Page 26 of Tickled Pink

I tremble, already knowing the answer, but…

“Find out,” I say instead.

I catch the hint of a smile on his mouth. His hand moves from my chin to my neck. My breath catches as his smooth touch wanders past my collarbone and rests on my breast. He kisses me, hard and wild, as his hand finds its way to my zipper.

I lean into the table, nearly losing control in his hands. Max knows my body so well, he could bring me to my knees with a single flick of his tongue, but his hands?

I hold on to the edge of the table.

“Phoebe…” he whispers in my ear, sending a flurry of goosebumps down my arms and legs. “How wet are you?”

I shudder as laughter builds in my chest. His smile curls again and I know that he’s not looking for an answer. He just wants to see my reaction.

He slides his hand down the front of my jeans. I part my legs for him and close my eyes, submitting to his touch. His long fingers reach down my mound, briefly pinching my throbbing clit. I gasp and he chuckles in my ear before kissing my neck.

“You’re so turned on,” he says.

I nod, unable to speak as his hand reaches even farther down to part my folds. He slides a single finger between them, plunging into the depths of me, and I let out a moan from the back of my throat.

Max crushes his mouth on mine, stealing my second moan. “So…” He thrusts me slowly with his hand. “Fucking…” He pushes along my inner wall. “Wet…”

My toes curl in my shoes. I reach between us and cup a hand over his groin, feeling for the hard cock surely tenting his pants. He takes in a sharp inhale, biting down as I put pressure on his shaft and stroke.

We settle into a rhythm, trading kisses as we mutually pleasure each other. I close my eyes, picturing what it would have been like if we really went for it that night at Kitano’s. The fantasy spurs through me, igniting every nerve between us.

I throw my head back, ready to scream. “Max, I’m gonna come,” I moan.

As soon as the word leaves my mouth, he stops cold. His finger slides out of me and his probing tongue retracts back into his own mouth.

“No, wait—” I grip his arms. “Don’t stop, Max.”

He takes a step back, his face twisted with amusement. “Sorry, baby,” he says. “I can’t let you finish.”

My jaw drops. “Wha-wha-why? Why not?” I stutter as my entire body continues throbbing for release.

Max sticks his wet finger in his mouth and sucks it clean. “It’s not time yet,” he says with a shrug.

I glare at him with frustration. “Seriously?”

He laughs and places his hand under my chin, giving it a gentle tap to remind me my mouth is still wide open. “I’ll be right back,” he says.

“Max.”

I straighten up and watch him as he leaves the room. I zip up my jeans and sigh, quickly reaching for my cup of alcohol. “Seriously?” I mutter to myself before throwing the rest into the back of my throat.

Max returns a moment later with my coat. He holds it open for me, urging me closer to put it on as he stares at me with that same boyish smirk.

“We’re leaving again?” I ask.

“You’ll need it,” he simply says.

I step forward. “Need it for what?”

He rounds me without a word and I obey, slipping my arms into it as I watch him closely. After I pull it on, he takes a step back and flicks the light switch at the bottom of the stairs.

Another string of white lights turns on, illuminating the magical path to the second floor and beyond.

“Follow the lights,” Max says.

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