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“No, you don’t,” I quipped unable to help myself. His chuckle made me smile.
“Come get in the bed.”
“No, thanks. I’m very comfortable right here.” Considering the way my sex fantasy had been manifesting itself at night and my attraction to Max, I couldn’t take a chance on waking up in the middle of the night to find myself dry humping his leg. Nope, I’d stay right here in the safety zone.
“There’s no way that thing is comfortable.”
It really wasn’t, but it beat the hell out of humiliating myself in front of him yet again. I fluffed up the pillow. “It’s fine.”
“What’s sticking out from under the cushion?”
Nope. I wouldn’t fall for it. “Nice try.”
He turned on the table lamp. “I’m serious. Are those your panties?”
I bolted upright. “Of course not.” But much to my horror, there was indeed a scrap of lace peeking out from under the cushion beneath me.
Ew. Unable to believe there was a pair of underwear lodged under the pillow, I pinched the edge of the fabric and pulled, hoping to prove him wrong. A stranger’s black thong was my reward.
“Oh my God, that’s disgusting.” I dropped the offending article into the trash and ran into the bathroom. There I scrubbed like a surgeon from hand to elbow.
Max’s laughter followed me. “Why on earth would anyone choose the most uncomfortable mini couch to have sex on?”
I walked back out, thoroughly repulsed. “No kidding.”
Max was still grinning, a twinkle in his eye. “Obviously, you don’t want to sleep on the ‘sex couch’ now.”
God, I really didn’t.
He stepped toward the bed, a smirk on his face as he patted the mattress. “Take your pick. Sleep on the sex sofa or come to the safety of the no-sex bed.”
Chapter Eight
Max
There was no way I was letting her sleep on the uncomfortable half-couch. The sex sofa had given me all the ammunition I needed to convince her. “Get in the bed, Oakley.”
I used sheer willpower to avoid staring at her perky chest in the tight T-shirt and her shapely legs in those boy shorts. It was benign as far as nightwear went, and yet I’d never seen such clothing look sexier on a woman. She had an incredible body. Small frame, perky tits, curvy hips, and a runner’s legs, long and lean.
She sighed but ultimately went to one side of the bed and pulled down the comforter.
Content I’d won the battle, I turned out the light by the couch. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d spent the night in a bed with a woman, especially in a platonic way. I undressed down to my boxers before getting into bed. Even by moonlight, I didn’t miss the look of appreciation she gave me. I wasn’t vain about my body, but I worked out and kept in shape.
A huff left her lips, and she grabbed two pillows from her side and put them down the middle of the bed.
“You don’t trust me?” Though I was attracted to her, she sure as hell didn’t have to worry about me making unwanted advances.
“The pillow wall is for your sake, not mine.” She huddled down under the comforter, secure on her side of the bed.
“What are you talking about?”
“I don’t want to accidentally—you know.”
A chuckle rumbled in my chest, and I turned to face her great wall of fluff. “I don’t know. Please tell me more about what you think might happen if we were not to have these two safety pillows between us.” I removed a pillow so I could see her face. The pale light only made her more beautiful.
Her gaze hit mine, and I swear I could feel my heart beating out loud. When was the last time I’d had this sort of pull toward a woman?
“What are you afraid you might accidentally do?” I was fascinated and more than a little turned on.
