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I want Max down there. I need to save myself for Max, I know I do.
The soft knock at my door makes me bolt upright, another cry escaping me.
Dad pokes his head around the door, flapping a glossy menu in his hand.
“I was thinking, Indian?” he offers apologetically, waving it like a white flag.
I hold up my Italian menu.
“I already made Italian,” I joke, and dad welcomes my mood.
“I’m sorry honey, I really am. I feel awful about the cruise, but I really can’t get out of this Taiwan deal.”
“It’s okay, dad. Max and I can keep your seat warm,” I tell him, catching a glimpse of myself in my mirror as I hug my dad.
My eyes lit with a fire that looks almost possessed, intent on only one thing.
Max.
Giving myself to Max. Having him take me into his big strong arms.
Chapter Two
Max
Hanging up, I feel the grin on my face before I clench my jaw. The thick hardness, just from the thought of her is instant, making me bite down to stop from crying out loud. Calling her name.
Bringing her to me.
I was set to watch their place for two weeks anyway. Some vacation, I know. But I actually took two weeks off as soon as I heard they were going.
Two weeks in Charlene’s house, even if she wasn’t there was better than no Charlene at all.
The thought of having her all to myself for a full two weeks, no dad to gum up the works?
My head’s shaking with disbelief. I can’t believe my good fortune.
My hardness makes me moan again as I stand up, trying to pace but the friction from my arousal, mixed with the thought of her… It’s too much.
I want to get some instant relief, to quell my passion for her. But I know it’s useless.
It’s not the same.
Save it for her. Save every drop for Charlene.
Adding my passport to my already packed bags, it’s more than I could’ve hoped for.
But what about visas? The cost of the damned thing?
Mark’s not one to do things by halves, and if he says it’s been organized, then I can be damned sure he’s covered every detail.
Not like he can’t afford it either. On his salary? Share of the whole company most likely…
My company… Should’ve been anyway, but I don’t care about that anymore. That was a long time ago.
The thought of Charlene for two weeks to work some private magic is compensation enough, company be damned.
Everything runs in fast forward, my mind as well as the rest of the day until I’m watching my thick finger pressing the doorbell to her house.
I can hear her before she even gets to the door.
“I got it, dad!” She cries out, a sense of urgency to her tone, followed by her thumping down the hall, pausing for a moment behind the frosted glass before the door swings open.
I stand speechless. Try as I might, I can’t help but shift my eyes from hers, straight to her chest. She’s not wearing a bra under her white cotton tee and I hope she’s done that deliberately, her pebbled nipples stiffening to greet me. My hungry eyes travel down further to her hips, making my breath catch.
Fuck, those hips.
I most certainly intend to…
Her eyes go from mine, straight to my arms. I know she’s always had a thing for my arms, it’s kind of my thing. Big arms, but I have the body to match, which she also casts her eyes over as I watch her pupils dilate, as they settle on my now bulging crotch.
I can only let out a low sound. Something like a growl but more like a moan of satisfied approval.
My only reflex, my first instinct is to take her into my arms and hold her close. Shield her from the cold, from the world. From everything that isn’t me and me alone.
“Is that Max…? Honey? You’re letting all the air out.”
Mark appears behind Charlene, his head tilting slightly as he registers my look as I stare at his daughter before he dismisses the obvious from his mind.
“Max! Buddy, C’mon on in, sweetie, let Max through.”
I’m herded inside, with slaps on the back and guffaws from Mark about how I’ve saved the day by agreeing to fill in for him so last minute.
If I told him I’d already thought about taking a trip on the same cruise, even had a visa already, he might be suspicious. But he assures me it’s all been arranged.
“You should know, Max. The company practically owns the damned liner anyway… and with the trade deal I’m setting up for them, getting a visa for you was a simple phone call. Like I told ya, it’s all sorted. All you have to do is cruise, relax, and watch Charlie of course,” he says, squeezing my shoulder again as I let out another low growl, studying Charlene from across the room as she draws the curtains and starts to set the table.
