Page 91 of Except You

So because of all that, Coop needs to grovel to get back on my good side, which is why he’s taking us to a fancy restaurant in Laguna Hills. It’s one of those places that overlooks the ocean and has ridiculously expensive food. It’s exclusive and permits entry only with a membership. It’s something neither Max or I could ever afford on our own, and I think Coop thinks throwing money at the problem will resolve this tension between us.

And it can, as long as it comes with a sincere apology. A really good one because I’ve been salty about it for a few days.

Max’s phone pings loudly and he grabs a towel, stepping out of the shower. He grins at the screen, and I peek over, nosey as fuck.

“Oh, is that Melissa?” I ask, a twinge of jealousy pinching my chest.

“Yeah. She’s just checking in.”

I nod and bite my tongue. I will not act like a jealous boyfriend. That’s not what Max and I are. We’re friends with benefits… I think. I’m not entirely sure.

“And what are you going to tell her?” I can’t help but ask, causing Max to look up at me. His skin is glistening from still being wet and he looks absolutely sinful. I’m sure Melissa thinks so too.

And she was very beautiful.

Max’s lips twitch slightly and he sets his phone down, pulling me in for a long, sensual kiss. When we finally pull away, I find it hard to remember what I was so irritated about.

“I’m going to tell her I’m fucking happy,” Max says, and I feel my heart jump in my chest.

“Good.”

“Now, we need to get ready,” he says and then grins at me. He pulls me into the bedroom, dropping his towel, showing me his delicious ass. This is not helping me feel motivated to get dressed. No, I want to bury my face between those cheeks and lick.

“Hurry and put some clothes on,” I grumble, causing Max to turn and look at me over his shoulder.

“Why?”

“Because I’m finding it hard to want to leave the house.”

He grins smugly at me and takes even longer, parading his naked body around the room until he finally, blessedly puts himself in some pants and a button-up shirt.

“Better?” he asks me, and I scowl at him, adjusting my hard cock in my pants.

“No. Feeling pretty miserable, actually.”

He chuckles as he uses the belt loops in my pants to tug me forward and kisses me once more. Insatiable, needy. That’s what we are. His tongue thrusts in my mouth and tangles with mine as he grinds slowly against me.

“I don’t want you miserable, Bow-tie.”

I groan, my neck arching to the side as he licks and bites at my skin.

“But I am. I’m horny all the time now.”

He huffs against me and nibbles at my earlobe.

“You weren’t always like this?”

“No. It’s ridiculous. You’ve made me a sex machine.”

He chuckles at that and then walks me backward toward the bed.

“Well, let me make you feel better then.”

I sigh when I fall onto the mattress and he wastes no time tugging my pants off before unbuttoning my shirt.

“Next time, just stay undressed. Although I do like peeling you out of your clothes. It’s like Christmas morning. You’re a present, Bow-tie. My present.”

I try to roll my eyes at how cheesy he is, but when he sucks my cock into the back of his throat, I just shut them instead, writhing under his ministrations.

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