Page 125 of Don't Quit the Day Job

“There’s an update?” I grab a hold of his thumb and nibble on it before I suck it for a few moments. His eyes darken as he bites down on his lip. My stomach flips as he lets out a low guttural sound and leans forward to kiss me properly. His hands grab my face as his lips press against mine and his tongue seeks entry. He slides into my mouth smoothly as he kisses me and I taste the sweetness of a mint on his breath. My fingers grip into his taut muscles and by the time he pulls away, I feel like I can barely breathe.

“Would you hate me if we went back to the hotel in five minutes?” He grips my thigh again and his gaze is so intense that I feel my panties growing wet.

“Could never hate you, but I want the update on Jack Whittington,” I press eagerly as I reach down and grab the half-eaten chocolate croissant. I offer him a bite, which he takes willingly, and I yelp as he takes another big bite. “Max!”

“I’m a naughty boy, I know.” He makes a sad face. “I’m sorry.” He pouts and then grabs the last bite. “Forgive me?”

“Max!” I lean back and cross my arms and pretend to cry. “I was looking forward to that. I was savoring every last bite.”

“You can savor every last bite of me in ten minutes.” He grabs my hand and squeezes. “I promise to let you enjoy every piece of me.”

“You wish.” I laugh and blush as he blows in my ear.

“I savored every last inch of you last night.” He whispers. “I have to admit that the reverse cowgirl is one of my favorite positions, but I did miss seeing your face.”

“Really?” I giggle. “You almost pulled my hair out.”

“You almost made my dick fall off,” he says, with such a straight face that I can’t help but laugh out loud.

“It better not,” I say, snuggling up to him. “So tell me, what’s the latest with the Whittingtons?”

“Lucinda Whittington threatened to sue Jack for the unlawful distribution of sexual images and recordings. And she was going to go to the tabloids with her story.”

“Oh shit, he didn’t want bad publicity, did he?”

“Nope.” Max shakes his head as he strokes my shoulder. “So he made her a new offer.”

“How do you know all of this?” I ask, frowning. “I thought you dropped the case.”

“I did, but Kingston is now his attorney.” He shrugs. “This is just between us, Lila.”

“I know.” I kiss his cheek. “So what’s the new offer?”

“The new offer was twenty-five million dollars.” Max laughs as I gasp loudly. “Only, she didn’t take it.”

“She didn’t? What? She wants more?”

“She just wanted her husband.” He makes a face.

“But he’s an asshole.” I shudder in distaste. “I would have taken the money and ran.”

“Well, that’s not all.” Max grins. “Turns out Jack had been fucking around with several other women...”

“Oh?”

“And there are three new babies being born into the Whittington Clan soon.”

“Triplets?”

“Can babies born to three different women be called triplets?”

“Omg, he’s a dirty dog. So Lucinda still wants him back?”

“She changed her mind about wanting to be with him.” Max grins. “Instead, she asked for a hundred million and got it.”

“No way.” My eyes are practically bulging out of their sockets now. “A hundred million dollars? DANG.”

“And do you remember the friend of hers from the spin class?”

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