Page 60 of Rush (White Lace 1)


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I rubbed my thumb along his bottom lip. “My appreciation.”

“Hmmm…” He lifted his pelvis, pressing his erection against me. “I do like being appreciated.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m generous with doling it out.” I leaned in for another kiss, but he pulled away, teasing me.

I wasn’t in the mood for teasing. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head down. Our mouths smashed together, a clash of tongues, as he rocked my world with just his lips.

I lost myself in his kiss. Forgetting my accomplishment. Forgetting where we were and who I was supposed to be. Until someone cleared their throat.

We broke apart, and I rested my forehead against his chest. I peeked between his arm and side and saw Grace standing on the staircase with a huge smile on her face. She was dolled up. Obviously on her way out for work.

She looked stunning in a black pencil skirt and red satin sleeveless blouse.

Max dropped me, and turned us around, keeping my back to his front. A strategic move considering his hard-on was still pressed against me.

“Sorry to interrupt, but…” She pointed at the door. “I have an appointment.”

We shuffled away from the door as Grace sashayed toward us.

Before she stepped out, she leaned in to me. “I sent you my details.”

I nodded, acknowledging our pact. She always kept me in the loop about where she’d be. For safety reasons. “There’s cookies in the kitchen.” Then she winked. “As you were.”

With a smile, she sauntered out the door and closed it behind her.

“I couldn’t agree more.” Max swooped me up and carried me to the second floor. Instead of taking me to my bedroom, he dropped me in front of the bathroom.

“Pit stop?” I raised my eyebrow in question.

“Not quite.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me across the threshold. “Have I ever told you how much I love sports bras?” He lifted my T-shirt over my head. “Especially…” He placed his finger at the hollow of my neck and trailed it down my sweaty skin to my cleavage. “…this right here.”

“You like my cleavage.”

“Love your cleavage.” He bent at his knees and kissed my neck. “Love your neck.” He kissed his way up to my jaw and peppered more kisses up my cheek to my forehead then down my nose, until he captured my lips. “And these lips.” He swiped his tongue across the seam of my lips and I opened for him, letting him invade my mouth with his warmth. “Love these lips.”

“You do?”

He stopped kissing me, long enough to give me a smirk and a nod.

Just tell him what you want.

Grace’s voice echoed in my brain. We were going to do this on my terms. I was ready to take this to the next level. Sadie had armed me with a book of skills I needed to impress, and I had studied it cover to cover.

“Well, then…” I blew out a heavy breath, bracing my stomach for his response. “I think it’s time my lips got acquainted with your cock.”

Chapter 17

Max

Christ.

I wasn’t a religious man. I didn’t know if there was a heaven or a hell. Wasn’t sure if there was a God or savior.

But right now…I would convert to whatever religion Everly wanted me to if it meant her lips would touch my cock.

I left her in the doorway and headed to the shower. Turning on the water, I tested it, letting the stream warm up. When it was acceptable, I pulled the small button on the faucet and the water moved to the detachable showerhead above.

I pulled my shirt over my head and, without a second thought, pulled down my shorts and boxers until I stood naked, letting Everly lick her lips and ogle my body.

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