He takes a bit of his salad and pauses to chew. “Now it’s your turn.”
“You want me to watch Slap Shot?” I ask, setting my fork down and turning toward him.
“You could start there—although it is a bit dated. Nah, I want you to watch Sudden Death. Van Damme is such a badass and things get blown up. What could be better?”
I like the warmth that floods me at this conversation. It seems so normal. So couple-y. “I’ll put that in my Netflix queue right after Gigli and Battlefield Earth.”
His brows furrow. “Huh?”
It isn’t lost on me he has no idea what I’m talking about because his worst all-time movies were made a decade later than mine were.
Milo’s deep voice slices through all the underlying chatter. “Are you ready for your speech, Monroe?”
Max leans back in his chair and his spine stiffens. Not enough for anyone to notice, but I do. I’ve been spending so much time with him that I’ve gotten used to his body language. The words he says as well as all the ones he keeps buried beneath the surface. He admires Milo and I know he feels horrible about being the man’s latest disappointment.
“I’ve been practicing in front of the mirror every day after I finish checking out my abs.”
Milo scrubs a hand down his face. “You’re such a smart ass. Just make sure you don’t swear or say something inappropriate.”
The smile falls from Max’s chiseled face. “So, you can take the kid out of the trailer, but you can’t take the trailer out of the kid, is that what you’re saying?”
Milo’s eyes narrow and then he just looks sad. “No, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m not worried about your past. I’m worried about your present.”
“But I’ve been behaving inside the confines of my lacy prison, just like you wanted.” He stops only long enough to give me a little slap on the back. “Just ask my warden here.”
I meet Milo’s gaze. “Yes, he’s been extremely helpful. I’m going to be sad when he leaves because I still haven’t been able to find a replacement for my assistant manager. Max is a hard worker, and the customers love him.”
Max gives my shoulder a little squeeze. I hope he realizes that I’ll always be in his corner and still root for his success and happiness even after he goes back to his ivory tower in the NHL. People make mistakes—hell, I’ve made dozens of them since I reached adulthood—but people always deserve second and third chances.
“Glad to hear it,” Milo says, seeming to drop the subject as the filet mignon is served.
Max mouths a tight ‘thank you’ to me and digs into his meat and baked potato as I wonder how much of that constant criticism and under the microscope hazing he’s had to endure over the years.
Probably more than I even want to contemplate.
Chapter Sixteen
Max
The sight of Sue-Ann wearing that sexy-as-sin red dress almost makes me forget Milo Adamski is in attendance and insisting upon gifting me with a dose of his most ferocious side-eye.
The moment a slow song comes on, I grab her hand and twirl her toward the parquet dance floor. “Let’s go be inappropriate on the dance floor. You promised.”
She skids to a stop. “Maybe that’s not such a good idea. Milo is staring at us, and he’s kind of scaring me. I don’t know him all that well, but I get the feeling he doesn’t feel I’ve done my job as quasi babysitter nearly good enough. Like maybe I’ve been too soft on you.”
In response, I wrap my arm around her waist and start walking again. “We’re grown-ass adults. We shouldn’t be giving two shits about Milo and his ninja glare tactics.”
She raises one eyebrow. “Even when he only has your best interests at heart? He must really care about you an awful lot, Max. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be going so far out of his way to make sure you stay on the straight and narrow.”
My eyes drift back to the old man, but he’s infatuated with his curvy wife and his eyes have left me for the time being. “Yeah, I guess I sometimes forget that he’s good people when he seems so hell-bent on being a major pain in my ass.”
The live band is doing a pretty damn good cover of Luke Bryan, so I snuggle Sue-Ann close to my shoulder where I can inhale her spicy perfume and concentrate on keeping my dick from rising to full mast.
Maybe dancing wasn’t such a good idea, Monroe.
Everywhere I look it seems I’m met with naked and silky soft skin. If I tuck my head, I see perfect cleavage. If I keep it straight, I see the globes of her panty-less ass and her sculpted shoulders. Instead, I kiss the fingers that I’m holding tightly and spin her out of the sight of some old dude who can’t keep his glaucoma-infested eyes to himself.
Mine.
Later, she will be. And if truth be told, I don’t ever want to let this woman go. And I haven’t even considered something permanent—something that might even look like forever—since Maddy.
“You did a great job on your speech,” Sue whispers. “Especially that story about your blade falling off right when you were about to score the game-winning goal back in Juniors.”
“Maybe I’ve forgotten how much I love hockey. The smell of the ice. The roar of the crowd. Maybe Milo believed in me so much that I forgot that I also had to believe in myself.”
Her head snaps up and then the hand caressing my shoulder drifts up until her fingers move along the side of my jaw. I lean into her warmth and unspoken support. I could get used to this. I could get used to her.
“I believe in you.”
I plant a kiss to her fingers. “Do you think we can get out of here without any more ninja glaring?”
“We’ve been here for hours. We’ve wined and dined and now we’ve even danced. I think it’s safe to leave.”
“Good, because I’ve been wanting to get you alone ever since the wining part commenced.”
Her answering blush lands in the vicinity of my crotch as it tightens and aches. All it would take is one tiny tug of those rhinestone tabs and that dress would pool in a red cloud around her waist, leaving all that creamy skin exposed for my hands and mouth.
“Are you always so bad?” she asks, but I can still see the fluttering pulse in her neck whomping. If Milo weren’t here, I’d lick it.
The nerves under my skin catch fire. “I guess when I was a kid I pushed the boundaries. Lately, it’s only when I’m around you.”
Her eyes narrow. “I find that a little hard to believe. Your reputation says differently.”
“What reputation?”
“As a womanizer.”
I level her with a look. “I like women. But I can honestly say I’ve never manipulated or played games. Women come willingly to me. Most just come.”
She puts her hands up to her ears. “Too much information.”
My breath brushes the top of her head. “What? You don’t like… coming?”
She takes my hand and leads me off the dance floor. “Follow me, before I change my mind and call myself an Uber.”
While I call for the Town Car, Sue-Ann says goodbye to Julia and Adam. Thankfully, Milo stays away so I don’t have to invite a guilt trip into an evening I’m planning on ending with a bang.
Literally.
Once the sleek black car pulls to the curb, the driver jumps out and opens the door for Sue. She settles in, and I follow her inside the seat. I feel the tremors begin in the pit of my stomach and radiate outward until I tingle all over with unfulfilled desire.
“Thanks for supporting me tonight,” I say, anxious to break the electric silence.
“Where else would I be?”
I grab her hand and twine my fingers with hers. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you ever since I saw you wearing that damn dress,” I confess.
I watch her swallow, and then she whispers, “Then what are you waiting for?”
After I make sure the screen between us and the driver is up and locked, I let go so I can grip her waist and plop her down on my lap, facing me. Let her feel what she does to me with her s
oft vulnerability and brazen sex appeal. My cock has never been so fucking hard.
Sue’s eyes flutter shut as our lips meet, gentle at first and then hungrier. Her fingers caress the muscles of my shoulders and back until the kiss deepens, my tongue searching for and finding hers. She meets me, thrust for delicious thrust, and I drink in her essence, like I might explode if I don’t get enough of her.
With one firm tug, I pool that dress down around her tiny waist just like I wanted to do all damn night. Don’t even get me started on all the asshats staring at Sue all night long—my woman, not theirs.
Mine.
And now that moment of claiming is finally here. Rearing back, I just stare for seconds that seem like an eternity, my warm hands spanning her waist. “Babe, you’re so damn beautiful. Perfect, really. How did I get so lucky? Milo could have sent me to Roto-Rooter. I’m so glad he didn’t.”
Her gaze searches mine with just a slight bit of worry, which I want to eradicate right fucking now. I trace a line from her sculpted collarbone straight to a rosy nipple. Her skin is smooth as silk, and the heat of her desire warms my palms. Sue’s breath exhales in rapid little pants, matching mine.
I smooth the wisps of hair that have escaped her updo back from her face as I capture her full lips again in a frenzy of want and need. Stroking the length of her torso with my fingers, I trace the outline of one breast, caressing the fullness and testing the weight of the flesh in my palm. I tempt and tease the puckered nipple with my fingers before dipping my head to taste it. I flatten my tongue against the erect nub before I take the entire thing in my mouth and suck hard. Sue lets out a little moan as I nip her lightly with my teeth and soothe the sting with my tongue.
Sue’s hands start at the back of my neck but then twine through my hair as she grinds her panty-less core on my straining dick. God, I want to feel how wet she is. I feel like I’m coming out of my own skin, wanting to be everywhere at once and feeling like I’m not where I need to be to pleasure her the way I want to.
Her touch sends rockets of fire through my body, tightening everything until it might snap like a guitar string. I won’t be satisfied until I’ve explored every inch of Sue-Ann, stopping along the way to taste her in little sips. I want to know her—all of her.
Her smell.
Her feel.
Her taste.
The unselfish way she gives of herself—it’s like she’s the heroin and I’m the addict. No matter how much of her I get, I still need more. As my mouth latches on to her other nipple and sucks, I trail my hand up her calf and take that damn dress right along with it, baring her legs. I crawl my fingers ever closer to that sweet pussy. Now that I know how hot and wet and tight she is, I want to taste her. Then I want that heat wrapped around my dick.
A little hiss of breath and she stills.
“Did you wear this for me, Sue-Ann?” I demand, stopping the slow journey of my fingers just before they reach their destination.
She barely nods. That’s not good enough. I want to hear her say it. I want every single dirty word in the English language to fall from her lips like a prayer. Like a confession.
Silence fills the car with desire. “I can’t hear you.”
“Y-yes.” Her eyes close again, and I use the hand that’s wrapped around her waist to tip up her chin and force eye contact.
“Why?”
“Because I was hoping this would happen.”
My fingertips flutter along her jawline. “This?”
She puts a trembling finger to my lips. “Just shut up, Max, and make me come.”
“But I’m not going to shut up, babe,” I say, continuing my slow crawl to her slick heat. “Because no matter what you say, or don’t say, you love my filth.” I dip my fingers inside her, smirking at her groan. “Look how wet you are, naughty girl. I bet you were wet at the dinner table.”
Her fingers grip my wrist as I start to move mine—I don’t know if she wants to yank me closer or further away. But then her lush mouth falls open in a heady sigh of pleasure, and I take that as in invitation to sink two fingers inside her. At the same time, my thumb finds her clit and circles it.
Sue’s whimper of delight cuts off when my mouth comes down hard on hers, my labored breathing mirroring hers. I’ve never experienced this all-encompassing need that tornadoes through my body, twirling and whirling until everything focuses on my straining dick. Breaking the electric kiss, I pluck Sue-Ann from my lap and push her back into the plush leather.
“What are you doing?” she sighs on a breath.
“This.” After I hit my knees, I hook her under the calves and bring her closer to my waiting mouth. I shove her legs apart and stare at her glistening slit. God, the way she looks all splayed out for my lips and tongue like a damn gourmet meal. I start by kissing her stomach, running my tongue around her navel and then moving to her abdomen. Thinking about what I’m about to do and how much I want it, my breath comes in short, ragged puffs as I tease the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, causing her to give me a long, low moan in response.
And I’m lost.
Chapter Seventeen
Sue-Ann
Oh, my God.
His fingers.
His tongue.
I can’t get enough of this man. I’m lost. Utterly and totally lost as Max finds the center of my pleasure, eliciting shudders and throaty gasps of desire from my body. I arch toward him, demanding more and receiving it. I imagined what this would feel like if he ever went down on me like this. But damn… I can’t even articulate it. He sucks my hard clit deep into his mouth and somewhere, from deep inside me, wave after wave of explosive ecstasy wells up and sweeps through me, the spasms continuing on and on until I don’t think I can take anymore.
But I do.
I come all over Max’s tongue until I’m limp and spent.
And oh, so satisfied.
I reach for him, wanting to feel him inside me. Wanting it all. “Max, take me. I want you inside me.”
“I’m sure you’ll be disappointed to know that I’ve never fucked in a Town Car,” he says. “I’m not quite sure how the logistics are going to work here, but we’re both resourceful. We can figure this shit out.”
I take control, pushing him back into the seat and going to work on his fly. I undo the zipper and his cock pops free. He’s huge and thick and veiny, and I don’t even try to hide how much it turns me on. The head swells and a drop of pre-cum glistens on the purple tip. My pussy clenches in response. Straddling him, I stroke him a few times with my hands.
He moans, and his eyes shut. “Damn, girl.”
“Is that a good damn?” I ask, my eyes searching his. After how he’s played my body like a virtuoso at the keys, it makes me feel good to know that I can do the same to him. “Condom? Please tell me you’re prepared.”
He fishes one out of his wallet and hands it to me. “It turns me on when you stare at my dick. You do the honors.”
I roll it on his length, stopping to cup his balls and caress them before I lift my hips until just the tip hovers at my heated core. “Remember what you said that day in the alley?”
He grips my waist so tightly, I’m sure I have dents in my skin from the pressure of his fingers. “I said that I couldn’t wait to make you mine. That your sweet pussy was going to suck my dick in a vice grip. That I might not survive. Babe, I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since I walked into your store and saw that tight shirt stretched across your tits.”
I slide down one delicious inch.
But only one.
If possible, his grip tightens. “Do you know how hard it is to let you lead when all I want to do is shove you down until you hit my pubic bone with your clit?”
“But this is much more fun,” I say, batting my eyelashes at him. “There’s always a reward for patience.”
With one slow slide, I glide down on Max until his dick is fully seated within my tight wetness and I still, relishing the feeling of being so full. Wiggling, I let him hit me just r
ight, taking my own pleasure. A low, throaty mewl escapes my lips. It feels more incredible than I ever thought it would. Like he was made for me and only me. Leaning forward, I consume the sweetness of his mouth, licking the seam of his lips until his tongue searches for and finds mine in a tangled dance of give and take.
Max takes over with a growl, lifting me and dropping me down as he uses his sculpted ass to thrust. Our hips move in unison—we’re in perfect sync, fully in tune to the needs of each other. His strokes increase in intensity as he gets closer. Emboldened by his unbridled desire for me, I reach between us and take control, stroking my clit just the way I like it, leaving his hands free to rove my body.
Max watches me from underneath hooded lids, his hands cupping the fullness of my breasts and plucking my nipples harder as I feel the first storm of orgasm approaching.
He growls low in his throat. “Babe, you have no idea how hot it is to watch you touch yourself. You need to come now, Sue-Ann. Come all over my dick. Suck me dry.”
Underneath the pressure of my own hand and his, the sensations build to a fever pitch, then crest and swell. As if he demanded the pleasure from my tightening body, it explodes a few seconds later, rushing over me in a long, dynamic river of bliss.
As Max gives one final deep plunge, a shudder moves through him. My aftershocks pulse and throb, holding him firmly inside my pussy as he reaches his own release, and time seems to teeter on the brink of eternity as we become one for those few precious seconds.
Breathless, I lean forward and snuggle into his neck. We just soared on the wings of ecstasy and I’m not sure what the means for our future—or if we even have one.
What if this is just sex?
Even if it morphs into something more—more like a relationship—I’m not sure how I feel about him being away from Duluth for days at a time. Tempted by younger and more beautiful women. Can I handle it? Do I even want to?
I shudder because I don’t even want to contemplate it right now, not in the perfect afterglow of the best sex of my life. I felt so in tune with this man—so free and unabashed. And he knows exactly what to say to light my fire to near explosion and exactly how to touch me to evoke the most passionate response.
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