Page 70 of Trust Issues
“Maybe I’m trying to get you drunk. Just go with the flow.”
“You don’t have to get me drunk to get sex. I’ll still give you the dick without coercion.”
“Of course, you will. Getting you drunk is just to loosen you up. Now, I did what you asked and went to work without my wig. Can you at least have a cordial conversation with your brother?”
“Who? Owen? I talk to that knucklehead every day.”
“Max, don’t start,” I lifted my eyebrow at him and he sighed, stretching his legs out under the table. His toes tickled mine and I tried to intercept the line he had directly to my pussy but it didn’t work. Everything that man did made me hot. I pressed my knees together and rested my chin on my fist.
“Wait, wait, Kyle. You want me to talk to Nathaniel because you accidentally went to work without your wig? You didn’t go in there with the purpose of conquering your fears.”
“Let’s not talk semantics,” I said, waving my hand in the air.
“Oh, fuck that. We’re talking semantics all night long. You don’t get to bargain with me based on a lucky mistake you made. A mistake that was fueled by me, might I add?”
I took a sip from my glass then aimed my pointer finger at him. “Whatever. My point is…”
“No. Not whatever, Kyle. You don’t get to tell me what to fix. You couldn’t even take off your damn wig and walk into work voluntarily. Now, maybe if you try asking nicely, I’ll consider it. Believe it or not, I do consider you to be a brilliant woman. I’m not doing a motherfucking thing based on that bullshit you tried to pull though.”
Ask nicely?
He wanted me to ask him nicely?
That didn’t compute. I took another long drink then toyed with the ends of my hair. My belly was already full of good food and alcohol but I still ate a few more bites to fill the silence with something.
“You can’t do it, can you? You can’t be nice when you ask me to do something. You have to demand it.” He chuckled a little and rested his elbows on the table. His coffee eyes shone under the soft lights in the dining room. “I’m not one of your clients, Kyle. I’m also not one of your friends that wave off your bossy ass attitude. If we’re going to be together then you’ll get me to cooperate by asking instead of telling.” He stood up from the table and took his empty plate into the kitchen while I sat there feeling like a defiant teenager.
Why the fuck did he do that?
Why did he make something that should have been so easy, so hard? Or maybe that was me being difficult. It wasn’t like his response was unreasonable.
“Okay,” I said, standing up. I folded my arms across my body and walked into the kitchen where Max was. “So, let me get this straight…we’re together. That’s a definite, right? You and I are in a relationship? Boyfriend and girlfriend?”
“Yes, counselor.” He smirked at me and my chest tightened. Heat flushed my cheeks and for once, I didn’t fight my smile.
“So if I’m nice, you promise you won’t rub it in my face later?” I took another step toward him and he smiled down at me, tipping my chin up slightly. He dragged his thumb along my full bottom lip and my eyes fell shut because the gravity of him touching me was too much right then.
“Promise.”
“Okay. Maxwell, will you please talk to your brother the next time you have the chance?” I tried to sound as sweet as possible and it must have worked because he smiled at me and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“I don’t know what it is about you, Kyle but I can’t tell you no.”
“So that’s a yes,” I asked.
“Yes. I’ll try to talk to him.”
“And not put him through a wall?”
“I can’t make any promises, but I’ll try not to.”
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MAXWELL
I woke up with Kyle’s slender arms draped across my chest and her legs thrown across my middle. She slept wild as hell. I couldn’t blame her since I ate her pussy until she convulsed then fucked her until she cried and told me she didn’t think she could come anymore.
Spoiler alert: I made her come again after that.
