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I don’t bother responding to him, shaking my head.He’s so damn annoying.
Irelynn’s voice breaks through my reverie. “I hope you like the movie I choose. Maybe it can help you with my ice skating visual, even though when the main character falls on her ass, it’s because of her partner.”
I chuckle as my head turns to the TV to find she hasThe Cutting Edgepaused on the screen. A movie about an ice skater and hockey player. I chuckle and shake my head with amusement. “Only you.” I lean in, bumping my shoulder against her teasingly.
“It seemed fitting when I saw it.” Her smile is mischievous. Dropping her gaze, she tugs on her dress, pulling it over her thighs. “Do you happen to have any shorts I can wear so I’m a little more… comfortable?”
My attention snaps to her. “Sure. Most of my clothing will be huge on you, but I have a pair of shorts that I think you can tighten the drawstring enough. I’ll give you one of my shirts to wear with it.”
Standing, I extend my hand. She takes it, swinging her bare legs to the floor to stand.
Wrapping my fingers around hers, I lead her from my living room, down the hallway, and to my stairs.
To mybedroom.
I’m doing everything I can think of to distract myself from the thought of her being in my room. My heart palpitates inside my chest as she follows behind me.
She will be the first woman who has been in my bedroom since I moved into this apartment.
This apartment is my private sanctuary. Even when I had brief flings, I always went to the woman’s house, never bringing them here.
Her face turns, alight with curiosity, as we head down the hallway, passing the extra bedroom, my weight room, my game room, and finally coming to the master bedroom. I walk inside and she steps in behind me.
Sucking in a breath, I can’t resist turning around and watching her gaze move around my room, trying to gauge her reaction.
Her cheeks are scarlet as her gaze stops, wide eyes staring at my huge bed in the center of the room.
Vanessa’s words to Irelynn float through my head.Lord knows, as uptight as you are, you could use a good banging.
And damn, I’d like to be the one to give it to her.My dick twitches in my sweatpants as images of our naked, entwined bodies kissing passionately and rolling around on my bed circulate inside my head. Like a train barreling down the tracks, I can’t stop them. Her red nails cutting into the skin of my back as I thrust inside her, making her moan my name, my lips kissing her neck, feeling her pulse beneath her skin. Inhaling her scent as I kiss over her silky skin until I move back up and find her sweet, strawberry lips, devouring her taste as she screams into my mouth, coming all over my hard dick.
Shit.My cock springs to life in my sweatpants as the sweat rolls down my back. All from a visual in my head.Christ, what would it feel like to be inside this gorgeous woman beside me?
Turning away from her, I head to my walk-in closet, my breaths expelling from my lungs rapidly.
What the hell is wrong with me? I turned into some sex-crazed teenager because she walked into my bedroom.
“Max?” Her tone is low, her voice caressing my name. “Are you okay?”
I slowly turn around, facing her, trying to think of anything that will make my dick deflate—war, poverty, natural disasters, any fucking thing. But it doesn’t work. Not when she’s standing in my closet, that navy blue dress clinging to her curves, big chocolate doe eyes blinking at me, concern making her brows furrow.
Clearing my throat, I run a hand through my hair. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I let out a breath. “Shirts are hanging here. Choose whichever one you want. I’ll grab the shorts for you.” I try to brush past her, but she grabs my wrist, stopping me.
“You don’t seem okay. Did I do something wrong?” Her voice breaks, red lips pulling into a frown.
“God, no, Irelynn. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Without thinking, I turn to her, pulling her against me—and my hard cock jabs her in the stomach.
Christ, Max, she is going to think you are a pervert.
Her eyes widen, blinking at me rapidly, her blush staining her cheeks. “Oh,” she says, understanding why I tried walking away from her.
Releasing her, I take a couple of steps back, embarrassment coloring my cheeks. “I’m sorry, Irelynn.” Shoving my hands inside the pockets of my sweatpants, my eyes drop to my carpet.
“Why are you apologizing? For being handsome? Sexy? Desirable?” Her voice is soft and yet seductive, causing me to lift my head to hers. Her eyes twinkle, a mischievous smile on her face.
Shaking my head, a burst of laughter shoots out of me, admiring her wit. This is the second time she’s used my words against me. “I guess I have no reason to apologize, then.”
She steps closer to me, her head tilted up to mine, desire turning her irises into melted chocolate. Her hands slide around my waist, making my muscles tense.
