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“That was faster than I planned…again,” Max says with a huff.
I smile into the cushion and peel a strand of my hair out of my mouth. “The beauty of this arrangement is that there’s always next time.”
Max laughs and presses his lips onto my shoulder blade, sucking a spot softly before extracting himself from my body. He walks bare-assed down the hall to the bathroom and sets about his business as I heave myself off the couch and shakily slip into my robe.
When he comes back out, he’s got a seriously sexy smile on his face as he slips back into his black boxer briefs and stands before me like a Calvin Klein model.
I drop down onto the sofa and watch him curiously as he pulls his jeans up over his hips and leaves them unbuttoned.
“Hey, if we’re going to be doing this on a semi-regular basis, then I have to ask…what’s with your eye contact thing?” My eyes narrow to see what his body language does.
He sighs heavily and pauses his pursuit of putting on his T-shirt. “Uh…no, I’m not going there.”
“Why not?” I ask, feeling offended.
“Because it’s personal.”
“What do you think what we just did was?” I snap, not willing to let this one go. If he can be a nosy asshole, so can I. He checks his phone for a moment, and I fear he’s going to leave without telling me, so I offer, “If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?”
His eyes lift to mine, looking mildly intrigued. He clicks his tongue with a teasing smirk. “Depends how good yours is.”
I lick my lips and feel my cheeks heat.
“Shit, it is good,” he says with a dirty smirk and comes over to join me on the couch in all his shirtless, unbuckled jeans glory.
Honestly, the way his abdomen looks when he sits down is insane. His abs just sort of stack on top of each other and look good enough to eat. Though truthfully, Max would look just as hot with a dad bod.
“Come on, I’m waiting…” he pries, his eyes looking younger by the second.
I roll my eyes. “Fine, you want to know my kink?” I hesitate, chewing on my lip nervously as his eyes burn into me. “I’m intrigued by the idea of a little…light choking.”
Max’s eyes bulge. “Choking?”
“Not like…breath play, where you make me pass out and bring me back to life. Just like…” I grab his hand and hold it to my neck. His fingers curl around my flesh gently as he embraces me. “Just like…a claiming.”
He bites his lip and eyes me sensually. “What do you like about it?”
I shiver at his wicked tone. “Just the idea of a man’s masculine hand wrapped around the most tender part of a woman’s body. A neckline is very elegant, don’t you think?”
He releases my neck and nuzzles into me, sniffing deeply before pulling back and replying reverently, “Fuck yes.”
I smile, pleased at his reaction to my freaky side. “So the thought of you gripping it fiercely and trusting you’ll protect me…” I wet my lips and shudder. “It’s hot.”
His eyes heat with desire as he watches me for a moment, so I nudge him in the abs. “Now, come on, tell me yours, Mr. Eye Contact.”
He sighs dramatically and turns to face forward, slumping in the couch as he rubs his hand over his head. “Jessica never looked at me during sex.”
My brow furrows. “What?”
He looks defeated as he lays his head back on the couch and stares up at the ceiling. “Jess never made eye contact with me all the times we were intimate. It should have been a sign.”
“A sign that she was a lesbian?” I ask, filling in the blanks.
He shrugs. “Yeah.”
I take a moment to absorb that train of thought. Could there be any truth to it? I guess only Jessica would know that. My voice is thoughtful when I inquire, “So now you think any woman who doesn’t gaze into your stunning indigo eyes as you rock her fucking world could possibly be into women?”
“My eyes are blue,” he replies, avoiding the question.
