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I would be disappointed if I wasn’t so prepared. “I have an IUD.”
I can see him considering what I have just said as a smile grows across his lips.
“I don’t normally do this,” I stammer out, not wanting him to think I am some kind of floozy. “I was recently tested, as well, so you don’t need to worry about any diseases. And I am not going to try to trap you with some unwanted pregnancy, either. That is definitely not my style.”
Max gets an amused look on his face. I realize that I am babbling and finally stop talking.
“Are you done?” he asks with a confident smirk.
I nod, keeping my mouth shut.
Without another word, he leans forward and kisses me again. Where before our kisses were feverish and intense, now he is unhurried and leisurely, as though we have all the time in the world. I suppose we do, but the swift change of pace has left me feeling a little out of sorts.
Max kisses me like I am the woman of his dreams. His hand runs up and down my body, leaving chills behind. It feels like he is worshiping me, and I have never felt so special in my life.
When he rises up above me and positions himself between my legs, I can feel his bare skin press against me. Our eyes meet and we both freeze. The significance of this moment, of what we are doing together, passes through us. Going bareback isn’t something either one of us would normally do, but this isn’t a normal situation.
I give Max my best seductive nod, encouraging him to continue. He shifts his hips forward, rocking into me with a moan of pleasure. My back arches arch up off the mattress at the delicious feeling of fullness. I have never felt more connected to another person as I do now, and not just physically. The unexpected thread that binds the two of us together has never felt more powerful.
I shouldn't have worried about whether or not he was strong enough to support himself in this position. His good arm braces firmly on the mattress as he works himself inside of me, pulsing deeper and deeper. My legs instinctively spread wider so I cantake him completely. Once he fits all the way inside me, he pulls out to the tip and begins to pound me with long, full strokes. He makes it look effortless, save for the bead of sweat on his forehead and the determined look on his face.
“Max!” I scream out in ecstasy as the pleasure becomes too much for me to take anymore.
“Shit, Chloe, I am so close. Where do you want me to come?”
“Anywhere,” I rasp out without really thinking about it.
“Fuck,” he groans right before he pulls out and shoots steaming hot ribbons of ejaculate on my stomach. He collapses onto the mattress next to me, his arm splayed out across my chest territorially.
“Oh my God,” I say finally, throwing an arm over my face with exhaustion.
“The name is Max, babe. Not God.”
I giggle as I turn my head to get a better look at him. His eyes are on mine, almost glowing with pleasure in the dark. He smiles at me, completely disarming me with the unguarded look on his face.
I start to turn my body toward him but then remember the mess we just made.
“Hang on,” he says, jumping up from our cozy spot on the floor and disappearing from view.
A moment later, he is back with a warm cloth. He carefully cleans my stomach from the effects of our lovemaking beforediscarding it on the floor and climbing back into our nest, pulling me so that he is spooning me from behind again.
He has been so sweet, kind, and compassionate tonight. Nothing at all like the man I met a few short weeks ago.
“What time is it?” I ask as the weight of the day finally hits me. I am exhausted.
“About four in the morning, I think?” he says, yawning.
I groan as I wiggle into him, trying to get comfortable. He stops me with his hand on my hip.
“You keep doing that and we are going to end up right where we were before, sweetness,” Max says with amusement in his deep-voiced warning.
I giggle again. “Noted.”
My eyes drift closed as I think about the evening’s events.
The most romantic date anyone has ever planned for me with one of the richest men in America, followed by spending the night in his arms. I am one lucky lady. I won’t lie and say that spending my life in the safety of his strong powerful arms doesn’t sound like something out of my wildest fantasies.
I can take care of myself, of course. But for once, it would be nice to not have to be the strong one. For someone to want to pick up some of the load I have been carrying. Lord knows the weight of everything going on in my life, from my best friend moving away, to my mother’s cancer diagnosis, has been almost more than I can bear.
