Page 29 of Tempting Max

Knowing she’s going to be sensitive for a little while after that, I pull my fingers from her and kiss the insides of her thighs.

“Oh my God,” she says over and over again, gripping her head with her hands. “I’ve never… holy shit… Oh my God.”

I chuckle and raise up off my heels so I can see her better. “Good girl.”

She lets out a breathy laugh, shaking her head as if she’s still in a daze. “Me?” She asks, pushing up onto her elbows. “I didn’t do a thing.”

“As it should be,” I tell her, kissing her thighs lightly.

She swipes her hand down her face. “I mean I didn’t know it could be that good. I…” She sits all the way up. “Holy fuck, Max.”

I laugh, feeling actually happy for the first time in too long. “That’s what I was hoping for.”

“Wait,” she says, sliding to the end of the bed.

“What?” I ask as she takes my head in both her hands and peers at me as if I’m a science experiment.

“Are…are yousmiling?” Her eyes widen when I laugh again. “Holy shit! Itispossible.” Her expression softens as she looks at me for a moment longer. “It looks good on you.”

Oh shit. Her words, the way she says them, the look ofsomething importantin her eyes makes me feel like melted butter on a slice of banana bread. And a lot like I’m falling when I shouldn’t. I feel panic creeping up my spine until she brushes every thought away from me by leaning forward and kissing my lips.

“Thank you.”

All I can do is nod, shut down that part of my brain, and make sure she knows I’m just getting started. “Just so you know, we’re nowhere near being done here.”

Her eyes brighten. “Ooh, I was hoping you’d say that. I’m starving though. Think we could have a pizza break?”

I’d give her anything she wanted at this moment, the brewery, my car, all the recipes for our brews. Instead, I push off the floor and give her a hard kiss. “Yes, but only because you’ve been a very good girl.”

Her hands freeze in the process of retying the belt of her robe. She raises her eyes to mine. “And what happens if I’ve been a bad girl?”

“You’ll find out,” I tell her cryptically, “But not until you’ve eaten something. You’re going to need some energy.”

19

GUS

Iam a shade of bright strawberry red when I settle onto the edge of the bed with a slice of pizza and a bottle of water. Endorphins are coursing through me like they’re running the Boston Marathon, and I’m still a touch lightheaded from the two—yes, two—immaculate orgasms Max just gave me.

I’ve never, and I meanneverfelt anything like it. Like I was going to rocket off the bed and through the roof, like I was touching the ethereal plane. Dramatic? Yes, but not far off the mark and as I watch him load his plate with pizza, the muscles in his arms flexing, I know I’ve already been ruined for any other man.

He is all I can fathom in the moment, not the cut on my finger, not the consequences of doing this, not even the probably very delicious pizza I’m eating. All I want, all I need is to feel him inside me, around me, enveloping me with his strength.

Even the shift of the bed when he sits down next to me is somehow exciting.

“How’s the pizza?” He asks, nudging me playfully with his elbow.

That little move, that little sign of intimacy makes my heart thunder and my belly flip. “No idea,” I answer honestly. “I can’t get my brain off the high of your masterful orgasm.”

He raises a brow. “Masterful?”

“Yes.” I take a drink from my bottle. “Masterful. Prodigious. Awe-Inspiring. I can keep going if you want.”

He chuckles and I love the sound of it. It’s deep and round and feels private. Something he lets very few people hear. “I’m good with masterful.” He takes a bite of his pizza and makes ‘not bad’ face. “Not as delicious as your pretty pussy, though, beautiful.”

I blush, becauseholy shit, this man is everything. “Well, you are more than welcome to have more for dessert.”

“Oh, I plan on it. And a late-night snack, and breakfast.”

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