Page 33 of Her Reclusive Beast

“Remember, I’m the editor, not the creative writer,” I remind him dryly.

He rolls his eyes with mild humor. “Fine. I want you naked and riding my cock before lunch. You can fill in the details of how you arrive in that position.”

I gulp, my cheeks flaming. I guess that is kind of the obvious conclusion. And now I want that. Badly.

“Stop fretting, Jenna. Your lack of sexual ploys is completely alluring. I relish being the one to show you pleasure in all its forms.”

“You won’t get bored with me? When you’ve run out of things to teach me?”

Max stares at me. “Have you not heard a word I said over the last week?”

I blink back at him in consternation.

16

“Strip in front of the fire, little one,” Max instructs me in a low, quiet voice from his deep reading chair. His bare feet are up on the ottoman and he’s wearing only a loose forest green velour robe. My mouth goes dry when I notice the way the soft fabric is tenting over his hard cock. My pussy feels empty and so very lonely over here by the fireplace where he left me. Hurriedly I slip out of my jeans and sweater, taking my underwear with them as I go. Lastly, the wool socks join the pile, although I seriously debated leaving them on. The fire Max started in the small fireplace hasn’t fully warmed the room yet.

“Now come over here and sit on my lap.”

I pad over to his chair and sit down gingerly on his thighs, facing to the side.

“Maybe a little closer,” Max murmurs with dry humor.

I roll my eyes at him before bracing my hand on his chest to scoot towards it slightly.

He sighs. “Tell me all the things I do wrong with commas,” he commands.

I peer at him sideways. Is he being serious right now?

Max gestures with his fingers for me to commence. I guess he is.

“Well,” I take a deep breath. “You abide by no style guide known to man. You need to pick one and stick with it. Commas are not a when the mood takes you kind of thing. Sometimes it’s impossible to decipher the meaning of your sentences with the exception that they contradict each other due to the comma placement.”

Max guides my chin slightly to the side with his warm hand, then kisses me deeply. “I am a bad, bad man,” he growls quietly in my ear after slowly releasing my mouth from his. I press my lips together to test them after being so throughly devoured.

“Well, it’s not like committing murder,” I acquiesce, feeling slightly more charitable.

“I doubt you’re done cataloging my sins with commas, sweet Jenna.” He slides one hand under my rear and begins lightly fingering my pussy. I squirm on his lap, eager to give him more access, wanting his touch to deepen and penetrate me. His right hand clamps down on my thigh to hold me in place.

“Keep going,” he orders.

My side eye has no effect on him. “You’re thoroughly inconsistent with Oxford commas,” I grouse. “If you would just pick a style guide, you wouldn’t have to think about it, but as it is, you should decide whether you’re for or against and stick to that.”

In my enthusiasm I’ve rotated a quarter turn, so I’m now facing Max and poking at his firm chest in the deep V-opening of his robe.

He smirks down at me. “Really? Now why would I want to do a thing like that?” His hand moves out from under me to part his robe, revealing his thick, ruddy cock.

I lick my lower lip, then bite it. “Because it will make the difference between whether licking, sucking, and sliding on yourcock are two things or three,” I breathe out, unable to take my eyes off the single bead of precum blooming on the mushroom tip. My thighs are wet and slippery from my pussy’s anticipation. Instinctively, I rise up slightly on my knees.

“You make an excellent point,” Max comments idly as he guides his cock to nudge my entrance. When he doesn’t enter me, I realize he’s waiting for me to sink down. I do so slowly. Partly because of his size, but mostly because I want to relish every millimeter.

“Which would you prefer, little one?” His voice has gone raspy, as if he’s trying to maintain control.

“Hmm?” I’ve lost all recollection of our conversation now that his cock is buried deep within me and that wonderful tingling, glowing feeling has come over me.

“Would you prefer that the licking, sucking, and sliding be two actions or three?”

“Three!” I squeak as he bottoms out. I don’t think I can move again, he’s wedged in so tight.

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