Page 107 of My Pucking Crush

“Are you going to the services?”

“My mom expects me to. But we’ve got games to play.”

“Where’re the funeral services?”

Max looks up at me. “Long Island, where I grew up.”

I stand abreast of him at the windows. “Just across the Sound? We can take the ferry over, go to the service, and be back in time for the next game.”

He spins toward me. “You’re my bodyguard, not my personal assistant.”

“I’m not either right now.” I grip his arms. “Right now, I’m your...”

His eyes soften. “You don’t know how to answer that either.” He doesn’t know what the hell we are either. Or what we’re doing.

“I’m your friend. Your bodyguard with benefits at the moment.”

“Is that enough for you?” Max twists his tie around one hand. “Do you want more?”

“Don’t fucking tease me,” I say through clenched teeth.

Can I work for Sebastian Daria and then return here every night? Max already saw me full of blood, taking out his attacker.

“I was thinking...” Max reaches for my hand and holds it over my head against the window. “When you’re with that family in New York, get them to take out Belova.”

“The idea hadn’t even crossed my mind. You don’t just kill a mafia leader.” Especially not one holding my sister.

Belova might have a love for Samara that’s rooted in our growing up together, but that doesn’t apply to the savages who work for him. They wouldn’t hesitate to take her out as revenge on me for killing their leader.

Max kisses my neck, holding me against the window. “Then we hide you. Stay here. Be my...”

“Be your what? Your wife?”

A vision forms in my head. I’m coming home to this apartment with blood on my clothes from degenerate gamblers who needed to be taught a lesson. Adrenaline rushing through my veins from the kill. Max sucking my dick and fucking me to ease the ache of taking a life. But can it really happen?

Max reaches for my belt, masterfully has it undone, and opens my trousers. “I have money to protect you. To protect both of us.”

“I won’t live like that,” I say, but groan when his hand closes around my cock.

“Always so fucking hard for me.” He nips at my ear.

Max steps back and removes his suit, one seductive stitch at a time. I do the same, but don’t know if it has the same effect on him.

His eyes light up more when I’m fully undressed, when my tattoos and piercings tease him.

He tosses his clothes aside, and I add mine to the pile. “Come here,” he says gruffly.

I’m aching to kiss him, but I need to be myself, not always giving in to him. I grab his dick and squeeze. “Get on your knees and suck me first.”

Max grips my hips with bruising strength and lowers to the living room carpet. The room would be pitch black if it weren’t for the shining, bright full moon. His mouth is only around my cock for a few minutes, the mindless pleasure making me forget every sick fucking thing I learned tonight. Do I tell him about Quinn hiring his own protection? Or the risk I took for him.

Certainly not now.

Max pulls off and says, “I want to fuck you rough.”

Someone’s found his wings and is loving dick.

Max brings me into his bedroom and collapses onto the bed. “Ride me, bodyguard.”

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