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I groan, pleasure instantly taking hold. He strokes hard, fast, as if he were stroking himself.

“Max,” I growl, our lips touching. “Stroke us.”

He shudders as he adjusts, moving his shaft to rest along the length of mine. His warmth blends with mine as he jerks us both off.

Our breath quickens. Our bodies twitch. Groans spill off his lips onto mine. He tastes sweet, so perfectly sweet.

I grip his throat a little tighter. “Don’t stop,” I say, so close to coming. I grunt as a full-body rush of pleasure bucks my hips. “Fuck, Max, this feels so good.”

He crushes our mouths together. Our tongues knot and our breaths quicken.

I come first.

I come on him for the second time in twelve hours. Max doesn’t stop stroking, using my cum to lube his own shaft. He releases an open-mouthed gasp, his entire body shuddering as he pleasures himself.

I lean in closer, close enough to whisper in his ear. “The next time I’m inside of you,” I say, “it’s going to be my cock.”

Max instantly comes. He spills his seed on him, on me. I release my hold on his neck, letting him fold forward to rest his head on my shoulder.

We lie in a quiet embrace. I lose track of time. I suspect Max has fallen back to sleep, his chest rising and falling steadily. I start to drift off myself.

“Thad.”

His voice brings me back. “Hm?”

Max doesn’t move. “Never mind,” he whispers.

I smile. I’m not sure what to say right now, either.

But there is something that must be said.

“Max.”

He rises, leaning on his elbow.

“Phoebe is the end for me,” I say. “Whatever happens between us, she comes first. Always.”

Max doesn’t blink. “Always,” he says in agreement.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Thad

It’s like it never happened.

Max goes to work. He comes home. We call up Phoebe to ask about her day, the three of us chatting back and forth while we make and eat dinner together. I take the dog for a walk while he does a little late-night work on the couch.

We don’t talk about it.

“I can’t wait to see you guys,” Phoebe says, her adorable face smiling at us from Max’s laptop on the living room coffee table. “Seriously, this has been the longest week ever.”

I laugh in agreement. “This place isn’t the same without you, Pheebs.”

“Just one more night, and I’m home!” She sighs and leans back against the plain white wall behind her. “Then, it’s Valentine’s Day!”

“It is?” Max quips.

Her face falls, but only for a second before she realizes he’s kidding. “Oh, shut up! Don’t pretend like you two haven’t been planning something big.”

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