Page 54 of Make Me Whole

She shrugged and closed the doors behind her. “It turns into a bed. You’ll be comfortable.”

“And lonely,” I whispered, reaching for her waist.

She bit her lip, and it was too much. I pulled her down, and she laughed as she dropped the bedding and fell on my lap.

“Today was incredible,” I whispered, kissing her softly.

“It was. You’re a great dad, Max. A sexy one, too. Seeing you carrying Ella from house to house was a major turn-on.”

I liked the way this conversation was going. I also liked the way she played with my bowtie, as if she was dying to take it off.

“Is that what does it for you? A hot daddy?” I teased with a cocked brow, my hands skimming her ribs.

She laughed and shrugged. “Considering our age gap and how horny you make me, it absolutely is.”

I groaned at the reminder of how complicated our relationship was. “That’s not how I meant it, Sky.”

She giggled and kissed my lips, my jaw, my earlobe. “I know. I’m just joking to keep a grip on reality. Getting lost in this fantasy would be a little too easy.”

“What fantasy?” My hands continued to journey upward from her waist to her chest. When my palms cupped her breasts, Sky pulled in a sharp breath that I felt from my heart to my groin. “What fantasy, baby?”

Her lips tugged, and her head dipped sideways to give room for my tongue to taste her. I was happy to oblige. “The one where we’re an actual family and in love.”

“That is a sweet one.” She moaned in agreement. A genuine smile curled up my lips as an idea hit me. “What if we lose ourselves in it, then? What if we stay in character as Gomez and Morticia?”

Sky pulled her head back, breaking the contact of my mouth with her neck. Her eyes were a little out of focus, confused but full of emotion. “Do you want that?”

I want much more than that.I couldn’t admit that. Not yet, at least. So I went with something simpler. “Yes. You’ve bewitched me, and I’m not ready to be rid of the spell.”

“In that case,Mon Cher, welcome to my dungeon.”

22

SKY

Holding my gaze, Max sat back and spread his arms. “Do your worst, witch.”

I bit my lips and reached for his bowtie. My hands shook as I untied it and got up from his lap. In all of our trysts, Max had been the one in charge and he was great at it. But this was my turn, my chance to have him in whatever way I wanted.

There were two problems, though. I was much less confident in my sexual prowess than in his, and I wanted him in so many ways it was hard to decide where to start.

He undid the top button of his shirt and raised a brow as if challenging me to get this show moving. Not one to refuse a challenge, I told my racing heart to shut up and stood a little taller.

“Give me your hands,” I ordered. With an amused smirk, Max extended his hands, and that’s when I noticed my mistake. “Remove your shirt first, then give me your hands.”

He nodded and obeyed. Without breaking eye contact, he unbuttoned his shirt, slid it off his arms and shoulders, and tossed it toward the duffel bag in the corner of the room. He relaxed against the couch and finally offered me his wrists.

My mouth felt like sandpaper as I stared at him. Hard work had chiseled his torso to perfection and nature had adorned him with the perfect amount of chest muscles. I begged my hands not to shake as I bent over and tied the bowtie around his wrists to secure them together.

“Hmmm . . .” Max hummed. I looked at him from under my lashes and chuckled at the way he stared down the deep V of my dress from where my boobs were currently spilling out. He licked his lips.

“Do you like them?”

He nodded and groaned. “You have no idea how much.”

“Wanna see them?”

Max shrugged. “See, touch, taste, bury my cock between them . . . I’m good with any option.”

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