Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
I snorted. “What does that even mean?”
“It means I get to make out with you and cop a quick feel, but I can’t push it too far because your mom is right in the other room.”
“I don’t think our ninth-grade experiences were exactly the same.”
Max crooked his finger. “Come here.”
“Where?”
He patted his lap. “Right here. It involves dry humping, too.”
It was absolutely impossible to resist this man’s grin. So when he held out his hand, I took it and followed his lead to straddle his lap.
He smiled. “Scooch your ass up a little.”
I did and felt a prominent bulge press between my legs.
Max closed his eyes. “Oh yeah. Much better.”
“You’re crazy.”
He held one finger to his lips. “Shhh. Your mom might hear.”
For the next half hour, we sat on the couch and made out like two horny teenagers. At one point, he began to move my hips back and forth over what had become a full-fledged erection. I was so worked up, and the friction felt so good, I started to worry I might come, so I pulled back the reins.
Max groaned. “Did you hear Mom coming?”
“No, but I thought I might…you know.”
He raised a brow. “Would that have been so terrible?”
“I’m just trying to play fair.”
“Don’t worry about fair with me. Just take what you want. We won’t be keeping score.”
Things stayed calmer after that. Probably because I shifted off of his lap and was no longer grinding on his dick. We talked for a long time, never having an uncomfortable lull in the conversation. Eventually, I said I needed to get going. Max called an Uber and insisted on walking me down and making eye contact with the driver. But he stopped short of threatening harm if he didn’t see me home safely.
Max opened the car door and kissed my forehead. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
“And don’t forget to send me your list.”
“List?”
“The things you’ve been putting off that you want to do this summer.”
“Oh, that’s right. I’ll send it to you, but then you should add some things, too.”
He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “No problem. But my list of what I want to do this summer is short—just you.”
CHAPTER 11
* * *
Max
Three days after our date, Georgia finally texted me the list of things she wanted to do this summer. Most of it was stuff she’d talked about:
Unplug more
Be more spontaneous
Red hair
Volunteer
Watch the sunrise from the Highline
Go to an after-hours club
Stay out all night
Take a staycation and see the landmarks I’ve never seen
Leave work by five every day
Take two full weeks of vacation
Then there were a few we hadn’t discussed:
Get over my fear of public speaking
Join 23andMe and learn about my ancestors
The fear of public speaking one surprised me. But everything else was pretty much what I’d expected. Rather than text back, I hit Call.
Georgia answered on the first ring.
“So when do we get to start?”
“Boy, you sound anxious,” she chided. “You must be dying to see the Statue of Liberty.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, that’s what it is.”
“I don’t know. I guess we can start whenever.”
“Okay. A week from today then. This week is crazy, but my last game is Saturday afternoon, and then I’m a free man. Can you take off?”
“Monday?”
“Nope. For the next two weeks. You have take two weeks off on your list. Why not start there?”
“Hmmm… I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Max.”
“Why not?”
“Well, my new operations director has only been here a few months, and we have a lot going on, and—”
I interrupted her. “Has there been any time since you started the company that you didn’t have a lot going on?”
“No, but—”
“We’ll stay here in the city while you’re off. If anything goes wrong, you’ll be able to shoot back to the office in no time.”
“I don’t know, Max…”
“I’ll make all the plans. I promise you’ll have a good time.”
She sighed. “Alright. Though you can’t get mad if I need to come back to the office.”
“You got it.”
“I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this. But I suppose I better get going since I’ll have to be at the office until midnight the next few days to be ready to take off for two whole weeks.”
“I’ll leave you alone to do what you gotta do. But my last game is Saturday afternoon. It’s home. Will you come?”
“Yeah, I’d love to.”
“I’ll messenger the tickets over to your office.”
“Thanks, Max.”
After we hung up, I sat thinking about what I could plan for the next two weeks. I wasn’t sure of the specifics, but I knew one thing: a staycation needed a hotel.
• • •
Monday seemed to take forever to get here. On Saturday, Georgia had come to my game as promised. But she didn’t stick around after since she had to go to her office and wrap up some things before she started her time off today. I had a feeling she was probably stressing right about now, but I’d made some plans to help alleviate that as much as possible.