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My breath caught in my throat. I knew all it would take was one shift of a head or dart of an eye for people to see us, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the ache between my thighs and how Max was going to sate it.
He gripped the strands of my hair and lifted my head, whispering in my ear, “Forget what your brain is telling you. Just
listen to the sound of my voice and focus on my touch.”
My eyes darted from one end of the room to the other, furiously trying to find out if someone was watching us. But they weren’t. No one cared. There was already sex going on in the room, and even if they did notice, it wouldn’t matter. Not to these people. Watching people fuck was just another day on the job. I would be just another naked body.
But I was still nervous.
I heard the jingle of his belt, the rip of a condom wrapper, and then he was inside me. I made a guttural noise that originated in my belly, getting louder with each inch he pushed inside me. He clamped his hand across my mouth to keep me quiet as he continued his slow assault. His actions were the exact opposite of what was going on in front of me.
On the couch, the fucking was fast and furious. Skin slapping, grunting and groaning, sweaty bodies, and hairlines.
But Max took his time. He fucked me so thoroughly, so deeply, the blood in my veins boiled to the point of wanting to break free of my skin just to cool down.
He continued to thrust and although he went slow, my stomach still thumped against the counter. I knew I’d be bruised the next day. The idea of my body being marked because of sex only heightened my pleasure.
“That’s it, baby.” Somehow, he knew my body better than I did. “Lose control.”
Maybe it was the grip he had on my hair that caused my brain to shut down. Maybe it was the feeling of his cock pulsing between my legs. Whatever the case, I did as he’d asked. I fisted my hands on the counter and squeezed my legs tighter, increasing the friction of his cock pulsing in and out, and I lost control.
He leaned down, pressing his mouth to my shoulder, linking his hands with mine. He brought our arms in, curling them into my breasts, but he continued to pump. He built me higher and higher, closer and closer until with one quick movement I was erect, my back pressing against his front. I placed my palms on the granite and pushed back, meeting his thrusts with my own.
That seemed to get him excited. He groaned, placing his palm around my neck, holding me in place against him. The diminished circulation to my brain numbed my body, making his actions even more gratifying.
It only took a few more thrusts and my orgasm smashed into me with the force of an asteroid. And it’s exactly what it felt like, my body exploding into a million different shards, getting lost in the oblivion.
“Fuck, yeah,” he grunted behind me. This time when he pulled my hair, I craned my neck and our mouths met, our lips tangling together. With one last thrust, he grunted his pleasure into my mouth. His hand twitched against my hip and I felt him shudder behind me.
His lips fell away and found their way to my shoulders, his warm breath tickling my skin. When his grip loosened in my hair, I fell forward, letting my forehead rest on the cool granite.
In the distance, I heard clapping and shouting. Ben’s voice finally registered. “And the award for best female performance of the year goes to…”
I blinked, trying my best to focus my vision. When I opened my eyes, everyone involved in the filming of the scene had their eyes in my direction. Ben grinned like a Cheshire cat. Lacey and the hottest porn star who ever lived were lounging on the couch, but watched with smiles and appreciative eyes.
“Everly, you sure you don’t want to star in your own scene?”
Heat rushed up my neck and spread through my cheeks, but I wasn’t embarrassed. Two weeks ago, Everly Parker would have run into the other room and locked herself in until everyone left.
Before you met Max, you’d never do something like this.
But I felt confident. Strong in my sexuality. While I wouldn’t go so far as to say I would make porn, I certainly got the rush. The elevated desire at the prospect of being caught, of being watched. Of enjoying it. Because it was fun. Because it felt good.
Before we left the condo, Max took out the bucket list and placed a checkmark beside one more item.
Give yourself permission to lose control.
I’d given myself permission all right. Although Max had made it possible, and Max had made it acceptable. For some reason, it was easier to let myself go with a man like him. That realization was disheartening. I didn’t purposely think of him as beneath me, but the fact that he worked in the sex trade made it less intimidating to like sex, to revel in the pleasure and bliss and everything that came with it.
Meeting Max Levin, the most carefree, liberal man I’d ever known had changed something. Suddenly, the strict, responsible, focused, head-down, nose-to-the-grind life I’d been living was knocked off its axis. I was floundering, trying my best to figure out which end was up. I wasn’t this girl. I wasn’t the girl who sat and daydreamed about a guy. But here I was again, struggling to answer the question that had plagued my entire life. Trying to decide between what I want to do and what I have to do.
Suddenly, for the first time, what I wanted to do was winning.
Chapter 23
Max
Obviously there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for this girl.
