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“Just like you said, it’s perfect. But…” I quickly close the space between us.

“But what?” She pouts.

“But I’m about to have to take that right back off of you.” I throw her over my shoulder and haul her perfect ass back to my bedroom.

“Max!” she squeals. “Put me down.” Her words are coming out as laughs.

I toss her on the bed and rip my shirt off over my head. I pull her workout shorts off of her legs, being met with absolutely nothing underneath. My eyes snap to hers and she bites her lip, drawing a growl from deep in my chest.

“What the hell am I going to do with you?”

“Whatever you want.” She teases. I lean in close to her grabbing her by the jaw, lighting the fire in those ocean blues.

“Ruining that damn sweatshirt was the best thing I’ve ever done. Now, take this one off before it’s ruined too.” I demand, taking a step back. I watch as she lifts the fabric over her head, painstakingly slow, her peaked nipples waiting to greet me through the bright green fabric. When she reaches for the zipper I hadn’t noticed on the front of her sports bra, I grab her wrist to stop her. I take her other wrist and hold them both in one hand as I lay her back on the bed. With my free hand I reach for the zipper tugging it down until her bra pops open, freeing her perfect, full breasts. I bring my lips to her ear.

“I am ruined for you, Sunshine.” I tell her, before biting on her neck, making her whimper.

“Then ruin me, too.” She pleads, making my dick throb inside my boxers.

So I do. I stand up long enough to toss my pants to the side with hers before I take her wrists in my hand once more. I bury my dick inside her, hard and deep with every thrust, making the most beautiful moans fall from her lips. I move my hands from around her wrists, gripping her tight at her full hips, she reaches up, digging her nails into my back as my name replaces her moans when she reaches her release. Her back arches as her pussy pulses around my dick, biting her lip as she does. I take her lips in mine, emptying myself into her as she still rides out her orgasm. She grabs my face in her hands, kissing me with such ferocity, I can only hope she’s ruined for me too.

CHAPTER30

MAX

The last twoweeks have been some of my favorite that I’ve ever experienced. Shane’s been keeping busy as usual between the bar, helping out at the local art center, and planning Lauren’s fucking birthday party. So I’m stealing every spare second she has. Who knew how much shit went into planning a party. What ever happened to beer, food, music, and a few people you can tolerate longer than an hour?

I’ve made it a point to hangout upstairs with Riley and watch her paint, even when she’s there for hours on end. We’ve gotten to ruin a few corners of her art studio in the process and I’m not mad about it. There’s probably more places in this bar we’ve broken in than most people would care to know about.

We’re both scheduled behind the bar today so we can attend Lauren’s party together tonight, and I remember now why I don’t schedule myself with Shane anymore. It takes everything in me not to drag her back to my office every time those ocean blue eyes land on mine.

She’s on her way back behind the bar when Lenny gets into it with some asshole by the pool tables. Apparently this guy tried to weasel his way into Drengr after banging Lenny’s daughter last year – but they found out he cheated on her so they told him no.Obviously.

Lenny rears back with a pool cue just as Shane is walking past and it hits her in the eye. My blood starts boiling the minute I see it happen. I rush around the bar and am stepping in front of her in a matter of seconds.

I grab the pool cue from Lenny as he’s turning to see what, or better yetwho,he just hit. He knows he fucked up when he sees Shane, then realizes how bad when he sees the anger that is living rent free on my face now.

“Oh, Shane. Sweetheart, I’m so sorry.” Lenny says to her with panic in his voice. He turns to look at me. “Max, I–” I cut him off before he can finish.

“Lenny, you know I have a no BS policy in this bar. You’ve been coming here since I opened, you of all people know, you got a problem you take it the fuck outside. You just about took out my girl and I really don’t wanna have to kick your ass over it.” I snap at him.

“You. Leave.” I direct at the asshole he was getting into it with.

“Lenny, I’ll deal with you later,” I say, tossing the pool cue to the ground. It echoes in the otherwise silent bar as I turn to Shane who is holding her head right above her eyebrow.

“Sorry again sweetheart,” Lenny says quietly as he nods to his crew and heads out the door.

“It’s alright Lenny, really.” Shane says back sweetly.

“Like fuck it is.” I growl, tipping her chin up to look at me. There’s a small cut and a bruise forming around it already. I have a mind to go after Lenny and kick his ass after all for hurting her. She must see it on my face because she runs her hands along my arms, giving me a comforting smile.

“Max, really. I’m okay. It was just an accident.” I take a deep breath, trying to meet her in the calmness she’s somehow remained in. How she manages to be perfectly level-headed through shit like this blows my mind.

“Come with me.” I direct, heading towards the kitchen.

“Marco, you’re in charge for a minute.” Marco nods and continues moving around the floor. He’s not a bartender by any means, but if someone needs something besides a beer, they can fucking wait a minute. I grab some ice from the kitchen and wrap it in a bar towel, holding it up to her eye. Her ocean blues look up at me and everything in me goes weak.

“Thanks, Max.” She says softly.

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