Ground. Swallow. Me. Up.

31

MAX

‘You okay?’ I stepped in front of Stella. I didn’t care that they’d seen my cock.Shit happens.

I knew Stella would care about them seeing her, though. That was why when I realised she was naked, I didn’t have to think twice about using my towel to cover her up.

Stella’s eyes were wide. She was still in shock.

‘I’m so embarrassed,’ she winced. ‘Can we just get out of here?’

‘Course.’

After I’d rolled off the condom, wrapped it a tissue, thrown it away and cleaned myself up as best I could, I got dressed.

When I looked round, Stella already had her clothes on and was clutching a flannel which was rolled into a ball.

‘What’s in there?’ I asked, stripping the bed we’d just shagged on and putting the towels in the laundry basket in the corner. Didn’t feel right to leave it for Olga.

‘My knickers,’ she answered sheepishly.

‘Why don’t you put them on?’

‘They’re too wet.’

Hearing that made my dick jerk. I knew we’d only just had sex, but if we hadn’t been interrupted and Stella was up for it, I would’ve had her all over again.

Getting caught wasn’t ideal, but for me, it was worth the risk.

Sex with Stella was incredible.

Everything was so much better than I’d imagined.

The way we kissed.

The way we fucked.

We were like a couple of wild animals on heat and I enjoyed every damn second.

When I entered Stella, I felt like I’d come home. Being inside her seemed like where I belonged.

Like I’d said from the start, I would’ve preferred it if we could’ve taken our time. But after being apart for so long, the idea of waiting another second felt like a lifetime. And even if we were given ten hours together instead of ten minutes, something told me that wouldn’t be enough.

‘Give them to me,’ I growled.

‘What?’ Her brows furrowed. ‘Why?’

‘I can put them in my pocket.’

‘O-okay.’ She handed them over and I stuffed them in my shorts pocket.

‘Ready?’

‘As I’ll ever be.’

When we stepped outside of the massage room, Jasmine and Olga were standing several feet away.