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Time ceased to exist as I found myself floating in a cocoon of pleasure. A place where nothing mattered except for how incredible the movements of his tongue were. The absolute sorcery of his talented fingers as they played my body like a fine-tuned piano.
A throaty moan escaped me as sensual heat sizzled through my body to every nerve ending. My chin dropped to my chest as he rewarded me, and I reveled in the way he brought me back to the precipice where I’d been before.
No, scratch that.
It was so much more intense. As a decadent warmth rushed in, it was like bracing for the fall on a rollercoaster. My muscles tensed, I licked my lips, and my soft breaths rapidly puffed over them.
Until finally, it hit.
I shattered.
“Fuck! Max!” I screamed as I came all over his face. Fluid gushed with each contraction of my walls around his still moving fingers and I heard the wet, sloppy sounds through my blissful haze. As the pulses slowed, he drew out every single second—milking one, then two more throbs of ecstasy from me until I shuddered in the aftermath.
Reverently, he licked every drop from me as my vision cleared and my heartbeat settled. Then he put his fingers in his mouth, closed his lips around both, and slowly withdrew them.
In a daze, I blinked down at him and his self-satisfied grin. I didn’t even want to think about what he wiped off his chin with the back of his hand. If I did, I might die of mortification.
“That was….”
“Yes?” he prompted with a lift of his brows.
“Holy shit, Max. That was… I have no words.”
“Then I did it right,” he smugly replied.
A breathless laugh tumbled from my lips.
After he gently lifted my legs from his shoulders and slid me back on the counter, he got to his feet. Stepping into the V of my thighs, he cradled my face and softly kissed my parted lips. I tasted myself on his tongue.
“I’m sorry about… you know,” I muttered as my cheeks heated. I squeezed my eyes shut because I was afraid to see if it got on his shirt.
“Don’t be sorry. That was hot as fuck.”
When he scooped me up and effortlessly carried me to the bed, I clung to him. The feel of his muscles flexing under the soft fabric of his shirt did something to my insides. Like I wanted to feel that every day of my life.
Mentally, I paused.
“What’s wrong?” he asked with a concerned wrinkle between his brows. The fact that he knew me well enough to know something was off should’ve made me turn tail and run. Yet I stayed.
“Nothing,” I murmured with a forced smile, then lied. “Just thinking about family stuff.”
“I just ate your pussy until you came all over my face, and now I’m about to fuck you until you’re hoarse from screaming my name… and you’re thinking about family stuff? I need to up my game,” he teased as he settled me on the massive bed.
Though he was joking, he was right. What the hell was wrong with me? He was absolutely drool-worthy. Everything about the man’s body was amazing. He was literally the man women dreamed of fucking—at least once. And I was lucky enough to have him as what was becoming a regular hook-up.
I didn’t need to mess up a good thing by catching feelings for him. After we’d both been clear about our expectations going into this, it would end in me getting my heart broken—again. Because he’d given me no inclination that his feelings had changed on the matter.
That was part of the reason I had decided not to tell anyone about what we had going. None of my friends or family would understand. They would all expect a relationship or to know details that I didn’t want to share with anyone.
For the brief time I’d have Max, I wanted to greedily keep what we had, all to myself.
“Mmm, I think that sounds like a fantastic idea,” I purred, shoving my worries to the back of my mind where they belonged.
After all, the clock was ticking and the end date for what we had was looming.
Leaning up on one elbow, I grabbed his waistband and pulled him closer. “Get these off. Now.”
He didn’t waste a second.
