Page 120 of Defensive Zone

“Max,” she admonished.

“Kidding. I’m obviously kidding. We should’ve gotten takeout,” he grumbled.

She chuckled. “Just eat fast.”

His eyes darkened and he dove into his dinner like a man possessed.

“Oh my god. Try not to choke,” she said.

“That’s what he said,” he replied.

It took her a minute, and then she swatted his shoulder. “You’re incorrigible.”

Then she took the slowest bites possible, softly moaning over the perfect moussaka on her plate.

She gasped around her fork when he snaked his hand up her skirt and dragged his thumb over her panties, finding her clit and pressing down.

“If you’re going to moan about something, I need to be involved,” he whispered. “You’re fucking soaked, love.”

Her stomach tightened; the combination of his words, his fingers, and that endearment might send her over the edge.

Then he slipped his fingers under her panties.

“So wet for me,” he gritted out, narrowing in on her clit again.

“Max, please,” she murmured, trying to keep her eyes from rolling back in her head when he pressed tight circles over her clit. His fingers were lethal.

“Should I stop?” he asked, pulling his hand away.

“Don’t you dare,” she managed to say.

“Fuck. Love,” he growled into the bend of her neck and shoulder. “Are you close?”

“Mm-hmm,” she said, words failing her as he took her to the edge. Her vision blurred and she was grateful for dark corners.

“Don’t scream,” he said, sitting up and taking a sip of wine while his other hand tormented her clit.

She tried to control the rapid beating of her heart when he stroked a finger through her wetness, his thumb still on her clit.

“Max. Oh,” she whispered. Then she bit the inside of her cheek and fell over the edge. Only a small whimper escaped as her orgasm rocked through her.

“You okay?” he asked.

Her hand shook as she picked up her water glass. She needed to splash it in her face, but she took a sip like she was calm and collected.

“Yep. Never better,” she said, with false bravado, as she lowered the glass to the table and took another bite of her dinner.

He gave her a devilish wink. “We should definitely do that again since you managed to not scream.”

“Are you an exhibitionist?” she asked.

“I just want you all the time.” He leaned in and kissed her jaw.

She shuddered under his touch and couldn’t even taste her food anymore, which was disappointing because she enjoyed this cuisine. But she wanted Max more.

“We’ll skip dessert, right?” she asked.

He chuckled. “We can have it at home.”

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