Stinky raises her head, and I know Max is coming down the stairs before I even hear him. “Good girl,” I say, bending down to scratch her behind the ear.
Max enters the kitchen. “Hello,” he says, smiling and happy.
“How’s it going up there?” I ask as I tear into the bags.
He chuckles as he opens the refrigerator. “She is like butter in my hands right now.”
I arch a brow. “You made her make that sound with your hands?” I say, the noises of her moaning carrying down the stairs a few minutes ago.
“Among other things. You jealous?”
“A little,” I answer. “Kind of.”
He takes out a bottle of water and closes the fridge. “Well, maybe someday you’ll let me do the same to you.”
My cock twitches in my pants.
“Hey, Max,” I say, stopping him before he leaves. “About… what we were talking about earlier…”
He pauses with interest, but says nothing.
“I want you to,” I say. “Don’t think I don’t.”
“You’re just not ready yet,” he says, understanding.
I nod. “I’ll get there, someday. I think.”
Max steps forward, coming toward me. He doesn’t stop until we’re close enough to touch, to feel each other’s body heat. “I know you will,” he says, his voice a cool breeze down my spine. “And when you do, know that I’ll take good care of you.” He kisses my cheek, his stubble rubbing against mine. “The way you take good care of me.”
“Oh, yeah?” I whisper, my breath held in.
He hums a yes as he moves closer, his lips grazing my earlobe. “You’ll be butter in my hands, too.”
I shiver all over. “Embracing your inner Thaddy, I see.”
“It if feels good, then it feels good,” he says, then smirks. “Don’t over-think it, Thad.”
“Stealing my lines now, too.”
“I learned from the best.”
Before I can take a breath, Max kisses my mouth, firm and rough. Then, he spins away and walks out of the room, taking the bottle of water up the stairs with him.
Holy shit.
I swallow hard, my entire body throbbing from… whatever the fuck he just did to me.
I look down at the erection tenting my pants and smile.
Someday, Max.
Someday very soon.
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