Page 50 of Max

Slowly, up I went. How was it possible that I still tingled with every move? How was it possible that even when I had him when he was in me, I still craved him?

"Bean," Max warned, his palms gliding up to my hips.

"Just a little bit longer," I breathed.

I couldn't hold my head up anymore, and with my next down glide, I sat up, threw my head back, closed my eyes, and took Max to the hilt. The feel was glorious each and every time.

The feeling was so full I thought I would burst. But the best part was, it had nothing to do with his hard cock pulsing inside me. And everything with this man loving me.

"Skylar," he was losing patience, his hands squeezed in warning, but he still let me take my fill.

I stopped gliding and ground down. Looking down, I got his hooded eyes. Mine were unfocused probably, but his? His had desire and love warring in them. And it was all for me.

I smiled a half-smile and used his line against him.

"You want something, baby? All you have to do is ask for it."

He did.

“Get all the time you need, Bean,” Max leaned down to me where I was lounging in bed and kissed me. “Brody will wait.”

I smiled.

He left the room. I didn’t want to leave our bubble, but it was time to go to the office and take that part of my life back in my hands. When we discussed it, Max insisted he came with me. I reminded him that even though he was retired, he still had stuff to do. He wasn’t happy. So he found a way to keep an eye on me, even while we were apart. He called Brody to take me to the office and then come back and take me home when I was ready. I protested, but apparently, his former team was fascinated by the idea of Max having a woman in his life, so Brody jumped to the chance. With nothing to do about it, I got out of bed to get ready and face the day.

I wish I didn’t.

Chapter Sixteen

Max

I was so tired I couldn’t see straight. For the last three days, we didn’t leave the bedroom.

We couldn’t get enough of each other. Fuck, but I was a moron for playing games. If I knew what was behind her shy and demure behavior, I would fuck her in my car in front of that church. I smiled and shook my head at my own stupidity while reaching for my phone that was ringing.

"Nico Barone was found dead an hour ago," Chace said urgently in his ear. "He was positioned kneeling in front of the Home Sweet Home office."

"Fuck!"

"Max, brother," I wasn't sure, but Chace sounded like he was going to hurl.

"That means-" the burn in my gut was getting up to my esophagus.

"They're after, Sky," he said, what I didn't have the strength to say.

"Fuck!" I exploded.

"Where is she?"

"She went to the office. Chace," the guilt drowned me. "She asked me if it was okay to go and I said it was"

“Fuck!” Chace exploded. “When was that?”

“Three hours ago,” Dread filled the pit of my stomach.

“There was no sign of her there. Maybe she took a detour and went somewhere else?”

“No,” my voice was high. “Brody would call if she did. And he said he escorted her to the door and checked the premises.”