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My mouth is on him and my hands are on his ass as he tries to unlock the door.
It takes a few times.
I feel like I’m flying, that Max’s arms are the only thing holding me to the ground. There’s so much need and want and desire flooding through me, and I don’t know how I manage without exploding. I want to explode. I want to explode with Max.
I want Maximus…
As soon as we manage to get inside, he has me backed against the door.
“I need to be inside you,” he husks against my throat.
“Me… yes…”
“But I need to taste you again.” His hand fumbles with my dress, yanking it up to get at my underwear.
Get in my underwear.
Or maybe just rip it off because my thong is halfway down my hips when Max claims me with his hand, fingers delving inside me with a moan against my mouth about how good I feel.
I arch against him, my tongue tangling with his.
How could I have gone so long without kissing him?
But then his hand is gone, and he’s pulling at the knot holding my dress up. “I bought the damn thing so I’m damn well going to be the one taking it off you,” he growls as he unpicks the knot and the fabric slithers down into a puddle at my feet.
“Careful,” I warn, my voice breathless. “I like that dress.”
“I’ll buy you all the dresses,” he promises.
“I can buy my own clothes!” I protest as Max drops to his knees before me, right on the pile of fabric. “Max. Stop.”
“I’m not hurting the dress!”
I laugh. I can’t help it because the sight of Max looking up at me with desire and need and… and… his hands clamped around my hips. “What if the boys come back? They don’t want to see—”
The rest of my protest is stifled as Max stands, with me flopped over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Stop!” I cry through my laughter.
“There’s no way I’m letting them see you like this,” he promises. “You’re for my eyes only.” He slaps my ass as he carries me into the bedroom, throwing me onto the bed so roughly that I bounce once before he’s there, pulling off my panties with demanding hands.
“Door,” I manage.
“So demanding,” he growls as he kicks it closed with a foot.
“I am demanding,” I tell him, fisting his hair as he spreads my legs.
“And I like it.” He bites the softness of my inner thigh, hard enough for me to cry out before laving the mark with his tongue. “I like that you’re mine.”
Mine…
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Maximus
Ican’t get enough of Cady.
Her scent, her taste… the way her breathing hitches when I slide my fingers inside her. The way she tries to stifle her cries when she’s close.
I make her come twice with my mouth and my hands, and I want a third when she drags me up by my shoulders.
