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“So much fun.” I sighed and let my ass rest against the counter. “I don’t think I’ve ever had this much fun.”
“Could have fooled me.” I heard the soft stream hitting the toilet water. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were a party girl.”
The toilet flushed and when I looked over, Bobbi was pulling up her pants. She edged me away from the sink so she could wash her hands. “What’s going on with you and Max?”
I hadn’t turned around to face the mirror, but I didn’t have to to know that she was looking at my profile.
“We’re just hanging out. He’s helping me train.” I slid my finger across the edge of the marble counter. The speckled surface ebbed and flowed, like the markings were alive. Wicked.
She placed her hand on my shoulder. “Just don’t break his heart, or next time it won’t be Absinthe in your shot glass.” Bobbi’s voice was soft, as if she were speaking to me from the other side of the door.
Wait, what? Did she just…
“Everything okay in there.” There was that muffled sound again.
Whoo. This shit was heavy. Now I was even hearing things.
“We’re great,” Bobbi responded to the voice.
I guess the voice was real.
She opened the door and squeezed herself between Max and the doorway. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. Without a word, he backed me into the counter and I moaned when his body pressed against mine.
He nuzzled my neck and his scent surrounded me. His musky, spicy aftershave overpowered the vanilla scent of the bathroom.
“You’re cute when you’re wasted.”
“Cute?” I sagged against him. “I don’t want to be cute.”
The story of my life. I was never the sexy girl. Never like Grace. And I never would be.
“Why not? I like you cute.”
I sighed.
I didn’t want to be cute, damn it! I wanted to be sexy. I wanted to be exactly the type of woman he was looking for.
My head was spinning. Not in a bad way. I didn’t feel sick. My stomach wasn’t queasy and I didn’t have a headache. I was spinning with lust. With overwhelming sexual tension I’d been harboring all night. And now that we were alone, I couldn’t contain it. I shot up, attacking his mouth. He moaned into mine and I smiled, as best I could with my lips busy working his. His hands found the small of my back and he squeezed me tighter. He was so hard, so strong. I loved the way I felt fragile and vulnerable in his arms. I was always controlled. Intact. This man turned me into a puddle of goo with just one wink.
“I want to be sexy for you.”
I’d never said that before, not out loud. Definitely not to Max. The insecurity I felt because of his occupation was tough to ignore. Every time he labeled me with one of those words…the words that kept you permanently in the friend zone—cute, sweet, adorable. Those were the adjectives of death, and there was no coming back from them.
I squeaked when he lifted me and sat me on the counter. I balanced myself on the lip of the sink.
“You are sexy.” He kissed me hard then pulled away, his breath heavy against my face. “So fucking sexy. I get a hard-on every time I see you. I can barely keep my dick in check.”
I smiled. Those were the things every girl wanted to hear, and for a girl like me, one who wasn’t used to male attention, it was the entire world.
I let my hand drift down his chest, ripple over his abs to the waistband of his jeans. I traveled lower and cupped his erection. I rubbed up and down his length as he moaned and groaned, harder and longer the stronger my grip.
The effects of the Absinthe had heightened my senses, just like Bobbi had said it would. I didn’t think anything could make Max better than he already was in my eyes. But in this small space, his voice was deeper, his touch was hotter. His face was more beautiful.
I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything but stare, mesmerized, enchanted, by the man who was Max Levin.
On a regular day I was broken open by the beauty and power of him. My brain on Max Levin—scrambled. But right now, everything was in slow motion. A swirl of light and color, like fireworks bursting all around me. My brain on Max Levin on Absinthe—completely explosive.
His hands kneaded my breasts then traveled to my ass, working his way into my jeans. He squeezed the flesh. When I went to make a move, to take things to the next level, he backed away.
