Page 44 of A Little Too Forward

“He can work through a grade one concussion, Sabrina. It’s not like he has a broken bone.”

Indignation fires in my belly. The nerve of this woman. I’m about to rip into her, head of the department or not, when Max’s hand falls onto my lap and gives me a squeeze. My gaze flicks to him as he nods. He can hear what Bruna’s demanding.

“No,” I mouth to him, knowing that this is an unreasonable request. Doctor’s orders were for him to rest for three days and then start adding in activity.

“Yes,” he mouths back to me. “It will be fine.”

I roll my eyes. This is not fine.

“It’s still a serious injury. He needs more time—”

“Yes, I understand that, Sabrina. But all we have left is his sit-down interview with you about his childhood and the current season. The crew can easily do the house tour just with you and get whatever else they need. Max can be sitting down for the whole thing. He’ll be fine.”

I don’t like that she’s speaking for him, but I’m pleased that Max won’t actually have to do much. I give it a second more thought before Max nudges me again and nods.

“Okay, fine. Max is in agreement.”

“Great. We’ll be there by nine tomorrow morning.”

“You’re joining?”

“Of course. I want to ensure we get everything we need.”

Then, without another word, Bruna hangs up.

“You know what they say about meeting your heroes,” I say to Max. “It’s true. Never meet them. They crush your dreams.”

“I don’t know about that. I met Pedro Pascal earlier this year at a charity event, and he was just as amazing a human as everyone says he is.”

“That I believe. From every interview I’ve watched of him, he seems so genuine. And what charity event was this?”

When he doesn’t answer me, I turn to see he’s fallen back asleep. I chuckle to myself, thinking he looks so stinking adorable. The next thing I know, I’m cuddling into his side and telling myself that I’m just going to rest my eyes.

I don’t know how long we nap, but when I open my eyes, Max and I are both turned toward each other on our sides. His blue eyes are fixated on my lips.

Slowly, so he can stop me if he wants, I turn toward him and push up until our lips brush. When he doesn’t stop me, I add more pressure, sealing our lips together. For a second, we stay like that, and then Max’s hand trails up to my neck, holding me in place as he takes our kiss deeper. His tongue dives into my mouth, teasing me and pulling more from me than anyone has before.

My heart is beating so fast I can feel it pulsing through my entire body. Our bodies twist and collide, and before I can voice what I want, Max is on top of me. His weight feels glorious pressing down on me. The hard ridges of his body give me the friction I’m craving, and I arch into him.

Teasing me, he begins to pepper kisses down my body. Some linger in delicate places, and others are quick, causing my body to shake as my desire rises degree by degree.

When his mouth hits the bare flesh of my stomach, my eyes open and look down. He begins retracing his kisses, this time taking my shirt with him. His eyes flick to mine when the lower slope of my breast is revealed. We both pause, as if capturing the moment in our memory—because from this moment on, everything changes.

I’m too needy, too hot to think about stopping. What we’re about to embark on. All I know is that I want him, want this. Doing the honours myself, I grip the edge of my shirt and lift it up and over my head, fully exposing myself to him.

“Shit,” Max mutters as a hand comes up to cup my right breast. His lips continue their path up my stomach. I cry out when he sucks my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue. My hips pump, straining for something that I can’t quite reach.

My hands take on a life of their own, clutching his shoulder, tangling in his hair, and holding on for dear life as he drives me right to the edge.

“Max,” I moan, his lips going to my other breast. “More. Please.”

“You need me, babe?”

“Yes. God, yes, please.”

His lips leave my chest, his hands playing with the band of my shorts. I thought last night this sleep outfit had covered me up enough, but I was so wrong. The way Max swiftly pulls the fabric to one side and exposes my pussy tells me he’s thought about this. I’d been unknowingly teasing him all night. The thought makes me smile.

“Look at this pretty pink pussy. So ready and needy for me, huh, Sabrina?”

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