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“What’s your problem? You’re acting like you have a huge bug up your ass.”
“The only problem I have is trying to keep you safe,” he growled. “Going to a crowded club with wall to wall strangers was a bad idea.”
Sloane folded her arms. “Foster didn’t seem to think so.”
“That’s because Foster was thinking of keeping Bella happy. I was thinking of keepingyoualive.”
Sloane didn’t know what to say. She was so angry with him for ruining her night and yet at the same time she understood what he was saying. She knew he was trying to look after her. The whole situation sucked. She hated being babysat. She hated being a burden on him. She decided she didn’t want to fight with him.
“Do you mind if I shower first? All that dancing made me sweaty.”
“No, go ahead.”
“Thank you. Good night.”
“Night.”
Sloane wanted to press him. She wanted to ask if keeping her safe was all that was on his mind. He was pissed at her. She couldn’t bring herself to ask, though. She didn’t want him to tell her how he screwed up with Charlie. Ignorance is bliss. On the dance floor with his arms around her was by far the most sensual encounter that she’d had in…well, ever. Like a ray of sunlight, it warmed her, bringing with it desire like she’d never known. Her panties were still damp with it.
She stripped everything off and stepped into the shower. She poured body wash into her hand, lathering herself. Her palms moved smoothly over her breasts, the nipples peeking into stiff points. She closed her eyes. She remembered the way they pressed into Max’s hard chest, not even an hour ago. There was something about Maxwell Fear that pushed every one of her buttons. She massaged her hands down her body, picturing Max there with her. She imagined him holding her from behind.
Sliding her hand down lower, her fingers touched the delicate folds between her thighs. Skimming them gently, she shivered. Placing one foot on the side of the tub, she let her head fall back, giving into the sensations overwhelming her body. The water continued to rinse away the rest of the suds as she plunged her finger inside. Already the digit was slick with her juices. Sloane pulled it out before pushing back in, adding another finger this time. In and out she drove them repeatedly. Soft moans escaped her, even as she bit down on her bottom lip to stop it. The pressure, building rapidly. Her hips rocked forward on their own accord, fighting for sweet release.
She imagined Max’s hands on her like they were on the dance floor. The feel of his breath in her face. She imagined they were still there dancing. That they were his fingers bringing her closer. Not caring who witnessed their performance.
It hit her hard and fast. Her inner walls squeezed her fingers as she cried out. It almost had her collapsing on the shower floor. Using the tile wall to hold her up, she waited until the aftershocks subsided before rinsing herself yet again. Finally, exhausted, she wrapped herself in a towel. She hustled to her room, dropping the towel at her feet before collapsing onto the bed.
***
Max
The entire drive home, all Max could see was the image of Gutter Mouth pressing his lips to Sloane’s. He couldn’t even say anything, for crying out loud. He’d had Charlie there for no reason other than to fuck her afterward. He was so pissed he could hardly see straight. Now might be a good time to ask her what was going on with them, but what if he didn’t like the answer? What if she was interested in Gutter Mouth for real? He hoped she was just flirting to have some fun. For now, he had to try to ignore it. He wished he could ignore the way she felt in his arms.
Once Sloane was in the shower, he checked his messages. Nothing but a few solicitors, thankfully. This whole mess started with checking his messages. He was worn out. He needed to stretch out in bed and get some much-needed rest. His emotions were all over the place. He wasn’t used to feeling this way, but something about her called to him.
Climbing the stairs, he heard a moan. His body instantly on alert, he pulled his gun from his waistband, stopping outside the bathroom door. No way, she couldn’t be. Yet, there it was again. A soft moan. She was inhisshower getting herself off while he stood in the hallway like a dirty pervert listening.
His cock grew hard quickly. It was almost painful as it strained in an odd angle against his zipper. He reached down to adjust himself, trying to alleviate the ache. Another moan, more intense now. He swiftly began undoing the button on his jeans. Tugging the zipper down and releasing himself into his hand, he began to work his cock. He spread the bead of pre-cum down his shaft, stroking himself to the sound of Sloane’s pleasure.
Max wished he was in there with her. He imagined covering every inch of her sweet ivory flesh with his lips. He kept his pace slow, only increasing the grip and strength of each pull. His breathing grew shallower with each pump of his wrist. Like a deviant, he pressed his forehead to the bathroom door. It reminded him of the way he’d pressed it against Sloane’s at the club. The way her eyes had been glued to him as he’d learned her body with his hands.
The urgency in her murmurs increased. He was close. Reaching behind him, he pulled his t-shirt off with his other hand and positioned it to catch the mess he was about to create. She cried out loudly, pushing him over the edge. Thick tendrils of cum spurted from him onto his shirt. As soon as he was done, he moved—as quickly as he could—to his room. He left the door open a crack to watch her move from one room to the next. Her face was flushed, nothing except a big fluffy gray towel covering her. She swayed with physical exhaustion. He made up his mind right then and there. Her next orgasm would belong to him.
Chapter Ten
Sloane
Morning was not a friend to Sloane. Her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth while a freight train barreled through her head.Ugh.Why oh why did she drink that last margarita? She rolled out of bed slowly. She was still naked from when she crawled—or fell—into bed last night. Quickly, or as quickly as she could in her condition, she haphazardly pulled on a blue tank top and a pair of plaid flannel sleep shorts. She found Max in the kitchen, head hanging over a coffee mug that smelled absolutely fantastic.
Her cheeks heated with the memory of her self-induced release, with the sexy Max Fear as her inspiration. He never even bothered to raise his head to acknowledge her existence. So at least he wouldn’t wonder what was going on with her rosy cheeks.Whatever.All she wanted was a cup of that steaming life elixir to help put her head on straight. A half dozen aspirin wouldn’t hurt either.
Not wanting to break the silence, Sloane moved around the kitchen stealthily collecting what she needed for a perfect cup of Joe. Like she wasn’t even there, Max got off the stool, washed out his mug, and placed it in the dishwasher. Sloane was just about to ask him what his problem was when he walked out of the room. No way was she gonna hang around here today. She felt unwanted, like an intruder. She wasn’t going to stay where she wasn’t wanted. Maybe she’d call Bella later and take her up on her offer.
Twenty minutes later, she was dressed with a minimal amount of makeup on. Max was nowhere in sight. She stopped to listen at the basement steps. She could hear music accompanied by the clink of weights. She almost felt bad about going through his kitchen drawers, but she was quickly rewarded with her prize in the second one opened. She removed the pen and notepad and jotted down a quick note, pinning it to the fridge under a magnet for a local pizza delivery joint. When he came up for water, he was certain to see it.
The cab pulled up out front about ten minutes later. Sloane didn’t waste any time running out to it. Jumping inside, she gave the driver her destination. She would have taken her own car, but her keys were missing and she couldn’t find them. She felt like a teenager sneaking out after she had been grounded. She sat in the back seat of the cab grinning. The cab driver probably thought she was a moron.Oh well.
First stop, the mall. Retail therapy was in order. She wandered through the stores looking for nothing in particular. She didn’t need lingerie, since she no longer had a man to wear it for. She didn’t need anything for the apartment, because she wasn’t sure when she could go back. Work clothes seemed ridiculous, since she had no idea what would happen to her job.
