Page 27 of Tempting Max

He shakes his head and motions to the pizza he’s set on the dresser. Next to it is a six-pack of crappy beer, plates, napkins, and two bottles of water. “I don’t want you to pay me back. I’m just glad you let me take you to the ER.’”

I laugh. “Let you? I seem to remember someone picking me up and putting me in the car like a toddler.”

His mouth quirks and he walks over to the food. “Wonder who that could’ve been...”

My mouth falls open. Does this crabby-ass stick in the mud actually have a sense of humor? My clit aches like he pressed a vibrator to it. “Not sure,” I tease back, “why don’t you pick me up again and I can compare experiences?”

Max drops the lid of the pizza and turns to me with the most heated expression I’ve ever seen. As if he wants to devour me instead of the pizza, as if he wants to fuck me through the wall and onto my bed. Which, for the record, I am here for. “If I pick you up right now, I’m not putting you down for the next several hours, Gus.”

A long thread of desire uncoils inside me.

He takes a step toward me, reaching out to take the tie of my robe in his fingers. He toys with it but doesn’t pull it open. “And by the time I’m done, you won’t be able to remember your name.”

A gasp escapes me as he dips his fingers inside the belt and tugs me closer. So close I’m a hair’s breadth away. I’m already unsure of what my name is, and he hasn’t even touched my skin yet.

“So don’t tease,” he dips his head as if he’s going to kiss me and I arch upwards. “If you don’t want to find out what I’ve been dreaming of since the moment you walked into Redpoint.” He nips at my mouth and runs his hand down my throat, “Do you understand, Gus?”

I nod though I’m not sure I understand. All I heard is that he is going to give me everything I’ve been wanting and all I have to do is ask. It takes a fraction of a second to realize that I’m already in too far. There’s no way I’m stopping now, no way I’m denying myself the one thing I’ve been aching for, for weeks.

Being out of town, away from the brewery, has a way of making the consequences of us fall away. I may never get another chance to let myself go, to let myself be fucked like I’ve dreamed. I’ve worked so hard to be myself again, to make my own decisions. And this one seems easy in comparison.

I swallow before I speak. “You said we could do more if I’ve been a good girl.” I meet his eyes, my chest heaves with desire. “Have I been a good girl?”

Something inside Max snaps. With a growl, he pulls my belt tighter and kisses me as if the future of all mankind depends on it, as if I have driven him completely mad.

He dominates my mouth, drinking, sucking, tasting, demanding my tongue join his and it’s so fucking hot I can feel my legs turning to jelly beneath me.

“Oh no you don’t,” he grumbles, sensing my unbalance. With one hand.One hand, he lifts me into his arms, wraps my legs around his waist, and kisses me with his whole being.

I meet him move for move as best as I can, but he’s definitely in the driver’s seat and I fucking love it because it seems all he wants is my sole pleasure. “Max,” I whisper as his hot mouth trails down my neck. “God, Max that feels good.”

“Gus,” he grows back, nibbling at the skin of my neck. “That’s all I want. I want you to come so hard you never think of another man again, I want you to need me when you’re alone at night so badly you have to touch yourself. Fuck, Gus,” he pants into my mouth, “I am going to ruin you for any other man.”

He pulls back and meets my gaze. He looks feral, as if he’s about to tear my robe off with his teeth and I don’t know how to tell him yes to all of that. I want him to let loose, I want him to show me what I’ve been missing, I want him to prove that all the sex I’ve had before is just as white bread as I thought it was.

“But if you say no, I’ll put you down and send you back to your room with the pizza.”

I shake my head quickly. I can’t think of a worse outcome than going back to my empty room alone and untouched. “No. I mean, yes. Shit.” I take a breath. “I want it all Max. I want the kind of sex that women fantasize about, I want to come without helping, I want to feel so full that I think I’ll burst. I just want you to fuck me, Max. Right now. I promise I’ll be good.”

If I thought he was feral before, nothing compares to the wild look in his eyes when I say fuck me. I expect him to toss me down on the bed, to tear my robe off, to get started, instead he looks at me as if I said something completely crazy. “You’ve never had an orgasm that you didn’t have to help with?”

I tuck my chin, but he lifts it back up.

“No, don’t you dare feel embarrassed. That is not your fault. You should have had all the orgasms you’ve ever wanted. You should know what it feels like to be worshiped.” He looks almost angry, and I don’t know how to react for a moment. “Beautiful,” he tells me, putting his forehead against mine. “I’m going to show you how it should be done. Even if it takes all night.”

“Yes,” I breathe as his tongue swirls the sensitive skin below my ear and moves steadily lower. “That’s all I want.”

He walks me toward the bed and sets me on the foot of it. He looks like the God of female orgasms when he looks me dead in the eye and promises me, “Then that’s what you’ll have, beautiful.”

18

MAX

I’m so fucking mad at every man that had Gus before me that never bothered to give her what she deserves and if I didn’t have an important task at hand, I feel like I could put my fist through a brick wall or two.

Honestly though, I’ve been out of my mind since I opened the door and found her in that fucking robe looking like a Hollywood starlet. If I were in a cartoon, the outline of my heart would have pounded clean out of my chest, and I’d have x’s over my eyes because this woman is going to be the death of me.

I take a step back from her once she’s seated at the edge of the bed and shake my head.

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