It's a Fugly Life (Fugly #2)(32)

I continued, feeling insanely aroused by the sound of his voice and the dirty thoughts of letting him come somewhere other than inside my mouth. Maybe on my tits or on my face—something I never would’ve considered in the past.

Max pulled away. “Stand up and turn around.”

He quickly helped me to my feet and bent me over the back of the armchair. He lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and thrust into me from behind. My breath whooshed from my lungs as he hit the spot like a bull’s-eye with the tip of his cock, triggering an orgasm that started deep inside. I froze, unable to breathe or think or speak. Max withdrew almost completely and then slammed into me again, triggering another delicious contraction.

“Oh, God. You’re so f*cking tight, Lily.” He withdrew and repeated the thrust, this time reaching around to stroke my c-spot. That was it for me.

I whimpered with another hard orgasm that washed through my body, my nails digging into the chair.

“Yeah, that’s right. Come for me, Lily,” he whispered and pressed his fingers in time with his pistoning cock to draw out every last contraction.

I thought I might lose my f*cking mind.

Just as I began to float down from cloud nine, Max straightened his spine, grabbed my hips, and f*cked me harder. His hips slammed against my ass, and he drove into me again and again, so deep it almost hurt.

“Fucking hell, Lily…” he said with a gravelly voice and leaned in. His dick twitched as he poured his cum inside me.

After several long moments, he made a few tiny jabs, releasing those last drops, before he exhaled loudly. “Goddammit, Lily. You know I can’t let you go.”

At this moment, I didn’t want him to. “Yes, boss.” I smiled.

He slapped my ass hard. “That’s Mr. Cole to you.”



I could hardly see straight while Max and I put ourselves back together, but as I hiked my skirt down, I suddenly realized we had f*cked in broad daylight and one entire side of the office was made of windows. One tall building down the street had a view inside.

“Please tell me those windows have that reflective stuff on them,” I said, feeling mortified.

Max laughed. “Of course. I’m not sharing you with anyone ever again. Not even visually.” He gave my ass another smack. “Now get dressed. We need to talk.”

“Ouch!” I stood up straight and shot him a look, rubbing out the sting.

He winked. “There’s more where that came from if you don’t change your mind and tell me this goodbye bullshit is behind—”

His phone rang in his pocket. He slid it out and glanced at the screen. “My apologies. I need to take this.” His expression melted from freshly f*cked and playful to ice-cold serious. I didn’t like it one bit.

“Sure,” I said.

He put the phone to his ear, left the room, and shut the door behind him.

Nervous, I quickly straightened out my skirt and walked over to the window, looking for any sign of peeping Toms.

“Lily.” Max’s deep voice filled the room, and his solemn tone immediately put me on edge.

Crap. “What’s wrong?”

He lifted his beautiful dark brows. “Do you remember my sister?”

I’d never met her, nor did I remember her name. The only thing I recalled was that she’d disowned her family at some point, including Max, simply to extract their crazy mother from her life. Max had stuck it out with his mom mainly because she owned the majority share of Cole Cosmetics. As for his father, I got the impression that the man never stepped up for his children, perhaps a victim himself of his wife’s sadistic personality.

“The last you mentioned, you were looking for her,” I replied. At least, I thought that was right. He’d only brought her up once or twice and not in great detail.

“Yes. And that was the private detective I hired six months ago. He just found her.”

Then why didn’t Max look happy? “That’s great news. I’m so happy for you. But…?”

“She was so difficult to track down because she got married—took another last name—and moved to Argentina.”

I suddenly realized how disconnected I’d truly been from Max’s life these past months. While I’d been living in my world, trying to get my life back on track, he’d been doing the same.

Idiot. You started a boutique and got a shitty apartment. Max had been trying to lay the foundation of a new life for the two of us and reconcile with his estranged sister. Shut up, fugly voice. You’re a stupid loser.

“That’s good, right? You found her,” I said.

“She’s sick.”

Oh no. “What kind of sick?”

“She’s pregnant and something’s wrong—the detective is having a hard time finding out details. He’s not family, and I’ve given him strict instructions not to make himself known.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I have to leave.”

My body recoiled with the thought, but I couldn’t be selfish. Not now. “Sure. I understand. If you need anything—”

“Funny you should mention that because I need you to run the ship while I’m gone.”

What? “Max, I can’t do that—”

“Lily,” Max grabbed my shoulders, “the reason you didn’t hear about LLL is because I kept my involvement a secret. I worked through my staff and lawyers. But that was only so I could get the initial phase in place and surprise you. I came to see you when I did because it was time to let the cat out of the bag and begin courting retailers. Those meetings will begin tomorrow morning and so will the media campaign about our new venture—you at the helm and me driving the marketing. It’s going to be big.”