Page 31 of Her Reclusive Beast

That’s when the realization hits me. “You’re not glowing,” I state rather matter-of-factly. Max stills, his fingers tangled in my hair. “Huh.”

My euphoric state dims a little. “Will it change things? If you can go out into the world when and wherever you want?” I ask quietly, a little afraid to ask my real question which is will he leave me behind?

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Max is, by nature, very intuitive and observant. I don’t think he could be the writer he is if he weren’t. So, of course, he hears my unspoken question. He flips us both over again, so I’m trapped beneath him. “I am going nowhere without you, little Jenna. And quite frankly, I have no desire to ever leave this bed if you’re in it. We’ll see if this is a permanent change. If it is, then maybe I will whisk you off to Paris to feed you macarons in bed there. Or to terrorize Javier when he finally seduces the woman he loves. But I have no desire for big crowds or adulation.”

“Oh,” I murmur, pleased with that answer.

“Now, are you ready for a bath? I want to watch you sinking down on my cock while the water keeps you warm.”

My heart quickens at the image, and I murmur my assent.

“Then stay here while I run the water.” Max slides out of bed and I cozy into the warmth he left behind. I might have briefly fallen asleep because the next thing I know, Max is lowering me into the steamy scented water. I cling to him, needing the feel of his skin under my fingers.

“Little Jenna,” he murmurs with amusement. “You are such a delight.”

I blink at him uncertainly. But Max just shakes his head and proceeds to wash every inch of me. By the time his soapy washcloth has made its way to my pussy, I’m a lot more interested in getting dirty again. Pushing his hand aside, I slide over his thighs. If I didn’t mention it, Max’s tub is this giant soaking pool. Okay, maybe not quite a pool, but at least the size of a generous hot tub. Clasping my hands behind his neck, I stare into his eyes.

“I thought you wanted to watch me sink down on your cock?”

His eyes blaze and he nods sharply. “Move your hands away so I can see clearly, little one.”

I bite my lip. That will throw off my balance, but I do it anyway. Max guides my hips with his hands and then abruptly his cock is sliding over my g spot. I shiver with the burst of sensation. “Just like this, Jenna. This is how I’ve pictured you for months. Eyes bright and eager, your mouth ripe and open for plundering. And your sweet tight pussy…” He moves, jerking his hips ever so slightly and sending his cock in deeper. My eyes flutter shut because I’m cumming hard.

It’s a combination of emotions too intense for words. Like my body is being ripped asunder and put back together again in a new, more alive form. Somewhere in there, Max joins me on the mountain top. The added pressure and tingling of his cum barely registers. When I can finally force my eyes open, his head is flung back over the edge of the tub, his eyes slitted as he watches me possessively. It’s like its own little orgasm right there — the look in his eyes. I shiver, still impaled on his cock until Max abruptly sits up.

Clutching his shoulders so we don’t send waves of water over the side, I lean in to kiss his throat. “You have really good ideas,” I comment idly.

Max’s dry chuckle is slow and sleepy. “I do sometimes, yes. It’s time for sleep, little one. Let’s get you out of here and dry.”

And he proceeds to do just that. His towels are thick and luxurious and I feel precious after he tenderly dries me off, then carries me back over to the bed. Only this time he revels in my naked presence there, tucking me in at his side with one ankle over mine. “Are you making sure I don’t run away?” I ask, half laughing.

Max growls lightly. “You kick in your sleep.”

“How do you know that?” I ask, ready to defend my errant feet.

“What do you think woke me up both nights you snuck into my bed?”

I hmph quietly, seeing as I don’t have a good retort ready. “Well, I’m going to feel free to put my cold feet on your leg if you leave it there.”

His soft kiss on my temple feels like agreement to me. I sigh happily and let myself drift off.

I’m not sure if it’s the sunlight or the heat of Max’s gaze that wakes me. But when my eyes blink open, it’s to find him resting his head on one hand, staring down at me. “What? Do I have drool on my chin or something?”

Max sighs. “I want you again, little one. But Javier is waiting downstairs. He just pinged me. I was debating waking you up.”

“Again? I thought he was leaving town,” I grouse, tired of the interruptions. I’m beyond ready to have Max all to myself, so if the urge to fuck me comes over him, we’re free to take advantage of it. Or vice versa if I ever get the chance to get horny before he does.

Max’s smirk is all male satisfaction. “I’ll make it up to you soon, little one.”

Sitting up, I yawn and stretch my arms over my head. I didn’t do it as a seductive gesture, but the way Max is staring at mytits… “Go on then, get ready to go downstairs,” I tease him. His glare is mild but full of promised retribution.

Five minutes later and we’re both reasonably presentable, although my hair might have gotten re-mussed when Max insisted on one last kiss in the downstairs hallway.

Javier is pacing the kitchen in an unusually agitated fashion. “She has their names. I don’t know how exactly and she’s put the facts together wrong, but she knows,” he blurts out as soon as he spots us.

“What names? Who knows what?” I ask, wondering if Max kept something from me or if I’m otherwise missing something obvious that would have Javier so agitated.

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