Page 101 of Crush

My decision to tell him how I felt was all over the place. The fact that he was late pissed on that agenda. I tried not to overthink it, once I saw him, I’d know.

SMASH!

What the hell, I flinched at the sound of breaking pottery. It had come from outside my balcony doors and I moved over and hid behind one curtain. What if it was Zander coming for me?

My heart thumped painfully against my chest. I’m going to have a heart attack.

CRASH!

“For fucks sake!” a man cursed violently. It was Max’s voice and relief pooled in my stomach.

Pushing open the doors, I switched on the lamp highlighting Max’s crumpled body. He was sat on his arse with his legs out before him, one foot resting in one of my planters.

A giggle spilt out of my mouth as he shot me an unimpressed glower.

“What are you doing?” I laughed, folding my arms against the chill of the night.

“I was climbing up your balcony,” he said crossly, dusting off his jeans as he pulled his foot out of the pot. Two others were broken, the peat pouring out onto the balcony.

“We have a front door you know,” I pointed out with a twist to my lips.

Max pushed ungracefully to his feet. His face was slightly pink from embarrassment. He looked well fit though in black jeans and a dark grey jumper.

“I was aware, I came this way to surprise you,” he explained, brushing dirt off his top. I lowered my arms and raised my eyebrows.

“Well, it worked.”

He grimaced, “It was supposed to be romantic.”

This caused another burst of laughter. It was so comical. Max was so angry that his balcony scaling plan had clearly backfired.

“I see. Well, tell that to my plant pots,” I replied with a grin.

“Cute comeback. I didn’t realise it would be boobytrapped up here. I think I’ve put my back out,” he stated, planting one hand on his hip, and stretching his back.

“Come here,” I chuckled with outstretched arms. As he moved towards me, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Well, if you haven’t put your back out. You’re about to.” My voice was husky and I pushed up on my tiptoes and ran my tongue along his bottom lip. His hands flexed around my waist and then moved to cup my bottom, tugging me against his hard-on.

“Promises, promises. But first I think I should punish you for laughing at me,” Max said with a sexy grin.

“Yes, please.”

Our mouths crashed together as he squeezed my arse cheeks hard with both hands, causing me to gasp into his mouth.

“Let’s take this inside,” he whispered against my lips, walking me backwards.

He was all about control now, his funny entrance forgotten. Light from the lamp bathed our bodies and I hadn’t had the chance to shut the curtains but I didn’t care. There wasn’t time. I needed Max inside me.

As we entered the bedroom, I closed the door with my free hand whilst our mouths remained fused.

As he lifted his head, I saw the reflection of our bodies in the glass of the balcony doors. He was so much larger than me, I felt tiny and special.

Max lifted his jumper over his head, his rock-hard chest and inked shoulders causing my mouth to water. In response, I moved to take my top off but he stopped me, shaking his head.

“No, I want to undress you,” he growled deeply, his eyes full of sexual promise.

Heat seeped into my core at the thought of what was to come. “Yes, sir.”

His expression flared with delight at my words.

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