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“They are a lot more than blue, Max,” I respond seriously, and he turns to look at me with a vulnerability in his gaze that I’ve never seen before. I reach out and slide my fingertip over his furrowed brow line, and his eyes flutter closed as I skate my touch over his eyelids. “It depends on what you’re wearing, but sometimes they look dark purple…like when you’re by the pool. Everly’s manage to look bluer in the water, but yours pull something else. And I swear when you’re aroused…they darken to damn near navy.”
When he opens his eyes to look at me again, the roaring fire in the depths of them has my stomach doing an entire gymnastics routine.
My breath catches in my chest, and an idea comes to mind. “I want to try something,” I state, un-threading the sash on my robe while feeling his gaze on me. Swallowing the nervous knot in my throat, I tie the robe tie around my eyes.
“What are you doing?” His voice is a deep, husky rasp.
“Give me your hand,” I command, and when I feel his large warm palm against mine, I scootch down in my seat and lay my head on the back of the sofa.
Guiding him between my legs, I press his fingers against my center. A strangled grunt emits from him as he pushes one finger inside me.
“What do you feel?” I ask, my pelvis thrusting up to meet his finger as he pulls it out and swirls it around my clit.
“You’re wet as always.”
I smile knowingly. “I don’t have to look at you to know it’s you causing my body to react like this.”
He thrusts a second finger inside me, and I cry out at the invasion. I’m tender down there from our couch fuck, but the pain is delicious in some ways. Like scratching a bug bite you know you shouldn’t scratch.
“Just feeling your body heat, Max, and smelling that crazy hot cologne you wear is all I need to—”
Max has taken over now, his fingers thrusting quickly inside me as he shifts off the couch to the space between my legs. He pulls his fingers out to put my legs on his shoulders, and I cry out again when his whiskers brush against my inner thigh.
“Max!” I exclaim when his tongue swirls along my bundle of nerves, his hot breath blowing against my damp thighs. He teases me mercilessly as my hands score through his hair and my hips pump up into his face, begging for more.
I struggle not to rip the robe sash off my eyes because I’m sure he looks incredibly sexy between my legs right now. But he needs to know that it’s him turning me on whether I can look at him or not.
Max sucks hard and bites down lightly, and the sudden sharp strum causes a wave of pressure to explode between my thighs. I scream loudly, my legs squeezing around his head as my fingers pull on his hair, my climax taking over all my wits.
When I finally peel myself off the ceiling, I can hear Max chuckling from his position between my legs. Blindfold still intact, I slide off the sofa like jelly onto his lap before he pulls the blindfold off to see the blissed-out, drugged-out expression all over my face.
His lips glisten with my arousal as he murmurs sexily, “You missed a good show.”
I smile dreamily. “I don’t need to watch you to know that I want you, Max.”
Well…that escalated quickly, I think to myself as I brush my teeth on Monday morning. I didn’t fully expect to sleep with Cassandra again last night, but when she texted saying she had a leaky faucet and wondered if I could come take a look, I didn’t question the matter.
Spoiler alert…her faucet was fine.
So was her shower, by the way. Props to me for springing for the rainfall showerhead in the tiny house. I was able to enjoy every bare inch of Cassandra’s body and keep us both warm under the hot water at the same time.
Except for that one moment when a notification went off on my phone and I had to dart out of the shower to check it, only to see a text from my mother. I seriously need to change the notification sound on my security system to prevent that from happening again.
But regardless, I was glad she texted. Saturday night, it took every bit of my strength not to go knocking on her door again. I submerged myself with work, poring over documents I finally received from All-Out and doing my best to stop myself from staring down at her place every time I looked out my bedroom window.
Jesus, I really am a stalker.
Cassandra didn’t look like she was home, which is probably why I was so fixated. She told me in the shower that she spent Saturday night at her sister’s house for dinner, and the level of relief I felt knowing she didn’t go to a bar was a little alarming. I never really considered myself a jealous person. Yeah, I had issues watching Jessica move on with another woman, but I wasn’t jealous. I was just adjusting to the idea that we wouldn’t be a family anymore.
It was hard to watch the woman I was with all through college and had a child with right after we graduated turn into someone completely different. Yeah, she was still the woman I fell in love with, but it was impossible for me not to wonder if it was the real her that I loved…or the version of herself she thought society wanted her to be.
Those were the thoughts that consumed me after she sent me a bunch of articles about compulsory heterosexuality, which is something she identified with. It’s the theory that heterosexuality is assumed and semi-enforced upon women by a patriarchal and heteronormative society. Basically, society only fed her straight culture, and until she was comfortable enough to go against the supposed “norm,” she couldn’t truly identify with her sexuality.
It all made sense to me, and frankly, opened my eyes up to ideas I had never considered. Not that my opinion on her sexuality really mattered. It was Jess’s journey, and I was happy for her to finally speak her truth. I was even happy when she married Kailey only two years after we divorced. I attended the wedding.
But Jessica’s coming out changed me as well. It made me more guarded and less of a believer in love. I stopped seeking out meaningful relationships and focused on being a dad and growing my company. Honestly, having split custody with Everly meant that I could obsess over my work when Everly wasn’t with me. I hate to say my divorce helped my business flourish, but it did. If we had been a traditional happy family all living under one roof, I wouldn’t have dedicated the time I did to my company to bring it to the next level.
It’s wild how my ex-wife’s sexuality changed the course of my entire future. Now I’m on the brink of leveling up my company once again, yet here I sit, brushing my teeth and thinking about the nanny.
