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Settling back, he puts his hands behind his head, flashing a lop-sided grin as if telling me I’m in control. His jeans are unbuttoned, zipper down, flashing the top of his underwear. His ink on full display, I’ll look at it thoroughly later. Laid back, Max is sexy as hell. But my dry lady parts were just oiled rigorously and need a reprieve.
We need to talk. But the way his gaze takes appraisal of my naked body, my engine buzzes to life. I fight the blooming urge to jump on top of him again, rather I spin in place and march to the bathroom. Maybe this will make him stop looking at me with sexy eyes. When I return, I’m wearing a white robe two times my size. It’s so long, it drags on the floor. To reinforce my no-more-sex stance, I make sure I’m not within reach, leaning against the desk.
“Twenty-seven hundred miles didn’t stop me from getting to you,” he states, sitting up, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “You think three feet and that piece of fabric will stop me?”
Releasing an awkward laugh, I tighten the robe belt. “Expectations,” I blurt out before he can stand up, knowing one physical touch would cause me to cave. Amusement fills his face. “Not sexual expectations, Max.” His laugh echoes off the walls in the small bedroom.
“Okay, Tink. Let’s talk logistics.” He slaps his hands together, folding them in his lap.
I swallow, afraid he might take what I have to say the wrong way. “I’d like to keep our relationship on the down-low.”
“Meaning?”
I clear my throat, my nerves getting the best of me. I’ve never had to put restrictions on a relationship. “I don’t want to tell anyone.” His expression remains neutral, making him hard to read. I wrap the robe belt around my fingers, over and over. “At least, right now,” I add.
He scratches his stubble, nodding. Say something. I glance down when I feel the tingling in my fingers. I’ve wrapped the belt around my fingers so tight, they’re turning blue. Releasing the belt, I hide my hands behind me to stop fidgeting—or cutting off my fingers.
“Max,” I belt out. “You have to engage in this conversation.”
“Why?”
Seriously? My eyebrows draw together. “Why what? Why do you need to be present in this conversation? Why do I want this between us only? Be specific.”
And he tells me to use my words.
He cracks a smile at my irritation and I narrow my eyes at him, waiting for him to answer. “Why do you want to keep it a secret?”
I sigh, turning to the window worried if I tell him the truth, he’ll think I’m running. I lick my lips, suddenly parched. “I don’t want…” Drawing in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, I take a quick pause. “I don’t want our friends to know until we’re certain what this is.”
He pushes off the bed and stops in front of me. “I’m certain what this is, so let me explain it to you since you’re having trouble with it.” His fingers swipe my hair behind my ear as his stare pins me in place. “We’re two adults who like each other. We’re exploring each other and seeing where this goes. There are no promises, no expectations other than we try.”
“But what if we tell everyone and then it doesn’t work? Reunions, friends, Lulu… everything will be awkward.”
Steel-blue eyes bore into me and I shift my weight from foot to foot, wishing I hadn’t said that out loud. He shakes his head, and I watch him storm away. The bathroom door slams.
How many times am I going to push him away before he doesn’t return? Panic builds in my heart. I stare at the door, waiting for it to open. The air in the room must have followed him because I can’t breathe. Like the tornado that just left here, it comes back full force when he charges back into the room. I wrap my arms across my chest, expecting the worst. Max towers in front of me again.
“I get it.” My eyes widen at his declaration. It’s his turn to distract himself with my belt. The white Terry cloth hangs in his hand. “One month.” I tilt my head in confusion. “That’s all you get to keep this secret. My team will know because it’s imperative they know everything, especially since we’re here for business. Graham will know as well.” He quirks a brow up, waiting for an objection. I nod in agreement, not having found my voice yet.
He yanks at the belt, whipping it out of the two small hooks. Pulling apart the robe with his fingers, I shudder at the sound of his growl. The no-more-sex thoughts vanish. As soon as the robe falls at our feet, Max steps closer, dips his head into the curve of my neck, and with no warning, pins my hands behind my back with the belt.
“I choose fast. And hard,” he rasps, his breath hot on my neck.
My eyes roll back.
Yes, please.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Max
Fuck, I have to get out of here.
I glance at Sydney sleeping, the wrinkled sheet only covering her from the waist down. Her soft tits on display. My dick pulses in pain, reminding me why I need to leave. I’ve been awake for the last hour, rehashing our entire night. I’ve tried to think of anything that can make my dick go soft, to no avail. My thoughts always take me back to being buried deep inside perfection.
“I’m going for a run,” I whisper, leaning down to give her a quick kiss. She softly moans. I grind my teeth, squeezing my eyes shut. I fight the urge to touch her. The hunger I have for her is unrelenting. It’s not in my wheelhouse to control my sexual appetite with a woman. I take unapologetically. But fuckin’-a, my appetite has never been this unsatisfied, craving more to the point of pain.
Walk away. Now.
