Page 72 of Tickled Pink

“We have to tell Phoebe,” Max says.

My heart tightens. “We will,” I say. “When she gets back.”

“Not sooner?”

“During her business trip?” I bite my cheek. “Timing might not be right.”

Max nods. “You’re right. When she comes back.”

“She’ll understand,” I say again. “Really. We’ll explain what happened. What you’ve been going through. How we chose to work through it.”

Again, he nods. Again, he looks down. And again, my morning wood gets a little harder.

“You really think she’ll be okay with it?” he asks.

“Honestly, I can see it bringing us closer together.”

“That’s optimistic.”

“I’m a positive guy,” I say. “Trust me. She’ll come home and we’ll be right back to me growling in her ear while she’s riding you. Back to normal.”

Max smiles. “I couldn’t believe that.”

“Hey, I apologize.” I raise my hands. “I didn’t intend to invade your night together. You two sounded too good.”

“No, I mean…” Max bites his lip, hesitating. “The way you spoke to her, to me, it… it turned me on.”

I raise a brow. “Really?”

“And the way you put your hand on her throat…” He exhales. “You’re so playfully rough with her.”

“She likes it,” I say. Then, I shift forward without thinking. “Would you like it, too?”

Max snaps his eyes up, finding mine. He hesitates, little breaths rushing past his parted lips.

“Yes,” he whispers.

I reach out, gently placing my hand on his throat. Max stiffens at first, but his body relaxes beneath my touch. His pulse thumps against my fingers.

“Would you like to meet Thaddy?”

Max frowns. “Please tell me you don’t make her call you that.”

I laugh. “It’s a work-in-progress.”

He chuckles. “That’s so wrong.”

“But so right.”

I lean in and kiss him; a natural instinct neither of us question until it’s over. We stare at each other, eyes roaming until his fall to my lips and he kisses me back.

I tighten around his throat, only the slightest bit of pressure to lure him closer. Max shifts toward me, our bodies close enough to touch.

He’s hard, too.

Our cocks touch beneath the sheet as I kiss him again, my hand still latched on his neck. “Max,” I whisper, my tone deep. “Stroke me.”

He doesn’t hesitate. He moves his hand beneath the sheet, between our bodies, and he wraps his thick fingers around my shaft.

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