Page 112 of The Ruthless and the Strong

I grabbed onto his hip and looked up at him so he could read my eyes. That seemed to be the very thing to throw him off the edge.

It didn’t take him long to come. He braced his weight with one hand against the wall, and with a low groan, he came in my mouth.

I swallowed as much as I could, as fast as I could, and still some dripped out. My breathing was laborious, and though I didn’t get to come, this was so fucking satisfying. Max pulled out of me before reaching down for me and lifting me up in his arms. He moved to the bed with me on his lap. When I tried to make a move to adjust my shirt back, he stopped me, shackling my wrists with each hand and pulling away.

“I like the view,” he said.

I rolled my eyes, smiling a bit, until he moved his hand up to play with my breasts, cupping one before moving on to the other, and then pinching my nipples slightly.

I looked at him. “I have to get Hunter ready for school soon,” I said regretfully, though I didn’t bother moving off his lap.

“I know,” he said, though he didn’t make any move to stop playing with my breasts. “Have dinner with me tonight?” he asked.

I nodded. “Okay.”

“Just you, okay? There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

Fuck, was tonight the night he was going to propose? But I wasn’t ready. I stilled in his lap and Max watched me carefully. I forced myself to relax. “Okay. I’m sure Olivia wouldn’t mind watching Hunter for a bit.”

I thought I must have imagined it, but his eyes looked sad very briefly, before he blinked and then it was gone. He gently moved me to the bed and stood up. He smiled, though it didn’t exactly reach his eyes. “Go, baby. Go wake Hunter up, before I give into the temptation and take you.”

I adjusted my shirt then and Max held out his hand, pulling me off the bed. I stood in front of him, tilting my head back to take in his face. We didn’t say anything for a moment, and I pushed up on my tiptoes and gave him a chaste kiss on his jawline, his stubble tickling my lips a bit, before I moved out the room.

I didn’t turn around once, but I could feel the heat of his gaze on me the entire time.

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