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He wanted to question why it felt so damn important to him, but he knew the answer. It was Aster. Always had been, always would be. And now that they’d found each other again, he wouldn’t rest until he’d really made herhis.

Chapter Six

It was raining when Max came to pick her up on Saturday night, but she’d followed the directions he’d given her in that low, gravelly tone over the phone, and worn a lightweight black cotton dress. She’d also already eaten dinner, had a bath, and worn her hair up per his instructions.

She loved the ritual of preparing herself for him. It was something she’d always enjoyed—getting ready for an evening of kink. It always put her a little bit into subspace.

Her pulse ran hot when she heard his car pull up, and she waited impatiently for him to come to the door. When she opened it, he was dressed in black jeans and a black button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his strong forearms.

“Hey.”

His smile went through her like a hand stroking her inner thigh—her response was that immediate, that hot.

“Hi, Max.”

She knew she was grinning like an adoring teenager, but she couldn’t help herself. Then he grabbed her, his arm laced tightly around her waist, pulling her in close, and kissed her thoroughly while she melted into him.

By the time he pulled back, she was breathless.

“Did you pack your overnight bag as I instructed?”

“Yes, it’s right here.”

“Yes, what?” he demanded.

Oh, God. He was going to make her say it already.

“Yes, Sir.”

Her entire system blazed with need, her pussy going damp.

“Good girl.”

A moan escaped her.

He grinned. “I love that you’re such an easy mark.”

“Max!”

He nuzzled her cheek, murmuring, “You going to tell me saying you’re a good girl, making you call me Sir, doesn’t make your muscles go lax? Doesn’t make your sweet pussy wet? Because I know it does. If I put my hand between your lovely thighs, you’d be soaked, wouldn’t you?”

She swallowed, hard. She was growing wetter with every word from him.

“You don’t have to answer. I already know I’m right.”

All she could do was burrow her face into his neck and breathe him in.

“Ready to go?”

“Mm, yes. Let me get my purse.”

He released her, and she turned to pick up her handbag from the console table in the hallway, taking a quick moment to check her reflection in the small antique mirror over the table. Her green eyes glowed back at her. Oh yes, she was definitely already hitting subspace.

Max picked up her overnight bag and draped her sweater over her shoulders, then he took the keys from her hand and they stepped outside. He paused to lock her door before picking up the umbrella he’d brought and left on the doorstep.

“Come on, baby. Let’s get you out of this rain.”

They dashed to the driveway, and he handed her into the car, closed the door, then placed her bag on the back seat before getting in himself.

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