Page 29 of Wrong Idea

“Eat?” I whispered.

“I saw the boxes on your kitchen table. Orders?” he asked, and I nodded, hating to lose the weight of his body on mine. He hopped off the table and then helped me up. We both looked down my body as my fingers moved and touched his release.

“Baby, I can clean you—“ He didn’t say another word when I lifted the tips of my fingers and tasted him. My eyes shut, and I moaned with delight. He tasted earthy and salty with a hint of sweetness. When my eyes opened, his hand cupped the back of my head and pulled me forward. “You don’t play fair, little girl.” He rolled his hips, and my eyes widened with how hard he felt.

“Is that normal?” I blurted, and he blushed.

“Babe.”

“No.” I winced, hoping I hadn’t insulted him. “I mean… you’re, like, well, your age, and I don’t mean anything bad, but—” Oh god, every word I said only made it worse. Thankfully, he chuckled as his hands moved through my hair, and I sighed.

“Only with you, princess.” He ground against me. “Only you get me like this. But not yet,” he rasped. “Let’s take those packages to the post office and get something to eat.”

“Okay.” I grinned, feeling like I was on top of the world.

Funny how that’s how you feel moments before it all comes crashing down.

seven

carver

We had just droppedher orders at the post office and were headed to Pine and Grind. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face from the moment we stepped out of her place. It felt good walking with my girl’s hand in mine. I glanced down beside me, loving the way her pretty, brown eyes rose to meet mine almost like she could feel my stare.

“You’re so beautiful, Max.” I grinned, pulling her closer to drop my mouth on hers. She moaned, and my hand moved to the back of her head before I pulled away. “Have I told you how damn pretty you are today?”

“Only like a hundred times.” Her lips twitched, and I chuckled, loving her sassy side. Shit, I loved every side of her.

“You sure you don’t want to go to the diner?” I asked. “They have heartier meals,” I muttered, knowing she was going to argue. My girl loved her coffee, and I didn’t blame her. The small local mom and pop coffee shop made a great cup of joe.

“I love Pine and Grind’s breakfast sandwiches,” she shared, and I nodded.

“Okay.” I knew there was nothing I wouldn’t do to get her what she wanted. “Max?”

“Yeah, baby?” She smiled.

“There was something else I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Hmm. So you keep saying,” she teased before pressing her side against mine.

“Max, I’m serious?—“

“I am, too. I think the sooner we have this little secretive talk of yours, the better. You keep telling me we can’t do something I really want to do,” she seductively whispered into my ear, “so, let’s talk, refuel, and go home.” I liked hearing her call it that. “And maybe we can finally do that thing we’ve both been waiting too long to do,” she suggested. And even though my cock started to come to life, a knot tightened in my gut.

She had taken the news okay about me not being an actual masseuse. Would she be okay with this? With me being her boss and the owner of the resort?Maybe.I just needed to explain. It was time to fess up.

“So, you see—“ I started to say. “You know how I told you I’m not really a masseuse?”

“Yeah?” We had just crossed the street when a passenger car door opened. Luckily, my girl was already on the street.

“I’m actually—“ When I looked, I came face to face with an all-too-familiar person.

“Mr. Storm,” Stan, the hotel manager said, and I felt like all the blood in my body dropped to the bottoms of my feet.

“Shit,” I whispered under my breath.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there,” the old man apologized, and I didn’t dare look behind me. I felt her eyes on me, watching the two of us.

“No worries.” I tried to side-step Stan, but when I looked beyond him, I winced. Harrison was with him.

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