Page 95 of Out Of Time

“I have to cover a few houses today,” Remi said as Max began to trail slow kisses across her collarbone.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll come with you.”

She leaned her head back, making room for his lips. “You going to help me clean, or just cheer me on?”

“Both?” he asked, the heat of his mouth warming her skin.

“Deal. But we need to leave right meow,” she said.

Max grumbled. “You kitten me? It’s too early, and I’m a little hungover.”

“Nope, I’m not kitten. We have to be at this house by five.”

Max pulled her on top of him. “Who gets their house cleaned that early?”

“A doctor who works graveyard shifts,” she said, rolling her hips against his morning wood despite knowing they didn’t have time for this.

“Makes sense,” he said, reaching down to push his hand below her panties, slipping a finger against her clit, rubbing it gently.

“Max Miller,” she said in a low purr.

“Real quick?” he asked, but his hips were already lifting below her, making room to pull his boxer briefs down his thighs.

Who was she to say no to a morning quickie?

“Fine,” she agreed, rolling her eyes, but really, she wanted him too. Their sex was electric, needy, and silly, and most times,it was really passionate. A million unsaid words seemed to play out between them when he was inside her.

Remi slipped off her panties and climbed on top of Max, his chest heaving with deep breaths as he watched her pull her shirt over her head before taking his erection in her hand, lining him up to enter her, and taking him with one drop of her body.

They both moaned at the same time, their voices deep and raspy with sleep.

Remi circled her hips, grinding her body flush against his, her sex shaved with a small beauty mark resting on the skin above the sharp point of her hip bone. She had tan lines, dark and distinct, from long days at the beach. Max was pale in contrast, with trails of red freckles spattered across his naked skin, his body hair well-kept for a hairy man. She loved it.

His hands found her hips and gripped them tight as she began to move her body up and down his length with the roll of her body. She always came so fast when she was on top, with Max’s girth stretching her in the best way possible.

She wanted to take her time and draw this out; ride him fast and hard, then slow and steady. Make him beg. But they had houses to clean. Using his chest to brace herself as she quickened her pace, his hands gripped her tight, forcing her to take him deep with each thrust.

Remi felt her body contracting around him, the muscles in her legs tightening, her toes beginning to curl as her orgasm came on strong.

Max, without hesitation, moved her off his body, repositioning her onto her stomach, lifting her ass up in one swift motion before pushing back into her with a punishing thrust.

“Oh. Fuck,” she cried out. Another orgasm was already building as he fucked her like they were on a time limit—and they were.

He pulled her body against his with each thrust. The slapping of their skin, groans, and deep breaths filled the room. Remi felt herself about to come again. Twice before work, not a bad way to start your day.

“Keep going,” she managed. “So good.”

Max’s athletic strength proved to be a complete game changer in the bedroom, his stamina never wavering as he thrust against her from behind, good and hard.

Remi’s head fell and she gripped the sheets tight, coming for a second time.

“Are you?” he asked, his words short.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Again?” he asked, never missing a thrust.

“Yes,” she said, this time laughing a hint.

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