“I know. I’m sorry I left early. Sometimes I get too wrapped up in my head,” she said.
“Well, I know the perfect distraction.”
“Max, we can’t fix everything with sex.”
“Then you must’ve been doing it wrong before I showed up.”
“Max,” she drew out.
“You know I’m just trying to lighten the mood. You need more humor in your life.”
“Well, you’ve injected a ton of humor into me. I mean, my life. Don’t even go there with that dirty mind of yours.”
He laughed. “You love my dirty mind.”
“Yeah. Maybe a bit too much.”
“It’s never too much. Now, can we move past this and be blissfully in love? I promise everything is going to work out,” he said. “So are we good?”
He sounded nervous, and she felt guilty for making him doubt her.
“Yes. We’re good. I love you, Max Mortimer,” she said with a grin.
“We are trying to have sexy times and you throw out my middle name? That is epically wrong. And now you shall be punished for it,” he said.
“Max.” She gasped when he rolled her underneath him. His hard cock pressed incessantly to her damp panties, and she wished there were no barriers between them.
He moved down the length of her body, taking the sheet and her panties with him, until she was bare before his eyes and he was kneeling at the bottom of the bed. He spread her legs wide and gave her an exaggerated smirk.
Getting punished never sounded so good.