Page 50 of Wrong Idea

“Come for me, princess. Come for daddy, Max!” As if his words had some kind of control over my body, I did just that.

A wave of pleasure washed over me, my orgasm larger and more beautiful than anything I had ever experienced before. It took me under like a riptide, drowning me with him, in us.

“Max! Princess!” he growled seconds before everything happened, my mind still clouded from coming as I watched him in rapture.

His body went taut over mine, his face morphed into a grimace, and I felt it. A deluge of warmth filled my insides so much it flooded out of me and between us. He came hard. His cock pulsed inside me, and I clenched around him, milking every drop.

“Max. Ma-max!” he stuttered before his head dropped to the center of my chest, but it was like he couldn’t stop coming. More than happily, I held on to him, squeezing him tightly. “Shit,” he cursed, and when he pulled out, both our gazes dropped to where we had been connected. His still hard dick shined with out juices and a slight pinkish tinge of my virgin blood smeared on him.

“Jesus, look at that,” he groaned. “That’s fucking beautiful.” He covered my body with his and kissed me sweetly and softly while my eyes started to feel heavy. I watched him pick up my panties from the floor and start to wipe the creamy surprise he had left behind as it started to seep out. I blushed, thinking about what we had just done and what he was wiping away.

“I should go clean up,” I whispered. I didn’t want to move, but I also knew I needed to take care of the mess between my legs.

“Shh, I got you, princess. Your days of cleaning up messes are over,” he whispered and pressed a kiss to the middle of my forehead. I smiled softly at him.

Maybe I hadn’t had the completely wrong idea of him. Carver and Car were the same man. Both caring and sweet. Protective and obsessed with taking care of me.

And as long as we helped and took care of the other, where was the harm in that?

epilogue

Carver

Life was funny sometimes.

One moment, you’re so busy rushing through it you could literally miss the best thing from happening to you if you don’t slow down. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not advising anyone to lie about who they are and what they do, but fuck, the craziest thing I ever did ended up being the best thing to happen to me in my life. Hands down, no doubt about it.

Max and I fell into a routine easily. I didn’t like that she wanted to keep working at the hotel, but she did for about two months. Until some celebrity found her coloring books and her business went viral. My girl was so busy filling orders and designing, she had to step away from the resort. Which I did not mind because by the time she had decided to do that, the sale of a house at the end of the lake we had fallen in love with had gone through. And just like that, one more piece of our lives together slipped right into place. A year to the date of when we met in that small room at the spa of the resort, I asked her to marry me. And Harrison had not been lying when he said I was a lucky son of a bitch. She’d said yes, and the moment I had my ring on her finger, we got to planning our special day.

It didn’t surprise me when my girl didn’t want a big glamours party. She insisted on something small and simple at the spot onthe lake where we would have our late-night lunches together. And we had done just that. Because again, there was nothing I wouldn’t do to make my girl smile.

I stepped into the newly renovated spa and grinned. It was finally finished. The Crown was back and thriving. I had just finished a meeting with Grant and Harrison, one that left Grant a little disgruntled because I’d asked him to come back to Moonlit Pines. I needed someone to step in at the office because I was going to start working from home a lot more.

The spa at The Crown was closed, and thankfully, everyone had gone home for the day. I walked through the break room and grinned when I spotted the coffee maker. It reminded me of why I had been at the spa in the first place that day so many years ago. My girl had been the one who made the coffee. Now she made it for me all the time.

I opened the door to the room, and there she was.

Her back was turned to me, wearing a sexy little sundress because the summer temps were at a record high. Not that I minded. Every time I got to see my girl, my princess, my wife in a dress felt like a gift. Who the fuck was I kidding? Every time, regardless of what she wore, was a gift. My heart was full of gratitude for the life we had created together.

She turned, and my heart squeezed in my chest like it did after a long day without her close to me. Her dark wavy hair danced against her back before her eyes met mine.

“This turned out so much better than I could have imagined. You were right about the design,” she reluctantly admitted, but I didn’t say a word.

Instead, I shut the door behind me and set the lock in place, all without taking my eyes off my beautiful girl.

“Come to daddy, pretty girl.” She blushed and shook her head. A brow on my face rose, silently challenging her to disobey me. “Princess.”

“Fine.” She playfully showed her reluctance as she neared. The moment she was within my reach, I took her in my arms and didn’t hesitate tasting her lips and plunging my tongue into her mouth.

“You’ve been a naughty girl at home today, haven’t you?” I asked, and she shivered. My hands moved down and under the hem of her skirt, moving my open palm up the back of her thigh, groaning when I found her bare underneath.

“Have you been watching me, Daddy?” She gasped, her naughty little togue swiping at my neck while she moaned. My girl loved how I tasted.

“I’m always watching, little girl,” I grunted, picking her up, careful not to jostle her too much now that she was carrying our baby.

As hot as it was to think about knocking her up from the very beginning, after her period came after that first time, we talked about it. There were things she wanted to accomplish before we started a family, and I wanted The Crown done so I could hand it over to my brothers to deal with the day-to-day and I could have the time to be with my wife as much as possible as we grew our family.

“How’d they take it?” she asked, finger-combing my overgrown hair.

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