Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“Why don’t you get on the table?” he asks quietly, kissing my nose. “And I’ll give you a massage while you watch the sunset.”
I look outside and gasp. I was so wrapped up in Max and how he makes me feel that I didn’t even notice the riot of orange and purple in the sky over the water.
“That’s gorgeous.”
“It pales in comparison to you,” he replies as he peels back the sheet and blanket, gesturing for me to lie down.
How can I refuse that?
I can’t.
So, I get cozy on the crisp, comfortable sheets, and rather than put my face in the cradle, I turn to the side so I can actually watch the sunset before me.
“This ranks up there as one of the best days ever,” I say as his hands run down my back on either side of my spine, then back up again, making me sigh happily.
“I’m glad,” he says. “Now, don’t judge me too harshly. I’m no professional.”
“This is so good.” I sigh as he digs into the area next to my shoulder blade.
“You have the softest skin,” he murmurs. “And a little freckle right here.”
“I don’t have freckles.” I can’t help but close my eyes and just enjoy what he’s doing to my body. That low hum of arousal is there as it always is when Max is within a mile of me, but I’m also so relaxed, hovering in that space between being fully awake and asleep.
It’s a good place to be.
“You have one,” he repeats, then covers my back with the blanket and moves down to my leg. He pays attention to my calf, then moves up to my thigh. To my surprise, he keeps going until his fingertips skim over the lips of my pussy, sending me from pleasantly relaxed to highly aroused instantly.
“You like that,” he says.
“Of course, I like that.” I take a deep breath, and he does it again, making me bite my lip. But then he moves back down my leg before moving over to the next one. The calf receives plenty of attention, then the thigh, before his fingers wreak havoc on my core once again, making me moan in pleasure.
“Max.”
“Time to turn over.”
But rather than lie on my back, I sit on the side of the table and pull him between my legs, my fingers running beneath the band of his shorts and skimming over the head of his hard dick.
“I’ve had a lot of pampering today,” I say, enjoying the way he’s breathing hard, his eyes hot with lust. “And it was awesome. But now, I want to pamper you.”
“Taking care of you is all I need.”
I lean in and press a kiss to his collarbone. “You’re sweet.” I kiss his chest. “And I appreciate you.” I kiss his nipple over his shirt, then slip my hands under the hemline and over his smooth, warm skin. “But it’s my turn.”
I slowly peel his clothes off him, my fingers skimming over his flesh.
“Now what?” he asks.
“Let’s switch positions. You lie on the table.”
He cocks a brow but doesn’t argue as I hop off and gesture for him to lie down, on his back. I splash some massage oil in my hands and take my time rubbing his thighs, up his sides, and across his shoulders before trailing my fingertips down to the rigid cock lying heavily on his belly.
As soon as I cup him in my hands, he hisses in a breath through his teeth, making me feel powerful. I play with him for a moment, jerking him softly, then firmly. Slow, then fast.
Finally, I lean over and lick him from the root to the tip, and he jackknifes off the table.
“Jesus, Wills.”
“You like that?” I don’t expect an answer as I take him into my mouth and suck gently, then push down until the tip tickles the back of my throat before firming my lips and pulling back up.
“You keep that up, and I’ll come in your mouth.”
“I’m doing it right, then.”
I repeat the motion, over and over again while still massaging the shaft and his balls, until he grips onto my hair and loses himself completely.
I swallow, then kiss his hip and his lower abdomen as he catches his breath.
“Whoa,” he says at last, making me laugh.
“I’ve been saying that all day.”
Chapter Sixteen
~Max~
“I DON’T KNOW THAT I’m ready to go home,” Willa says with a wistful sigh, leaning her forehead against the window of the plane as we take off from the airport.
“We can go back anytime you want,” I remind her and reach over to take her hand in mine. The past week was what we both needed: time to reconnect without interruptions. To just be together. She ended up borrowing a laptop so she could peruse her favorite suppliers for her store, which didn’t bother me in the least because I also spent time working.