Max blew a strawberry blond curl out of her eyes and frowned. Rafe tapped a finger lightly on the end of her nose. “How many times do I have to tell you to call me Max?” “Yes, red is a really good color for you, Maxine.” Rafe stood and grinned down into her pretty smiling face. “Look, Rafe! Isn’t my new phone cute! I love it! Best of all I can surf the Internet much faster and open some pretty large files. Max came into the building and immediately searched the security desk for Rafe she grinned when he looked up at her with a smile. It was definitely time to stake his claim. Would she run screaming for the hills at the mere suggestion, or would her eyes glaze over and heat with desire? Rafe groaned under his breath and readjusted his trousers as he realized the effect his thoughts were having on his cock. He wondered how she’d respond to a good spanking. Max also needed a firm hand to help ground her and keep her organized and he was just the man for the job.
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She was too pretty to remain free for long and he didn’t want another guy poaching his girl. Rafe had tried to be patient and let her get used to his friendship, but it was past time to start laying plans in place. One way or another though, little Miss Maxine’s days as a free agent were numbered. He’d been flirting with her months but was beginning to think it would take a sledgehammer to make her realize it.
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His little Max was blessed with some delightful curves-from her large full breasts to the delicious bottom that seemed to beg for his attention. He loved the way her black knee-length skirt hugged her full bottom. Her green eyes had practically shot sparks.
Rafe bit back a laugh as she snapped the last bit out before sticking her cute upturned nose in the air and spinning away from him.
She gave him another glare before turning away from the security desk and sailing down the hall with an exaggerated sniff of disdain. Max snapped her teeth together with a frustrated click. “You don’t think it would have been a better choice to call after you got to work on your morning break?” I spent so much time on the phone with AT&T this morning, I didn’t make it out of the apartment until eight-fifteen,” she offered in the way of an explanation. I realized when I went to put my wash in the dryer that I washed my cell phone last night. “I’m sorry, Rafe it’s been a bad morning. Max was all too aware of how unattractive the opposite sex found her short, pudgy figure. He was one of her favorite people in the building, and truth be told, she found him immeasurably attractive-not that the sentiment would ever be returned. It was her own fault she was late and there was no reason to take her frustrations out on Rafe.
Instead he simply crossed his arms over the broad expanse of his chest and looked down at her. One dark brow rose incredulously at her tone, but he didn’t say a word. It’s already been a bad morning!” she snapped. Max made a face at the deep rumbling tone from directly behind her and turned to frown up at Rafe Jennings, the head of security at OmniCorp. She’d always been late in fact, it ran in her family. One of these days, she promised herself, she would get her act together and manage to get out the front door on time consistently. She was late for the third time this week. Max rushed past the security desk in a panic. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Published by Stormy Night Publications and Design, LLC. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. 'My subject will be shame.Copyright © 2015 by Stormy Night Publications and Morganna WilliamsĪll rights reserved. So,' Lemry says quietly, 'your subject will be the juxtaposition of man and God in the universe?'Įllerby shakes his head. Lemry better get a handle on this class before it turns into some kind of therapy group. I feel tears welling up, and I see them running down Ellerby's cheeks. I was embarrassed that I haven't found a way to include her somehow the way Mobe has.' I was embarrassed that I let some kid go to school with me for twelve years and turned my back on pain that must be unbearable. Because the other day when I saw how hard it was for Mobe to go to the hospital to see her, I was embarrassed that I didn't know her better, that I ever laughed at one joke about her. And if she's going to get help, she'll get it from herself or she'll get it from us. “From a distance,' he says, 'my car looks just like every other car on the freeway, and Sarah Byrnes looks just like the rest of us.
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