This time, when my walls flutter and my body clenches at the crest of my orgasm, Max topples over the edge with me. Groaning, he strokes me longer, harder, until we’re both reduced to a tangled ball of sweaty limbs and racing hearts.
Max gets up to dispose of the condom, and I look over in surprise when the door to the guesthouse opens, and he leaves without a word.
A minute later, he walks back in, completely naked and carrying all our clothes, before kicking the door shut once more.
I lean up on an elbow to watch him, barely able to resist the impulse to lick my lips. “Good thinking. It would suck if the sprinklers came on and my phone got drenched.”
Max Kingston is a work of art that should be on display in some foreign museum. Hard lines of solid muscle cover his big body. His entire right arm is covered in tattoos down to his hand. Mix that with those too-long blonde locks of his, and he looks more like he should be one of the players on the field rather than the president covered by an expensive suit behind a desk all day.
But damn, does he look pretty in those suits.
The bed dips as he joins me, taking time to pull a blanket up around us before tucking me into his strong arms against his chest. “Close your eyes, Daphne. Get some sleep. I’ll take you home in the morning.”
I trace the dark lines of a tattoo on his left pec. “Okay. But we need to talk about this before we’re back in the office Monday morning.”
“We do... What are you thinking?” Max’s fingers run through my hair, and I purr like a content kitten.
Lordy, that feels nice.
But we need to make sure we’re on the same page when we step back into our roles at the Revolution. I pull away slightly from his touch because I can’t think when he’s doing that. “Well, I’d like it if this is something we could keep between the two of us. Not something the entire organization is privy to.”
“I agree. My question is, do you want to keep doing this? Because I’d like to. But like I said earlier, I’m not looking for more than sex. Friends with benefits is about all I can offer right now.” His finger, clearly needing something to pet since I removed the temptation of my hair, circles my nipple, and I shiver. “But those benefits will be plentiful.”
Oh my God, his voice. It shouldn’t do things to me. But it does.
Focus, D.
“I get that. My life’s a mess. I definitely can’t handle adding anything or anyone else to my plate.” I squeak when he rolls my nipple between his thumb and finger, then tugs on it. And like he’s pulling an invisible cord straight down to my clit, I nudge my leg between his as I drag my body closer. “But if you’re sleeping with me, you’re not sleeping with anyone else.”
“Same goes for you, Miss Brenner. Mutually monogamous friends with benefits.” His fingers go back to stroking my hair with a wicked gleam in his eye. “I’d say let’s shake on it, but I think I have a better idea.”
“Max,” I laugh as his mouth trails down my neck. “Aren’t you tired?” Even as he speaks, I feel his cock stirring against my thigh.
“Sleep is for the weak, Daphne. And I promised you benefits.” He sucks the spot between my neck and my shoulder, and my entire body melts into him. A girl could get addicted to this.
And when he scrapes his teeth along that same spot, I can’t help but wonder what I’ve gotten myself into.