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I pouted. “Why not?”

“Because I want my first time with you to be raw. You should know, Wren. I’m never going to fuck you with a condom on. We’ll see my doc later and both get tested.”

“Oh.”

Damn, he was so meticulous about the way he wanted me. That he was willing to wait made me like him just a bit more than I should.

He was still my boss. I was still an intern. And in a few weeks, when I finished my internship, we would both go our separate ways. I couldn’t afford feelings.

This is just sex.

So I acted like it, going down on my knees and taking Maxim’s cock into my mouth. And when a few minutes later, he sprayed his cum all over my face, I almost believed it.

Almost.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

WREN

“You sure I can’t persuade you to stay?”

Maxim stood in front of the door, his broad frame an immovable barrier between me and the space I so desperately needed. His voice was smooth, but something flickered in his eyes—something unguarded, almost earnest—that made my resolve waver.

For a moment, my fingers twitched around the notepad I’d brought with me for our business dinner last night. The only reminder that none of what had happened between us had been planned.

Otherwise, I would have an overnight bag, and I sure as hell would not have been caught dead in any of those clothes Maxim’splaythingswore. Even if he’d assured me that all the clothes were new.

For someone who’d just slept with their boss, I had to admit the day was going surprisingly well. We’d started with mind-blowing shower sex that made me come hard from Maxim’s tongue and fingers, just like the night before. I nowhad a whole new appreciation for getting finger-fucked, courtesy of him. As if that weren’t enough, he took me out for breakfast before driving us to his private doctor’s office for a full panel STD test. Thorough, of course. Just like him.

Despite Maxim’s resolve to avoid penetration, we’d been making out on the sofa way too hard just now. We’d almost gone all the way. He’d begged me to let him put the tip in, reminding me we’d already gotten back our results for most of the tests, and they were all negative.

I’d almost given in, but what was the sense of going to all the trouble to do the test if we were only going to disregard it and have unprotected sex without knowing our full status? Moreover, I still wasn’t sure how I felt about sleeping with Maxim when he had a shrine upstairs with clothes for the boys he usually fucked.

I’d told him I needed to go back to my apartment. It was either that or I’d be riding Maxim’s dick without a care in the world. And I was determined to be a responsible adult, even if it was hot how much he wanted me that he would risk it.

“I have laundry to do still,” I said. “And I’m pretty sure Jess is worried sick about me. Plus, I?—”

“All right, I get it.” He stepped aside. “Come on, then.”

With a deep breath, I walked past him outside. His hand landed on the small of my back. I would never have thought Maxim to be so touchy-feely, but he touched me every chance he got.

Lowkey, that did things to me.

And I felt myself melting.

He was fucking perfect in every way.

I was giddy with happiness.

The air outside was warm, thick with the late afternoon sun. Sergei stood by the car, his usual stoic presence a relief that I no longer had to be alone with Maxim. No more temptation. No more squeezing my ass, cupping my cock, or gripping my jaw just to kiss me.

I’d consumed way too much Maxim in less than twenty-four hours, and I needed some alonetime to think.

“I told you I could take a cab,” I groaned.

“No.”

“Seriously, I?—”

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