived sooner but I think someone has other ideas? Are you calling the shots on a PA that you haven't met yet?"

  "Not at all. I thought they might have taken the day off if we didn't need them in today. I'm actually quite a nice person to work with." I can't see how I am going to get much work done with Max only a few feet away from me.

  "Would you like to see your office Miss Townsend?" Nodding, I follow him across the room.

  "If you insist Mr Wild."

  My hand flies over my mouth as soon as I enter my office to cover the gasp that I am about to let out. It's laid out exactly like my office at Stanton's. The closer I get to the desk; I notice it even has my old photos that were on my desk back home.

  "How?" I ask, in utter shock as Jen smiles up at me from outside the London eye. It's a fairly recent picture that we snapped while pretending to be tourists. We always do crazy stuff like that whenever we get bored, hop onto the tube and see where the day will take us. The other one is of me, George and Jen, pissed as farts pouting at the camera on one of many cocktail nights. God I bloody miss these two so much. If only they'd just be able to fly out and be here with me, my life world be perfect. Maybe I could ask Max to hire them both.

  "I wanted you to be as comfortable as possible while you're here. I hope you don't mind?"

  Tears begin to fill my eyes at his kind gesture. "God no. Not at all, it's a lovely thought. My office truly looks amazing. I think I'll be more than comfortable in here. Thank you."

  "Now that I know you’re happy with everything, what do you want to do now?"

  "I thought you had heaps of paperwork that you had to get through?" I mock him from this morning.

  "I do. I just didn't think you'd want to stay with me while I get through it is all. If you stay it will only prevent me from getting most of it done. You could always go and use the spa?" That actually sounds like a perfect idea. First I need to be able to find it.

  "There you are."

  You have got to be fucking kidding me. I look over my shoulder and see bright auburn hair that matches that god awful screechy voice.

  "Max sweetie. I'm so glad you're back. I didn't expect you to be in the office until tomorrow."

  I thought I'd make a start on some stuff and show Jess around her office."

  Stella's eyes bulge out if her head when Max leans into me and presses a soft kiss on my temple. She actually looks outraged. This look fills me with nothing but sheer joy. "I believe you have already met?"

  Stella looks completely taken a back for a moment until quickly brushing it off. Did she not think that I would tell Max about her more than colourful arrival?

  "It's a pleasure to meet you again Jess." Holding out her hand, she wears a butter wouldn't melt smile that lights up her whole face, but I can tell from her eyes that's she isn't impressed with me being here. I’d love to know why she's here. Is she that desperate that she has to come to his work to see him?

  "Jess, Stella is my assistant so you'll see her around here quite often." Come again. Did he just say what I think he said? I have to work with her? Shoot me now. "Jess is a designer from Stanton's. It goes without saying that you girls will get on fine. I mean both of you love shopping right?"

  I don't know whether he is being serious or if he is just trying to ease off the tension that has consumed my office, either way I am not going shopping with this bitch. She'd probably leave me stranded somewhere where no one could find me and I'd die a slow painful death, and she’d probably come back to watch too.

  "I'm sure we'll get along just fine, don't you agree honey?"

  "You bet'cha." I say as sarcastically as I can manage.

  "I was hoping to have a word with you Max while you're here if that's okay... Privately?"

  I find it sweet that Max looks at me to check I am okay with this. He clearly knows we don't like each other. I bet he's wondering what he has let himself in for.

  "Sure. I've got a couple of things that I can be setting up in here anyway."

  I wish I could see Stella's face as Max grips the back of my head in his palm and pulls me towards him. "I won't be long; once I've done we can go and check out that spa."

  MAX

  "Since when did you live at my house?" Stella takes a seat opposite me at my desk, a look of sorrow resting there.

  "I know how it sounds Max, but it wasn't like that. I meant I practically live there more than her. I didn't know she meant anything to you. I just thought you'd stepped up your antics and allowed someone to stay over."

  "You've never been to my house so how can you live there more than her? Jess isn't like the others okay. If you can't be nice to her, don't talk to her at all, you got it? I won’t have the office turned into a battle ground."

  Fuck I hate arguing with Stella, but she can be so frustrating at times. It isn't even worth thinking about how badly yesterday could have turned out if Jess hadn't of called her up on it.

  "I don't have a problem with her, I'm sure she's a lovely girl. I just don't want you to be taken for granted you know? You're new to all of this and how do you know if she even feels the same?"

  "That’s the thing, I don't. Both of us are seeing where it goes. Shit it might not even be permanent, especially since she lives in England. If it's meant to work out it will." Why am I pouring my soul out to Stella? I thought she wanted to talk to me about something? "What did you want to talk about anyway?"

  "Oh. I just wanted to apologise for not getting most of the work done while you were away. Stuff got pretty heated around here while you were gone."

  "Yeah? What happened, nothing major that I need to be aware of?” I know how Stella and Liss can be when they are in the same room for more than five minutes. In all fairness I am amazed that the hotel is still standing.

  "I don't want to be a bitch, so please don't think I am, but Liss can be a bit hard to deal with when you try and explain things that need to be done. If I’m being honest, I think I would have gotten more done if I had been on my own and not had to babysit those two."

  "Two?" What is she going on about? I only left her and Liss in charge, so what the fucks been going down while I've been away?

  "It was only Heath, he stopped by to make sure Liss got here and left okay."

  "Melissa was being a diva with me when I arrived in London so I arranged for Heath to keep an eye on her."

  "I get that, but she can be a bit demanding at times."

  A laugh erupts from me at that comment. "Stella, are you actually sat in front of me telling me that my sister is high maintenance. Are you serious?" I have to calm my breathing before I can continue. "You're one of the most demanding people I know."

  "Exactly. So I find it hard if other people start acting the diva."

  "So why did you turn up at my place yesterday?"

  "Just to check in on you. I've got to admit it was a shock seeing Miss prim and proper home alone. I mean you have always been so private."

  "Who I choose to have at my place is my business Stella. I've already told you we’re seeing how things go. Fucking hell, you’re not my fucking mother."

  "I wasn't saying that Max. I care about you and I don't want to see you get hurt. She doesn't even know you."

  Wow this is awkward. I don't want to get frustrated at Stella, normally I'm quite laid back with her but she's driving me fucking insane. My defences sh
oot right up every time she mentions Jess.

  "I see. Well she must be pretty special if she's sticking around. Either that or you haven't fucked her yet."

  I stand, anger radiating within me. "Stella, I don't mean to me rude, fuck actually, yes I do. Where I stick my dick and how many times is my fucking business. Do you hear me asking how many times you've spread your legs this week?"

  "I'd gladly tell you sweetie." She knows I'm after a reaction and she won't give it to me. "Well I look forward to seeing this new side to you. Let's see how long it lasts." I watch as she stands and leaves my office. I swear if I haven't known her as long as I have, she'd be out that door and never coming back.

  Jess is still busy in her office, I'm tempted to go and drag her away for the day but I've got shit that needs to be sorted.

  "Wild." I don't bother to check the number as I answer, my eyes trained on the feisty, smart mouth girl across from me.

  "Oh Max. I'm so glad you answered."

  JESS

  I know something is wrong before Max charges into my office. His face is pale and worry and fear is written all over it.

  "Get your bag. Move, move." His breathing is laboured, I almost tell him to sit down, but something tells me he won't listen. Whatever it is, it must be pretty bad.

  "What's happened?"

  "I'll tell you on the way. Just hurry. We need to go." I don't need telling twice. I grab my bag and run out of the office towards the lifts, pressing the calling button as soon as I reach it. Sweat is dripping from Max, he's absolutely saturated and his hands begin to shake.

  "Hey, whatever it is, I'm sure it will be fine." I know I can't promise him that, but it's all I have to try and calm him. He remains quiet until we are in the car.