Page 47 of Wrong Idea

“Max,” he sighed, scratching the back of his neck.

“Are there?” I pressed, even though I had a feeling I knew the answer.

“Yes. In the laundry room and…“ He stopped and watched me walk back and forth.

“Where?” I asked, pushing for an answer when he hesitated to tell me more.

“At your place. I replaced them while you slept that same night after the penthouse.”

“What? You were at my place?” I asked, being taken by surprise.

“You want the truth?” I nodded, positive I needed to hear everything he had been up to before I sealed my fate to his.

“The truth is, there hasn’t been a night I haven’t watched over you since we met. And that includes these last four days.”

“Watched over me…” I whispered. “In what way?”

“Whether I snuck into your apartment or sat in one of the trucks from the resort across the street,” he confessed, and it made sense. He did have a key, and I never thought of changing the locks. Maybe because a part of me, a dark twisted part, liked the idea of him doing what he’d done.

“Have you really been on the bus when I go home?”

“Yes. It’s scary how tired you are after your shift that you don’t notice who is around. You don’t even look up at who might be on the bus with you.” I shrugged because he wasn’t wrong.

“Have you… have you taken anything from my place?” I asked because there was something I hadn’t been able to find.

“A pair of pink panties.” My thighs pressed together, and in the getup I was wearing, there would be no denying the wet spot that started to form on my panties. I should have kept my robe on.He took them!

“I took them the first time I slipped into your place.” His head tilted as he watched me. Something changed in the air. It became thicker, headier. “I jerked off in them right by your bed. I couldn’t help myself. How your apartment smelled like you with the taste of your pretty pussy on my tongue. I couldn’t stop myself. I was like a fucking animal,” he shared roughly.

His hands clenched around his knees. Like he was trying to hold himself back from standing up and taking me in his arms.

“Did you come in them?” I asked, my voice hoarse in my own ears. My chest rose and fell heavily, making my breasts jiggle with every exhale and step.

“Too many times to count, princess.”

“Why didn’t you fuck me? I begged, and you always kept us from going there.”

“I didn’t want this to come out because the truth always comes out, no matter how hard you try. I didn’t want you to regret giving me something as precious as your virginity. I didn’t want to be some asshole who tricked you.”

“But you did.” I couldn’t stop myself. “You tricked me,” I accused, stepping closer to him. “You tricked me, and you made me fall in love with you.” His nose flared.

“Max, princess, fuck!”

“You made me fall so deeply in love with you, I hated not talking to you. Even with knowing everything. Tell me there are no more secrets,” I pleaded, standing in front of him, just within reach. His eyes moved up body, leaving a trail of heat and ache until they reached mine. My nipples were painfully hard under my bra.

“I need to know if I give you another chance, there are no other secrets. That we can actually move on.” His gaze turned molten.

“You think you could do that?” He stood slowly. Suddenly, I felt like a gazelle standing in front of a ferocious lion.

“I know I can. I’m not mad. Not anymore. If anything…”

“What, princess?” I could see the hope start to grow in his eyes. I got it. After thinking about how strong the pull was for both us, and under the circumstances, I had been obsessed with him as well. I might not have gone to the lengths he had, but if I could have, I wouldn’t have thought twice.

“I kind of even get it because…” I chewed on my lower lip. My confession would change the direction of where we were headed. I knew there would be no turning back, and I couldn’t wait. “If I had had a way to watch you while you worked, I would have doneit, too,” I confessed. His hands turned to fists at his sides and his nose flared.

“Max.” He stepped forward, but I shook my head. My body yelled at me to let him get closer. To let him touch me and finally take me. My skin was overheated and tingled with need, but I needed something from him before we went there.

“I love you, Carver. I might not know the“—I pointed up and down at him—“suit-wearing man or the boss, but I know you. I feel it in my bones.”

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