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“Keep doing that and you’ll be in trouble.”
“Mmm, seems I like trouble these days.”
I’ve never slept naked, but when I’m with Max, it seems natural. Besides, it makes morning sex a lot easier.
Max dragged his hand down to slip between my thighs. I pressed my leg back and draped it over his hip offering better access. He didn’t need another invitation.
It’s amazing how well this man knows my body after just a couple months. His fingers circled and plucked, stroked and plunged, bringing me to the edge of orgasm in a short amount of time. He thrust his hips forward, pressing against me from behind and creating a mind-blowing rhythm as he stroked my clit.
“Max.” He always makes sure I come at least once before plunging into me, but today I don’t want to wait. “I want to come with you. Now.”
He rolled onto his back and pulled me with him. We’d stopped using condoms a few weeks ago so I straddled his hips and sat, impaling myself on his hard cock. Our matching groans echoed through the room when I was fully seated and started to move.
Normally I’d take it slow and tease him, but that’s when I’ve already had the edge taken off. Right now, I have one goal in mind and that’s to ride us hard and fast to orgasm.
Sitting back, I pressed him even deeper inside me. He moved his hands up to pluck at my nipples. That did it. I felt the ripples start deep inside and I moved faster then faster still, urging them on until the sensation engulfed my entire body. Max dug his fingers into my ass and held me tight as he thrust up twice then groaned his completion.
I rested my head against his chest and listened as his heartbeat returned to normal. My stomach growled and I bounced up and down with his chuckle.
“I guess it’s time to feed you,” he said.
“I’ll cook breakfast.” Sitting back to look him in the eye, I added, “I owe you a meal or two.”
I shifted off him and stood. He turned onto his back with his hands resting behind his head.
“And I’ll be a man of leisure, lying here until breakfast is served.”
After giving him a quick kiss, I headed to the bathroom to clean up and slip into his robe. I never thought I’d be so comfortable with another man after my divorce, but things are just natural between Max and me. From the moment I laid eyes on him, I felt like I knew him. Maybe we met in a past life.
I walked into the kitchen and perused the cupboards and refrigerator.
“Eggs, pancakes, or French toast?” I yelled.
“Eggs sound good. Over easy. And lots of toast.”
I’d just cracked the eggs into the pan when I heard a pounding on the front door. The one leading from the workshop that I’ve never used.
“Max!” More pounding. “Open the door. I know you’re in there.”
He ran out of the bedroom, slipping his legs into shorts along the way. It would have been comical if I didn’t have a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach.
Max opened the door and a woman marched through. Even in four-inch stilettos, she’s not as tall as me.
“What are you doing here?”
“I’ve been blowing up your phone and you haven’t answered,” she said. “Obviously I need to talk to you. That’s what I’m doing here.”
“I don’t have anything to say to you and I definitely don’t want to hear what you have to say.”
I stood frozen in place, wearing Max’s robe, my hair in a messy bun, and holding the spatula in front of me. In contrast, the mystery woman’s bleach blonde hair is styled into a chin-length bob that falls right back into place after every head shake. Her flawless red lipstick matches her nail polish perfectly. She can’t be more than five-feet-four in heels, but exudes power, giving her a larger-than-life presence.
“This is a great opportunity.”
“I don’t care.”
“They’re offering a lot of money.”
“Again. I. Don’t. Care.”
