Page 42 of Waiting for Sunshine

“Damn, I missed you, Sunshine,” he says, kissing the tip of my nose.

“I missed you too. You just kiss a girl and leave her for a week, what’s that about?” I tease.

“I am never leaving you for that long again.” He says reassuringly. I pull my head back and scrunch my nose.

“Actually...” I drag out. He lifts his brow in disapproval.

“Yes?” he asks.

“I am going to San Francisco for a week,” I roll my lips together, waiting for his response.

“San Francisco.” He says, his tone hard. “What for?”

“My old boss, Hugh, invited me to an eventThe Galleryis hosting.”

“Oh, for a whole week?” he asks, still seeming uneasy at the idea.

“Well, the event is only one night, but he booked me a hotel for the week so I thought I would go to some of my old favorite places. Maybe go to the beach and paint a bit.” I explain, “I actually have two tickets to the event, and I was going to see if… Well if it’s not too fast or anything, I was hoping maybe you’d go with me.” My heart is racing inside my chest. I have no idea if this is entirely too fast, or if he has absolutely no interest in going with me. I just figured it would be a fun trip with him, he could see where I used to live, and meet Hugh.

“When do you leave?” he asks.

“Umm. Tomorrow.” I nervously smile. He lets out a sigh and pulls me closer.

“I would love to go with you, Sunshine. Unfortunately, I can’t.” The smile I formed at the beginning of his sentence, drops at the end of it. I poke my lip out in a pout.

“Oh, yeah. That’s okay.” I wave a hand dismissively.

“Tucker and I help with training classes for the new Navy Recruits coming up, and one of them is joining to be a SEAL. They’re week-long classes and they start the day after tomorrow.”

Oh, that’s a pretty legit reason for not going.

“Well, I think it’s really cool that you guys do that. Those guys are lucky to have you both helping train them.” I smile, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Speaking of training, I hear I’m too hard on you?” Max teases, picking me up and wrapping my legs around him.

“Yes! I didn’t realize how crazy you trained me until I went to the gym with Tucker!” I laugh in agreement.

“Well, I told you I’d make it up to you,” he says, setting me down on his desk.

“You did.” I agree, staring back at him.

“So, be a good girl, lay back, and let me.” He commands, leaning in to kiss me as he lowers me back onto his desk.

He begins feathering kisses down my neck to my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine. He runs his hands under my shirt, his warm fingers grabbing onto my waist. When they move down to the button of my jeans I bite my lip in anticipation of what’s to come. I have been fantasizing about this for weeks, I am more than ready for Max to have me, in whatever way he wants.

He undoes the buttons from my favorite flare jeans, sliding them down my legs before discarding them on the couch. He pulls my panties down next and I’m thankful I wore a cute pair today. Not that I think he’d mind by the way he’s looking at me right now. When he slides them over my sneakers I move my feet to kick them off, but he stops me before I can.

“Oh you’re keeping the fucking sneakers on,” he insists. So I do.

He runs his hands all the way up my thighs until his fingertips reach my hips. He licks and kisses my thighs inching his way closer and closer to where I want him the most. I take in a deep breath when his tongue runs along my clit.

“So fucking sweet,” he growls, making my cheeks blush instantly. He brings his tongue back to my pussy, licking me up and down in perfect rhythm. When he licks circles around my clit, I can’t help but let out a soft moan. As if he knows exactly what I need, he slides one finger inside me, followed soon by another. His fingers and tongue work perfectly together until I am full-on panting. I grip his hair and my hips grind in rhythm with him.

“Max,” I moan. I’m aware of the people still in the bar on the other side of the door, I just don’t seem to care at this moment.

“That’s it, baby, let everyone out there know who’s making you feel this good.” He says, lifting his mouth from me only long enough to urge me on. His tongue soon rejoins his fingers, bringing me to the edge of my orgasm. He finds his pace again quickly and I am completely gone. My back arches off the desk, my fingers gripping his hair tighter.

“Oh, Max. I’m coming,” I moan breathlessly.

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