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I was panting.

I was trashing.

I was losing my mind from the extraordinary feel.

Bursts of colors flashed in front of my eyes, and the room started spinning. And then the orgasm went even more intense. I lost myself in it.

“Fucking hell, Max!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

He was merciless as he ate me and finger fucked me until I came again. And again. I lost track of time. Every time I came, it was bigger. I didn’t even know where I was. My sole focus was Max and what he was doing between my legs. Only when I closed my legs and gently pushed at the top of his head, did he stop. He crawled up my body, kissing it on his way up. I threw my hands over my face. I was ready to go back to sleep.

“That will keep you satisfied for a while,” I peeked under my forearm at him.

He had a smug look.

“Don’t count on it,” I said.

Throwing his head back, he gifted me with another sight that I stored in my memory bank, the one of him laughing.

“See you downstairs. I’ll get the coffee ready.”

He kissed me, his hilarity still on his lips, and went out of the room. I turned on my belly, hugged the pillow, sighed, and I realized I was happy.

***

"Fucking hell, she's trying to kill me," he muttered, looking at his coffee cup like it held the answer to eternal youth.

I didn't know what he was on about. Still, it didn't matter as my participation in that particular conversation wasn't needed since he went on.

"Walking down here in barely there shorts and a tank top after I ate her not even fifteen minutes ago and gave her three orgasms."

"I'm sorry?" I knew he was talking about me, but he was wrong. "First, it's the crack of dawn, I just woke up and am already ready to go back to be. I also am in a daring need of caffeine. These are my sleep clothes, and everyone knows they need to be comfy. Second, it's summer, it's hot and no matter what time of year it is, I need to cover myself while I sleep so I can wrap the sheet around me. Hence, the barely-there shorts as you called them," I indicated my body with my hand.

When he opened his mouth, I put that hand up to stop him.

“Second,” I carried on. “You're the one that put a stop at festivities going on in our bed. I would have been more than happy to carry on as you well know. Sure, it was hot, it was awesome, but may I remind you that you are also the one to give you a break. And you are the one who left me in that bed upstairs, alone.”

I stressed the last word. He again tried to speak, but again, I didn't let him.

“So, all this crap about trying to kill you is all on you," I pointed at him with my index finger.

“I see I still have a little monster Skylar on my hands, three orgasms, and it’s still not enough. Makes for an interesting future and fun of finding creative ways to tame you,” his smile turned sexy.

Then again, it always was. What he said gave me a rush, but I ignored it. Without a word, I took the mug from his hands and walked to the French doors.

There, I turned and announced, “Now, I'm going out to enjoy my coffee. There's a new deck that's kick-ass, the sun's shining and birds are chirping. I intend to enjoy all of that. It's not as hot as hell, but it is summer, and I won't need a blanket to feel comfortable. If you can swing

it, you are welcome to join me, but fair warning, at some point, I'll probably put up my feet to a railing, and my shorts will hitch up even more.”

I watched as a smile morphed into a frown than to a gulp. I turned and walked out. I did it with a satisfied smile. I was sipping my third sip and looked at the green that was all around me when the doors behind me open. Max sat without a word next to me. I put my feet up on the railing.

“Fuck,” Max muttered.

I turned to him and winked. Seeing me wink, his face got soft. Then he grabbed my chair and pulled it toward him. We drank our coffee, and I was happy.

The only thing that married my happiness was the fact I only once got a hold of Kiki. She ended the call under two minutes, saying only she was fine and she was going to call me. She was out partying. I should have guessed. Also, I had a habit of asking Max every day if there were sights of Nico or if they had any new information. They didn’t. I was getting tired of his antics. I needed him in jail so we could get on with the rest of our lives. And I needed it over fast. I only stopped asking because every time I did, before answering me, Max would grit his teeth. The good news was, Melanie had enough of hiding with her parents, and she was coming back home. I couldn’t wait to see her.

“Could we have a party?” I asked out of the blue one evening while we were lying in bed.