“Any chanceI can convince you to come back to bed, Daphne?” I know what she’s going to say, but damn, she’s so fucking sexy as she slides her legs into her shorts, my cock hardens again at the sight. Who the fuck am I kidding? That’s my perpetual state around this siren.
“I can’t.” She looks over her shoulder at me and bats her lashes. “I’ve got to get over to the venue and make sure everything is set up right.”
I cross the room and wrap my arms around her waist. “Need any help?” My lips skim over the bare skin where her neck slopes to her shoulder, and she melts against me.
“Max...” Daphne takes a tentative step away and grabs her shirt. “You’re playing dirty. Keep your lips to yourself. I’ve got this handled.” She leans up on her tiptoes and brushes her lips over my cheek, but I turn my head to capture them with mine.
Drinking from her mouth, I let her taste settle deep in my bones. “I’ll see you tonight, siren. Call me if you need anything.”
“Just you, Max. I just need you.”
I follow her to the door and stay there, watching until she pulls out of the driveway, wondering if she has any idea how much I need her.
* * *
KINGSTON FAMILY GROUP TEXT:
Scarlet:I’m not feeling great, so I’m skipping the event tonight. But I’ve already given Daphne my donation. Have fun!
Hudson:You don’t want to see me get sold to the highest bidder?
Sawyer:Ten bucks says no one bids on you at all, once they hear about the raging case of syphilis you got last year.
Amelia:Oh God. Gross.
Jace:You know they’ve got a shot for that.
Hudson:He’s kidding Jack-off. But why the fuck do you know that?
Jace:Health class asshole.
Scarlet:Boys, boys, boys. Back to your corners. No one’s spreading any rumors about STDs tonight. Tonight’s Max’s girl’s night. Best behavior is expected. That means you, Becks.
Lenny:You’re kidding right? You might as well have just thrown down the gauntlet.
Max:Nobody is going to fuck this night up. Right?
Sawyer:Nope. I’m looking forward to seeing how far the mighty have fallen, Maxipad.
Hudson:I’m volunteering my body for the good of the cause. I think that’s all the support I can give.
Lenny:You’re not a prostitute, Hud.
Amelia:Prostitute. Man whore. Potato. Po-tah-to.
Hudson:WTF?
Amelia:Stop screwing my employees, and I’ll stop bothering you.
Jace:Ha. Would that require him to know their last name?
Sawyer:Or something other than their bra size?
Hudson:Where the fuck is Becket? He’d be defending me.
Becks:I’m right here and I can’t help you with this.
Scarlet:Good luck Max. You’re gonna need it.