Page 30 of Tempting Max

My nostrils flare with anticipation. “You know we have to go back to Paintbrush eventually, right?”

He lifts his shoulders and takes a swig from his bottle that empties half of it in one gulp. “Sure, but I’m in no rush. Are you?”

I shake my head and take a bite of my pizza. “Nope. No rush. Not even a little.”

“Good.” He shoves the rest of his slice into his mouth and washes it down with the rest of his beer. “Now finish that slice, beautiful.”

I squeeze my legs together. “I can finish it later.”

He shakes his head and watches me with heated eyes. “Finish it, you’ll need the energy.”

Wanting to argue but sensing from his tone that now is not the time, I gobble up the rest of my slice and drink some water. “Better?”

His grin is sin personified and holy hell, waiting so long to see it, makes it that much more intense. He stands from the bed, takes the plate and water bottle from my fingers, sets it on the dresser, and when he turns back to me, he looks more like an animal than a man and fuck me, but I think I love the look of pure carnal desire in his eyes.

He told me this time would be dirty and judging by the look in his eyes, he wants to get all kinds of filthy.

The desire that coiled inside of me earlier, triples and quadruples as he strides toward me. With one hand, he pulls me off the bed and relieves me of my robe.

“You won’t be needing that anymore.”

“I won’t?” I ask breathlessly.

“Might use the belt, but beautiful, I want you naked until we leave this room, do you understand?”

Holy clit tingles, Batman.

Before I can even answer him, he picks me up by the waist and sets me back down on the bed on all fours and I’m still spinning slightly when he slaps my ass.

I moan in surprise as he does it again, shocked by how the pain sizzles for a moment and then flares into pleasure. I am this many years old when I understand why people like to be spanked. “Yes,” I gasp, hoping he’ll do it again.

He does, this time making me shout his name. “Max, God that feels insane.”

“Good,” he slides his hand over the flesh he just slapped, soothing the skin and just when my muscles relax, he slaps the other cheek, nearly making me come in the process. My entire body shivers and my back arches with need.

“Stay up,” he orders me, “I want you on all fours. If you go down, I stop. Do you understand?”

How could I possibly understand anything when my brain is lit up like a Vegas billboard?

When I don’t answer, he lands his palm against the flesh of my ass again. “Answer me, Gus.”

“Yes,” it comes out on a breathy whimper. “I understand.” What I don’t understand is how I’m going to keep my arms and legs from collapsing when they’re already shivering.

“Good girl. Now relax and tell me what you want and what you like. Let me know if it hurts your finger and I’ll stop if you tell me to, okay?”

Like I’m going to stop him from doing anything. I can’t even feel my finger at the moment. He could take me out on the balcony and fuck me for all of Denver to see and I probably wouldn’t think twice about it. Actually, that has an appeal I wasn’t expecting…

Wait… Do I have kinks?Oh my God, I think I have kinks now.

“I will,” I promise.

“Good,” he drawls, and I inhale sharply as his mouth lands on my ass, as his hot tongue drags across my flesh, sending electric shockwaves wherever it goes.

“Max,” I sigh as he works his mouth closer and closer to parts of me that have never been seen, much less touched by anyone other than myself and my vibrator. “Yes.”

Growling, he teases the very top of my crack before tracing the same pattern on the opposite cheek.

My arms shake, my knees wobble, and when he slaps my ass again out of nowhere, I almost crash into the bed in a pile of wiggling goo. Luckily, he catches me and waits until I’m steady.

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