Page 32 of Tempting Max

I feel one of my eyebrows arch up my forehead. “Really?”

“I mean, yeah, look at you.” She motions in my general direction. “You’re this big sexy silver fox with strong hands and arms the size of my thighs and speaking of thighs...” She runs a hand over one of them. “I mean, what’s not to like?”

I chuckle at her assessment. “I thought after the way I behaved the day we met, that you’d have run the other way.”

“Mmm, that was an exceptional display of grump, but it didn’t make you any less hot.”

“Color me relieved.”

“Though,” she goes on with a thoughtful expression, hooking her fingers in the hem of my shirt. “It does seem unfair that you’re still fully clothed.”

“Not true. I took my shoes off.”

She laughs and it’s the most perfect musical interlude I’ve ever heard. “Right, I forgot to check out the yummy curve of your ankle.”

God, it feels good to just joke around with her even when we’re being intimate. Despite the many ways and places Sloane and I had sex—I’ve never had this before. I lift my foot up and hike my jeans until that yummy curve is visible.

“Oh, be still my heart,” she says, fanning herself before fake fainting onto the bed. “Quick, fetch my smelling salts.”

I chuckle and pull her up by the hand so I can kiss her lips. “If you think that’s hot, wait until you see my kneecaps.”

Giggling, she shakes her head. “I’m not waiting. Get naked now, please. I’m tired of imagining what that wall of meat looks like. It’s time to show the goods.”

“You want a show too?”

“Yeah,” she motions for me to stand up. “Show me what you got, old man.”

I freeze in the process of standing. “Old man?”

She purses her lips. “Don’t like that one?”

“Decidedly not.”

“Okay, Mr. Grump?” She asks, pretending as if she’s thinking hard.

“Better,” I answer as I finish the process of standing up, “But still not great.”

“Mr. Brewmaster?”

I chuckle. “I think Max is just fine.”

She eyes me as I pull my t-shirt up and off my body. When I finish, her mouth is open, and her eyes are wide as if someone pressed the pause button on just her. After a second, she seems to reanimate. She stands up and presses her hands to my stomach, before tracing them upwards across my chest. “Yes, he is,” she says to herself. “He is quite fine.”

I can’t help it, I preen a little, flex a little. It’s not every day that the object of my desire happily inspects my body. I know I work hard for it to look the way it does, but having her into it—makes every rep, every mountain climb, every unwilling minute on the elliptical, worth it. “You should see the rest.”

She nods. “Yes, yes I should definitely see the rest.” Her hands flutter quickly down across my stomach and land on my belt buckle.

I inhale sharply when she slips the belt from the frame and releases the prong from the leather. My cock roared to life the second she woke up, but now it’s begging for release. If she touches it, I have a feeling, it’s going to take everything in me not to pop like a sixteen-year-old.

Even the feel of her pulling the belt from the loops of my jeans is seductive. Her slow undressing of my lower half is bound to kill me, but I don’t really care. I’m going to enjoy every second of watching her become the brazen sex goddess that she deserves to be.

“Don’t need that,” she says, tossing the belt to the floor. It lands with thud and aclankof the buckle. “Unless we have ideas for it later,” she says, imitating what I said earlier. I grin at my girl as her fingers begin working the button of my fly free.

“I always have ideas,” I assure her.

“Mmm, I bet you do.” She takes the zipper pull in her fingers and drags it down so painfully slow I think my brain might just explode. When she finally completes her task, she separates the fabric and presses her fingers against my hard-as-diamond cock. Her eyes flare a little bit as she explores the length and width with her fingers. “Suddenly I have my own ideas.”

I drop my head backwards and groan as her hand slips into my boxer briefs and the tips of her fingers graze the pulsing head of my cock. I can’t think, I can’t even breathe as she pushes my jeans and briefs down, leaving my cock bobbing like a tree trunk in midair.

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