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“You’re torturing me!”
“Hardly.” He reaches a hand over to grasp my thigh, giving it a hard squeeze. “You’llknowwhen I’m torturing you, baby.”
I suck in a sharp breath as he casually slides his fingers up to play along the seam of my leggings, keeping his eyes on the road.
“Max…” His name comes out as a needy whimper, but he continues to tease me with featherlight touches.
When we pull into our driveway, I’m practically panting with need and frustration. Max slips his hand away and I whine. He reaches in front of me to open the glove compartment and pulls something out. His hand slips across my neck, resting there for a moment as tension builds between us. I desperately want to lean in and kiss him, but he grabs my chin and turns my face away from him. A moment later, he slips a silky blindfold over my eyes.
My stomach flutters, but I affect an unimpressed tone. “A blindfold? How original.”
Max fists my hair, just enough to cause a sting of pain that melts into delicious arousal a moment later. “Do you want your birthday present or not?” He nips at my ear, and I moan.
God, everything he does makes me burn for him. “Yes…sir.”
His hand tightens in my hair for a second—Max loves when I call him that, especially unprompted. He releases me with a murmured “good girl” before sliding out of the car. Coming over to guide me out of the car, he holds my arm to steady me as he leads me into the house.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Mmm, you’ll see.” His hand slides down to palm my ass.
When he places my hand on a smooth wooden banister, I realize he’s leading me upstairs. I frown slightly. “We’re going to the bedroom?”
Max slaps my ass, pulling a squeak of protest from me. “No more questions, Mona. Unless you want me to skip your present and paddle your ass instead.”
The idea sends a thrill up my spine. But I don’t want to ruin his plans. “Sorry, sir.”
“Wait here,” he commands. His hands release me and I hear a door open.
A minute passes and I shift nervously. My nipples harden as silence stretches out in the darkness, and I know if I were to reach between my thighs, I’d be ridiculously wet.
I’m about to call out for Max when his hand touches my arm, sliding down to hold my hand. I let him lead me a few steps before he stops and he squeezes my hand before releasing it.
“Happy birthday, baby. I hope you like it.” He sounds nervous and his hands fumble a bit as he removes my blindfold.
My eyes blink as I adjust to the influx of light.What in the…?
Our reflections stare back at me as I take in the room. Large mirrors line the wall in front of me, framed by twinkling fairy lights and diaphanous fabric. In one corner sits a workstation with my sewing machine and crafting supplies. All of my costumes hang neatly inside the open closet.
Tears prick at my eyes as I spin around to take in the entire space. I almost miss the small mounted webcam on the wall opposite the mirrors and huff out a stunned laugh. “You made me a dance room,” I say, wiping away tears as Max wraps his arm around my waist.
He searches my face for my reaction, a wrinkle forming between his brows. “Is that okay?”
I blink up at him, still stunned. “Max, this was supposed to be your office! It’s too much.”
He shakes his head adamantly. “I don’t need an office. I do most of my work in my car, in case you forgot.”
“But…” Emotion clogs my throat. I press my face against his shoulder and wrap my arms around him. “You’re too damn good to me.”
“Nope, I’m only giving you what you deserve.” Max squeezes me back and kisses the top of my head.
We stand, holding each other while I thank whatever force brought this magnificent man into my life. When we part, I cock an eyebrow as I look up at the webcam. “What’s that all about?”
“Oh, I figured you could use it to record yourself practicing.” The corner of his mouth quirks despite his casual tone.
“So it’s not for you to creep on me like a pervert? To watch me while I dance and try on costumes?”
“Of course not,” he says with an unconvincing shake of his head.
“So if I were to come in here and spread my legs open wide to touch myself as I imagine your fingers on my pussy, you wouldn’t be watching?” I slide my hand down the front of his pants and palm his erection.
“Such a little slut with those dirty thoughts,” he growls, pressing his hips into my hand.
“You love it,” I say, giving him a firm squeeze.
“I loveyou, dirty girl. Happy Birthday.” His eyes shimmer in the darkness, filled with so much love and desire it takes my breath away.
“Thank you, I love my present and I love you,” I kiss him, showing him just how much I mean those words. “Now I just have to think of a suitable present for your birthday. Hmm, you’re getting old. Soon it won’t be a joke when I call you daddy.”
Max’s cock jerks against my hand and I giggle. “You’re in for it now,” he growls. I squeal and try to run, but he’s too fast. He brings me down to the floor and pins me there as I wriggle against his hold. We both know it’s all an act, and my chest warms even as my arousal builds. I never want him to let me go.
