Page 36 of Maximum Dare
He reached out with both hands and yanked the front of my coat closed, the tug nudging my breasts together and causing my nipples to bead in pleasure.
“You lost a button on your shirt,” he explained.
“Sorry?”
“I was pulling your coat closed to cover your shirt.”
Looking down, I saw where my bra was peeking through a gap in my shirt. I let out a long moan of mortification; it sounded erotic.
Max stepped back and leaned against the wall. He whipped out his phone, now seeming to ignore me.
I pulled mine out of my back pocket and swiped over to Instagram. I raised it closer to my face to better see the screen.
Max hurried toward me and crushed my body against the wall. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
His eyes narrowed. “Don’t take my photo. I don’t want Nick to see it.”
I cringed inwardly. “Of course not.”
His intense brown gaze met mine. “Daisy, what I meant was…”
“Why would I want a photo of you?” I asked, his closeness making me shudder.
Our breathing was in sync, our eyes still locked on each other. His minty breath tickled my face. The pressure of him leaning against me made me feel alive.
“I was seeing if Nick watched it,” I finally admitted.
He flinched. “Watched what?”
“I recorded my adventure.”
“Right.”
I gave him a polite smile and showed him my screen. “See? Me sliding down the glass chute.”
The angle of the recording hid the fact that I had crash landed into Max.
I squinted at the number of “likes” my video had racked up. “Wait. That can’t be right.”
“What’s wrong?”
My gaze snapped to his. “It’s got two thousand hits already.”
He turned my phone around so he could see the screen again. “Are you okay with this?”
My eyes widened with a sudden realization. “Nick will see it!”
Max’s jaw tensed. “He doesn’t deserve you.”
Silence filled the space between us as I replayed his words. It was the kind of moment you wished you could rewind so you knew you hadn’t misheard it.
Max read a text on his phone. “Carl’s at the curb, ready to drive you home.”
“I’m fine with the Tube—”
“Under no circumstances. I’d drive you myself, but I have a conference call scheduled with my firm.”
