Page 56 of Tempting Max

I watch him grab for his phone and read the text, his eyes flash towards me like he’s considering hauling me away in the moment. Not that I would mind.

Instead, he grits his teeth and texts back.

MAX:What did I say about making daddy’s cock so hard at work? I’m going to have to punish you later, baby girl.

A zip of pleasure works its way up my spine and heat gathers between my legs when I imagine him spanking my ass.

GUS:Can’t wait.

I just hit send when Max appears by my side. “Can you help me with something in the back?”

His words are low, his expression intense, and I have a feeling if I say no, he’ll drag me back there anyway.

“Of course. Give me a sec.”

He nods and wanders back to the brewhouse. Making sure Sally is all set and my co-workers aren’t buried in customers, I sneak back into his office. It still smells like fresh paint from the repair work, but I don’t care.

Max slams me up against the door and devours my lips, my legs slip up around his waist and he grinds his hard cock into my crotch.

“You make me so crazy,” he growls, kissing my neck. “I want to fuck you right here, right now.”

“Do it,” I tell him, “Make me—”

My words are interrupted by a knock on the door.

Liam’s voice comes through the wood. “If you could justnotright now, I’d appreciate it. We’re very busy.”

Blushing, I press my lips together and Max puts his forehead against mine. “We’ll be right out,” he calls back.

Muttering all kinds of insults towards his brother, Max sets me down on my feet. “I guess we’ll have to wait.”

“I don’t mind,” I tell him, even if the wait might kill me. “You’re worth waiting for.”

Max pauses, lifts my chin, and shakes his head. “Youwere worth waiting for, Gus. I love you.”

My heart melts in my chest, my world fills with sunshine. Max loves me and I love him.

And with that, I am no longer in my new Gus era. I’m now in my Gus and Max Forever Era and that’s all I’ll ever need.

EPILOGUE

GUS

“Hunky Sutton brothers Max, Liam, and Elliot are the owners of Redpoint Brewery—the newest microbrewery taking the nation and the world by storm,” I read aloud from the Brew Craft article while laying naked in our new bed in our new house.

“Did they have to say hunky?” Max asks with a cringe.

“Uh, yeah. Truth in journalism,” I say, flopping over on his chest so I can continue. He’s so big, I can use him like a mattress and that is…sexy. “May I continue? The brewery itself is a stunning mix of old and new, a lot like the delicious and surprising beer they serve there. You might recognize the Sutton name—they are the sons of the late brewing king Johnathan Sutton—and it’s clear to see, and taste, that brewing is in their DNA.”

“Delicious and surprising?” Max mutters. “I suppose that’s good.”

“Good?” I give him a look like he’s crazy. “That’s high praise. These men have been tasting beer for decades. It probably takes something very special to surprise them.”

He shrugs, a smile playing at his lips. “I suppose.”

I whack him playfully across the shoulder. “Shush, we’re getting to the good part.” I clear my throat. “Though the reason for the brother’s departure from the Sutton corporation is unclear, one thing is certain—they are well on their way to eclipsing the quality and the falling status of the former brewing titan. Plans for more locations are in the works, including one in Denver, Aurora, Colorado Springs, and Vail and it would be my guess that they will be nationwide within a few years.”

“If we’re lucky,” Max says, stretching his arms out behind him before propping his head on them.

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