Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 111732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 559(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 559(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Out of nowhere, Max changes position. He sits on his couch and guides me on top of him—in reverse cowgirl position—and, of course, I’m happy to oblige. As I ride him, he holds my hips and enthusiastically grinds me into him, which then stimulates my clit in the most perfect way while the tip of his cock slams my G-spot, over and over again. I feel high. Drugged. Absolutely intoxicated. This is the best sex of my life, and that’s saying a lot, considering all the amazing sex I’ve enjoyed since age seventeen.
When my orgasm comes, it’s the biggest one yet. I slam myself down onto Max’s cock and scream his name, and this time, finally, Max comes along with me. In fact, he comes so hard inside me, I can feel his large cock rippling forcefully against my most intimate muscles.
When our mutual release subsides, we both remain still for a moment, catching our breath. Trying not to die of simultaneous heart attacks. But, finally, Max mutters, “Jesus fucking Christ, Marnie.”
“Well done, Maximillian,” I reply. I slide off him, turn around, straddle him, and peck his lips. “That was exactly what I needed—some emperor-level sex, for sure. Thank you.”
“I didn’t over-promise?” he asks.
“If anything, you under promised. Which is hard to fathom, considering how cocky you were at the bar.” When Max laughs, I laugh with him. “I knew it’d be good,” I say. “But I never thought it’d be the best I’ve ever had.” When I realize what I’ve said, what I’ve admitted, I quickly add, “I mean, it was right up there with the best of the best—good enough to get you nominated for my Hall of Fame.”
Max scoffs. “Good enough to get nominated? Bullshit. I want the trophy, baby. Nominated, my ass.”
I laugh. “It’s an honor simply to get nominated.”
“Pfft. After what we just did, it’s an insult. Not to mention, a bald-faced lie.”
“Why would I lie?”
“Because you’ve decided I’m an egomaniac who needs to be taken down a peg.”
I purse my lips but say nothing. He’s not wrong.
He snickers. “I can already read you like a book, babe.”
“Impossible. I’m a highly complicated book, with lots of plot twists. Nobody can predict this plot line.”
“I’m amazing at predicting crazy plot twists.”
“You’re calling me crazy now?” I say playfully.
He runs his fingers down my bare back, sending goosebumps erupting across my skin. “Crazy beautiful,” he whispers. “Crazy sexy. Damn, I like reading this book. I like reading it a lot.”
I lean down again and kiss him again. “That’s great news, because I’m very much hoping you’ll read this book at least twice more before I walk out of here, never to return.”
A flicker of a scowl crosses Max’s gorgeous features but it disappears as quickly as it came. “Only if you admit that was incredible and at least tied for your top spot, ever.”
“I never denied it was incredible. I’m just saying it’s not the first time I’ve had incredible sex. Maybe you blow the minds of the pretty little twenty-somethings you usually grace with your talents, but as fun as that was, I’m not willing to give you the title. At most, you’re sharing the top spot on the podium.” I’m a liar. He’s easily the best I’ve ever had by a long mile. But there’s no way I’m going to give this playboy the satisfaction. I stroke his gorgeous cheekbone. “That’s going to have to be enough of an accolade for you. It’s my final offer.”
“I accept. As long as I’m really high on the list.”
“You’re way, way, way up there.”
Max chuckles. “You’re on my list, too. Way, way, way . . . at the bottom. But at least you’ve managed to squeak onto it.”
I playfully punch his muscular shoulder and he laughs.
“I just rocked your world like nobody ever has,” I tease.
“Why should I admit that, when you won’t admit the same to me?”
“I’m ten years older than you. Plus, I used to travel the world for work, so I’ve been lucky enough to sample men from lots of different countries and cultures. Be happy you’re on the list at all, given that you grew up in America. Our idea of sex education is beyond pitiful. We’re puritanical and shame-based. Not to mention, as a culture, we don’t care about female pleasure, if we acknowledge its existence at all. Given the hurdles you had to overcome growing up here, it’s a miracle you’re as talented as you are.”
Max bites his lip. “So, you admit I’m miraculous? I’ll take it.”
I giggle. “Yes. I’ll give you that. You’re miraculous. Magical. Utterly spellbinding.” I nuzzle his nose and whisper, “Thank you.”
“You made it easy, I assure you.”
We kiss. There’s no denying it. That felt supernatural. Like a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. Like a comet that only swings past the Earth’s orbit every eighty-thousand years. We have the kind of chemistry people would kill to experience just once in their lives. And we both know it.