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“Good grief, get your minds out of the gutter,” I scolded, my hands on my hips as I glared around the restaurant. The laughter only increased as I shook my head and snatched the fork out of Max’s hand, stabbed it into the slice of pie and forked an even bigger bite into my mouth.
“See, Mia, everybody agrees it’s perfectly normal to be a little kinky,” Max said, his lips brushing the lobe of my ear.
While I managed to swallow without choking, I totally lost the ability to breathe when he cupped my chin in his fingers, tilted my head back and kissed me. Why the crowd didn’t cheer at the fireworks that I could feel exploding all around me, I didn’t know. I also didn’t care what had happened to the fork in my hand or the slice of pie. All I knew was that the moment one kiss ended, another began. And when my feet left the floor, I twined my arms around my prince’s neck and kissed him right back.
CHAPTER 7
Max
I’d spend the rest of my days thanking the fates that brought Mia to me. I’d also thank her for being the most remarkable woman I’d ever met. While she was no longer the little girl I’d left in tears, waving at me as I climbed aboard the helicopter that took me away from her life, she retained all the best things I remembered about her. Her smile lit up her entire face and her laugh made a person immediately feel better. She found joy in the simplest things like tossing peanut shells and eating ribs with her fingers. Though she was wearing a gown, shoes, and earrings that would cover at least a full month’s rent for those seated at nearby tables, she would be just as stunning in a pair of ripped jeans and a t-shirt. Seeing her attempt to wrap her arms around Smokey’s waist had made the huge man blush and, believe me, that was a sight I’d never forget.
More than anything, I loved her heart. She had damned me not all that long ago and now apparently was ready to forgive me. When I’d kissed her, it hadn’t taken but a single heartbeat before her lips went soft against mine and she was kissing me back. I don’t know what stars had aligned to make my life so blessed when I was so unworthy, but I wasn’t foolish enough to refuse the gift.
When I became aware that not only were we yet again the center of attention, but that I was sporting a hard-on, I had two choices. And since the first would most likely land me in a jail cell for indecency no matter how weird Austinites were supposed to like their city, the second choice was the one I took. I slid her down my body until she found her feet. She gave a little gasp of surprise as her torso came in contact with the bulge behind my zipper. “Stay close,” I said softly as I released her in order to dig my wallet out of my back pocket.
When she realized what I was doing, she placed her hand on my arm. “I meant it when I said dessert was on me.”
“Believe me, I plan on savoring every nibble and lick of you as my dessert, but I’m paying for dinner.”
When she shook her head, I leaned down until my forehead rested on hers. “If you argue, you’re going to learn exactly how your Dom wields a nice thick paddle against your bare ass.”
Her hand slowly withdrew even as she shook her head. “Uh-uh, I distinctly remember marking through that implement and as the owner of the club, I’m hoping you honor my form, Max.”
“That’s Master to you, Princess, and I’ll give you a final chance to change your form. Otherwise, I’ll be left with no other choice than to strip you naked, bind you to the St. Andrew’s cross and set you on fire with my whip.”
Her mouth dropped open and though her cheeks turned scarlet, she did absolutely nothing to cool my ardor when she whispered, “You have your very own whip?”
I groaned, pulled every bill out of my wallet and threw the wad on the table. “We’re outta here.”
She laughed and waved to the crowd who all clapped, wishes for a happy birthday and thanks for the desserts following us out into the night. Once free of the lights inside, I swept her up in my arms, forcing her to wrap her legs around me, which meant her dress had to be rucked up high on those slender thighs. With one arm around her waist, her ass settled on the ridge that my cock provided.
“Oh my, is that a banana in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?” The question was asked as she batted her eyelashes and pursed her lips into an exaggerated bow.
“I see you still watch far too many old movies,” I said, swatting her butt with my free hand before pressing my finger to the truck’s lock and opening the door.
“What else is a girl to do when she’s locked away in an ivory tower?” she said then spoiled the poor-little-princess persona by giggling.
I transferred her from my arms to the seat, but captured her chin in my hand so she had no choice but to look at me. “Since the little prisoner seems to have escaped her gilded cage, I’m going to give you a choice.”
“You are?”
I supposed I shouldn’t be shocked at her surprise, but that didn’t mean it didn’t irk me that in the twenty-first century she had to ask. “Yes, Mia, I promise you will always have a choice.”
Any teasing disappeared as a softness came to her eyes. She lifted her hand and took mine, freeing her from my hold. “Thank you, Max,” she murmured before she pushed up and brushed her lips over mine.
It was another few minutes before I broke the kiss and drew in a deep breath. Not that I needed the extra oxygen but to give myself time to cool down before I went off in my pants like some untried teen.
“You’re killing me here, you know,” I accused as she licked lips that were now slightly swollen.
“Well, that’s a shame. And here I was hoping that one of those choices you mentioned included a far more personal tour of Revelation.”
I could only hope my cock would survive even with a definite zipper mark permanently embossed into its shaft.
“It does, but with very specific specifications.”
“I promise, this time I’ll fill out the form honestly.” She drew her fingers across her heart and then held out her hand with her pinkie crooked. “I pinky swear, I won’t cheat even a little.”
Memories of her doing the same thing a thousand times engulfed me. She’d made me pinkie swear about everything from promising not to rat on her for swiping cookies to an entire loaf of bread in order to spend the afternoon ripping off pieces from slice after slice to feed to the ducks and turtles living in the ponds scattered among the dense trees that surrounded her home. Or the time when she was eleven and I came across her huddled in the shadow of a shed. When I asked what was wrong, she confessed she’d not yelled out when the gardener’s son grabbed her and demanded a kiss before he’d let her go. She was worried she’d die and go straight to hell even though she’d turned at the last minute so his lips landed on her cheek. With our pinkies linked, I’d told her no such thing would ever happen and that it wasn’t kissing that damned Eve. After she calmed and skipped into the kitchen to get a treat, I went to find the boy and threatened him within an inch of his life if I ever discovered he’d touched her again. Not that I hadn’t kissed a girl or two myself when girls went from being icky to almost as mystical as unicorns with the hormones kicking in to start my growth from a boy to a young man, but grabbing one and demanding a ransom wasn’t a scenario I wanted this boy to remember fondly.
