“What?”
“Babe, you’ve only been here a few times, I haven’t had time to show you.”
“This is a whole lot of information for me this early, without coffee. Remember I’m not a morning person.”
“So you keep saying, but I love proving you wrong.” I kiss her softly and slide my hand under the sheets and down until it reaches her pelvic bone.
My fingertips run lightly back and forth from hipbone to hipbone until her breath catches. Every time I hear that small sound, I know she’s getting turned on. Then my hand slinks lower to her slick heat and I press one finger in, sliding her wetness back and forth. “You are the best morning person I know.”
“That’s because you give me orgasms before my coffee.”
“Then I’ve learned the trick. For the rest of our lives, orgasms before coffee.” I slip two fingers into her, kissing along her jaw. Realization of what I said sinks in and her eyes meet mine with confusion.
“You heard me right.” I confirm without her asking the question. “The rest of our lives.”
My fingers continue teasing her, playing her body with familiarity. She grows wetter and moans. My cock grows impossibly hard, aching to be the reason for her pleasure. Her hand reaches around and slides into my shorts, gripping me tightly. The pad of her thumb circles the tip, spreading the moisture that has escaped.
“Need you, please,” she rasps and pushes the shorts down.
I withdraw my fingers, pull the shorts the rest of the way off, and rip the sheet back, revealing Stella’s naked body. She spreads her legs slightly, exposing just how wet she is. My dick throbs with need and I balance on my elbows above her, aligning us. Her legs wrap around my waist, urging me forward. As soon as I feel her warmness, my body takes on a mind of its own, thrusting all the way in.
“This right here is exactly where I wish I could be every minute of the day.” I rock back and forth slowly, taking the time to feel every sensation. Her body accepts me naturally and her slick, wet heat, hugs me tightly. Every muscle tightens causing me to grow impossibly harder.
“Max—” emotions clog her voice and a tear slips down her temple.
“Right here, Bella. Inside you, feeling your silkiness on every inch of my dick as I glide in and out. Staring into the depths of the amber eyes that bring me to my knees. Can I have that every day, forever?”
“Yes.” She throws her arms around my shoulders and leans up to kiss me.
“I think it may be possible to make you into a morning person,” I whisper against her lips.
“Only with you.”
“No one else matters, babe, only me.”
I pray she doesn’t kill me with what I have planned next.
Do not kill him. Do not kill him. Hold it together. Wait until the enormous man sitting on his sofa leaves before you blow a gasket.
My internal dialogue keeps replaying in my head as I stare at Max. Usually my ‘icy glare’ has people stopping in their tracks, but not him. He keeps talking as if I’m not in the room and an active part of this decision. I may be easy to control in the bedroom, but there’s no w
ay I’m giving up control over my personal and professional life.
“Max,” I intentionally sweeten my voice. “Maybe we should discuss all this once your friend leaves.”
“Discuss what?” He looks at me confused.
I nod my head slightly to the side indicating the man beside me.
“Jake? What about him?”
Still trying to be polite and not insult Jake, I try a different tactic. “Jake, I think there’s been some misunderstanding. Max forgot to discuss your, um, assignment with me. If he would have, it would have saved you a trip all the way here. I’m sorry for your trouble.”
Both men stare at me and then laugh out loud. Yes! Laugh at me! Blush heats my cheeks and I look between them with part mortification and part fury. How dare they laugh while I was trying to be nice?
“McCoy, you got a sweet one this time. Much better than queen bitch. Don’t let this one go,” Jake says through his chuckle.
His statement shocks me that he knew Erica. But I get the feeling he’s not taking me seriously. “Excuse me, both of you. I don’t see what’s so funny. This is not happening.”