Page 40 of Dangerous Play

My mom chuckled. “Yes, otherwise you might burn up from the intensity of your boyfriend’s stare. He is ready to…”

“I’ll help.” Max stood, pushing the chair back and slipping back into his gentleman role. “You stay put, Blossom.” He kissed the top of my head, and his lips brushed my ears, where he whispered, “I’m sure you are soaking wet for me, and I wouldn’t want anyone to see the stain on your dress.”

Daisy gasped, clearly hearing him, but thankfully my parents were far out of earshot.

“Asshole,” I muttered, making him laugh.

Ander followed to help, of course, because he couldn’t not go if Max was helping and I stayed burning up in my seat.

It might have all been a joke for him, but I was needy for him. I’ve been horny and needy since our first date. And with every little thing he did for me, I was falling for him deeper.

My body wanted him, and my heart was ready to take the plunge and follow.

“You found a nice guy,” my dad told me from across the table, and I gazed at him in surprise. He never commented on any of our decisions, but clearly, he wanted to make a comment on this one. “He seems like he knows what he wants and he is focused. And he cares about you.”

“Ander cares about me too,” Daisy chimed in, her face flushed and frustrated. “Why would you not say that?”

Dad exchanged a sad look with me. Ander might have fooled my mom with his charm, but my dad wasn’t as forgiving on the whole sister switch.

“Yes, I’m sure he does, my love,” he muttered to my sister in a condescending way. “Like he cared about your sister before he cheated on her with you.”

Daisy gasped. “That was rude, Dad! We fell in love, it’s not his fault it happened, and we were both terribly sorry. Right, Ivy? We made up.” She glared at me, her eyeballs almost falling out.

I nodded. “Sure, I don’t mind… I moved on.”

“As you should.” Dad nodded. “That boy has a future.”

“You are saying it like Ander…” Daisy jumped in again.

Dad let out a sigh. “I’m having a conversation with your sister.”

“By trashing my boyfriend,” she whined.

“Just stating facts.” He shrugged, unbothered by the crocodile tears pooling in her eyes.

“You make it sound like Max is better than Ander.”

“There is no such thing as better,” I soothed her concerns in a bored tone as my dad let out a low sigh and exited the diningroom. “Simply, your boyfriend is not someone suited for me. Max is suited for me.”

“He is way too nice. I’m sure he is boring as hell in sex.”

I chuckled and shook my head. “Actually, I can’t complain. And that is one thing where we can easily compare guys. And let me tell you this… Max is much better than Ander when it comes to sex. Ander does that thing with his finger, but Max knows how to use his tongue way better.”

Daisy gaped. It was totally worth it for seeing my sister’s face. I felt bad for hurting her, but at the same time, I wanted to put her in her place and make her realize her fairytale was built on lies.

“Who’s ready for the cake?” My mom returned with the huge pink two-tier cake with three sparklers.

Max hugged me from behind, his head resting on my shoulders. “Glad to know my tongue made such a good impression on you.”

I let out a low laugh. “I’m just using my imagination.”

“Love the endorsement.” He chuckled, making shivers dance on my spine. “Would love to prove it too, but we have rules.”

Fuck the rules, I wanted to say, but thankfully, the celebration interrupted me from making the biggest mistake of my life and acknowledging that his teasing might have been real and not fake.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

MAX

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