Page 53 of Trust Issues
“You’re trying to kill me!”
“At least it’ll feel good.” He sucked on my bottom lip and that was it. That was the thing that pushed me over the edge. I locked onto him like a boa constrictor eating lunch. My limbs turned rigid and refused to let him go. My pussy became a fucking vacuum. Max let out a deep groan and I felt his cock jerk inside of me. He was seconds away from coming. I might have been high on sex but not so high that I would let him come inside of me.
“Get down. Get down,” Max warned. I got down too. I dropped to my knees and took his fat chocolate dick in my hands then wrapped my lips around it. We tasted so good together. I let the flavors sing on my tongue right before I was flooded with Max’s cum. I swallowed every drop while he called out some very impressive curse words.
I popped off his dick just in time to hear the apartment door open. Max and I shared stunned looks before scrambling to make sure we were decent.
“Hey, Kyle why is Barkley running around my feet like he hasn’t been out yet?”
Fuck! I forgot to take him out. Bad dog mom.
“I’m changing my clothes. I’m getting ready to take him out now.” I could still taste Max on my tongue with each word I spoke. It was a taste I could learn to crave.
I pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts then walked out of the bedroom with Max behind me. Naima had her nose in her phone but when she looked up she frowned at the sight of me and Max.
“Um, what the fuck were you two doing?” She asked with her arched brows knitted together in the middle of her forehead.
“Minding our business,” I smiled.
“Uh huh. As long as you were minding your business inyourroom, Kyle.”
“Every room in this apartment is my room.”
“Whatever. I know there better not be a wet spot in my bed or I’m burning this entire damn apartment to the ground.”
“Yeah, yeah. Talk your shit later, I’m going to walk Barkley.” Max grabbed the leash and clipped it to Barkley then we slipped out of the door while Naima fussed to herself.
“We’re bad dog parents,” Max chuckled once we were on the elevator.
“We?” I quizzed, quirking up an eyebrow at him.
“We. Don’t try to act like Barks isn’t half mine.”
“You plan on paying half for his vet and grooming bills? I mean let me know where to send the invoice.”
“I would if you asked,” he told me easily with a shrug. When the elevator stopped, we walked into the lobby and Mark made sure not to say a damn thing to either one of us about being together. Max glanced over his shoulder a few times as Mark pretended to have his nose deep in his computer screen then he looked at me.
“Did you cast a spell on him or something? He asked me.
“No. Why do you ask?” I smirked.
“Because he looked like he’d turn to stone if he looked directly at you.”
“Maybe he will. Maybe it’ll keep him out of my damn business.” I unhooked Barkley after he went to the bathroom so he could run free for a little while.
“So in other words, you did say something to him?”
“Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t.”
“I think I’m a glutton for punishment because I love when you wield your powers the way you do.” He put his hands on my hips and pulled me closer to him.
“Even when I use them on you?” I asked, scrunching my nose up and draping my arms across his shoulders. They felt like blocks of onyx.
“You can’t use them on me. That’s where you’re wrong.”
“Oh?” I was amused.
“Oh. We’re formidable foes. Your control freak, queen of high standards bullshit doesn’t work on me. Just like I haven’t forgotten that you never told me why you choose not to wear your real hair at work. I also realize that you arm yourself with impossibly high standards so you feel justified in denying men.” His words scathed me and I dropped my arms to my sides hoping to ease the sting.
