I’d never seen the sunrise, not like this. Not from the top deck of a boat with a hot man at my side doing things to my body I couldn’t control.
“That is…”
“Amazing?” He whispered in my ear. His hot breath sending gooseflesh across my neck and chest, tightening my nipples to stiff points that ached for his touch, for the warmth of his mouth, for the tap of his cock against them.
What the hell was going on with me? All that porn watching the other day had infiltrated my brain.
“That was…amazing.”
I slumped against him. Listless. Like a junkie that had just taken their latest hit. I was drugged. On my own pleasure.
“You timed that perfectly. You’re really skilled.” I panted. Still unable to catch my breath.
“Your face…when you come…” He kissed my neck, my lips, and my nose. “It’s fucking hot.” He tipped my chin up with his finger. “And I’m going to see it again.”
I shivered. I couldn’t fucking wait for that. Exams be damned.
“Now tell me…” He hugged me tighter as I settled inside his embrace. “Was that better than studying for your exam on Friday?”
My distasteful snort escaped. I couldn’t be graceful or classy with Max even if I tried.
But there was a bigger problem than my growing desire for him. The realization that becoming a lawyer was not what made me happy. That scared the crap out of me.
Chapter 9
Max
Some people think the sunrise is the most beautiful sight in the world. For others it’s the petals of a flower or a newborn baby. Those things are all great, but they paled in comparison to the sight of Everly’s face when she came.
I knew I’d never be able to erase that image from my brain. It was soldered into my memory bank, permanently marked on my parietal lobe.
That moment, with orange, pink, and purple hues highlighting her perfect, soft skin, was the most religious moment I’d ever had.
A close second was the way she’d submitted, gave over her pleasure so that I could give her what she’d needed. Instinctively, I’d known. I knew exactly how far to push, how hard to pull, and when to take her over the edge.
It was beautiful. Intoxicating. And I wanted to see it again and again and again.
But despite the beauty that was Everly, I’d enjoyed curbing my own needs and catering to someone else’s. There was no mistaking the raging hard-on in my pants. She’d had to have felt it against her body each time she arched into me.
I was so used to taking, including the trust fund that would come into effect on my birthday. My father had been right. I had no idea the rush that came with doing things for others. Although I was sure he wasn’t talking about orgasms. I was no selfish asshole. I gave to charity, but I’d never felt anything close to this whenever I signed my name on a check.
I sat in the casting boardroom, staring at the empty couch that would soon seat women who wanted to take off their clothes in the name of getting paid to have sex.
The door swung open and my best friend loped in, his hair was slicked back today, only because it was still wet. Give it some time and the strands would be a mess around his face, but that surfer look was part of his charm.
“Where the fuck have you been?”
Ben didn’t have a filter. Most of the time I was fine with that. Unless he was snooping into my life when I didn’t want him to. I debated whether or not I should tell him that I had been spending all my spare time with Everly.
It was no big deal. It would only be until she completed the list and I could be satisfied that one person in this world didn’t think I was a dirty douche bag.
“I’ve…sort of been seeing someone.”
I didn’t get a response. Instead, I got a blank stare.
“The girl from the café?” Still nothing. “Jade and Stella’s friend?”
Ben went from zero to sixty and laughed hysterically. “You’re kidding me?” He was laughing so hard I was surprised he wasn’t slapping his knee. “That girl?”