Page 53 of Secrets

Never releasing her ass, he bends down to whisper in her ear. "The fact no one has ever told you how perfect you are makes me want to murder someone. The only thing I want to change about you is how you see yourself because, Daph, you are the perfect woman. I've wanted you since the moment I met you."

The protectiveness Max showed in the shop mixed with his comments of attraction stir up emotions and desires she hadn’t expected. Rather than let him leave like she knows she should, her lips find his again as her fingers work at opening his jeans before hiking up her skirt. The darkness of the alley gives them perfect cover, and she knows without a doubt Max would keep her protected from anyone seeing her should they get interrupted.

He doesn't stop her, and when she reaches down to stroke him, her desire intensifies as she feels all four bars on as she touches his soft skin.

"Daphne, are you sure about this?" Max asks, his voice low as he pants.

"I've never wanted anyone so badly in my life," she breathes. "I need you."

Groaning, he picks her up like she weighs nothing and slides her onto his length. He feels amazing, and her entire body burns in the best way possible. Flaming hot desire courses through every vein, and she feels the need flow from her scalp down to her fingertips and toes.

The piercing on his pubic bone rubs just how she needs, and her hips shift involuntarily to keep up this feeling of weightlessness and pleasure. She's nothing but a bunch of nerves and feelings, and she loves it.

Every hair on her skin stands on end as though he's rubbed every inch of her with a balloon, and the tingling sensation starts again. This time, it starts in her toes, working its way up through her legs to her core, down through her arms to her fingertips, up her chest, and to the top of her head.

"Oh, God," she moans, her voice deep.

Max's mouth sucks on her throat, and he murmurs against it. "Fuck, you feel so good."

His fingers dig into her ass, massaging and kneading like he promised, and she never knew she liked this type of attention on the body party she desperately tried to hide. The part of her everyone else said was too big on a body full of too small areas. But right now, right here? She fucking loves it.

"Max," she says, her body starting to contract as the crossing bars on the head of his cock hits the right spot deep inside so deliciously. She's never felt an orgasm build quite like this, and when she explodes, her entire body spasms in the most intense burst of pleasure she's ever had. "Jesus Christ."

His hips continue to move, prolonging her orgasm a few moments longer, but he's moving harder and faster now. Before, he was moving to please her, and now it's for him. And she's here for it. A smile spreads on her face as she finds herself suddenly higher in the air as he pulls out of her, grunts sounding as he comes on the ground beneath them.

The way he seems unfazed by her weight in any capacity turns her on almost as much as the way his fingers still massage her ass. When he sets her down on the ground, his hands stay in place, but he rests his head on her shoulder.

"Daph," he says, his voice damn near breathless. "That was fucking amazing."

"Those piercings are totally worth it," she says with a giggle. "Wow."

"My brother's an idiot."

Just like that, the spell between them breaks. Nelson. How could she let this happen? She just fucked her ex's big brother. Oh, God.

"Max, what did we just do?" she asks, her chest heaving as she rights her skirt, wondering what happened to her panties until she feels them torn.

When did that happen? I don't remember that. Oh, yeah, probably because you were nothing but a ball of nerves as he penetrated you while telling you how sexy you are in a way no one else ever has. Idiot. Fucking idiot, Daphne.

This is bad. Very, very, very bad.

"Daphne-"

"We can't do this," she says, slipping away from him. "Oh, God, I'm sorry, Max."

He bends and pulls up his jeans, righting his clothes before turning to face her as she backs towards the edge of the shadows. "Don't apologize-"

"I don't know what I was thinking. I wasn't thinking... I was just feeling, and this isn't fair to you."

"What are you talking about?"

"Your brother is my ex-boyfriend. I just slept with my ex's brother, and not just that, but you're in the same club. God, I'm so sorry!"

Tears fill her eyes as she backs away. How could she do this? She's always been more than attracted to Max, and after what he did for her and the others in the shop, she let her feelings get the better of her. But now that those feelings of gratitude have subsided, she feels the gravity of the situation.

"Daphne, stop. You have nothing to be sorry about," Max says.

"Nelson's your brother, Max. I may not be in love with him, but I never want to be the woman that comes between two brothers. And he's going to hate us both when he finds out.Ifhe finds out. He's not going to see it as anything other than betrayal."

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