Page 66 of Max's Mission

Margot couldn’t stop the shout that broke free as his tongue touched her. She grabbed a handful of his hair, not sure whether to push him away so she could breathe or hold on so he could send her to the heavens.

Her body made the decision for her.

The sensations were too much. Too good. She held him in place as he coaxed wave after wave of intense pleasure out of her. Once more, her shout echoed off the walls of the room.

Lethargy took over her muscles. Her fingers loosened in his hair, and he sat back. Climbing off the bed, he stripped out of his shirt and kicked out of his jeans, boxers, and socks.

Margot licked her lips as she got her first glimpse of the part of him she’d only ever dreamed about. And there had been dreams. Only a few, and they’d been recent. But they were enough to leave her wondering what hid behind the zipper of his jeans and how good it could make her feel.

Some of the mellowness left her body. Her core tightened once more in anticipation of what was to come. She sat up, sliding off the bed to take him in her mouth and give him some of the same pleasure he’d given her.

He let her play for all of two seconds before he hooked his hands under her arms and pulled her to her feet.

“I’m not young enough for you to do that and still have anything left for the main event.”

She couldn’t even pout before he guided her down to the bed and melded their bodies.

Stars danced in Margot’s vision as they moved together, creating a delicious friction. She wound her legs around his waist and held on.

This was better than any dream could ever be.

The stars grew brighter until they blocked out the room and the sight of Max moving above her. She closed her eyes against the onslaught, but the light simply exploded behind her eyelids with the force of an atomic bomb. Margot let out a wild cry, bucking against him as pleasure ripped through her.

A moment later, his low grunt and hoarse moan joined her voice.

Sweaty, and breathing heavily, her limbs went limp. With a soft thump, her legs dropped to the bed.

His quiet curse brought some starch back to her bones. She opened her eyes.

Max stared down at the junction of their bodies, a look of trepidation on his handsome face.

She felt it the moment he looked up. The sticky wetness coating the inside of her thighs.

They’d just forgotten the most important lesson of middle school health class.

Margot covered her face and groaned.

“Hey.” Max’s hand enveloped hers, pulling her fingers away. “The chances are slim, right? People forget all the time and don’t always get pregnant.”

She did some quick math in her head.

A sharp laugh slid free.Oh, this was bad.

His shoulders fell. “We’re in trouble, aren’t we?”

She nodded.

“Um. Okay. We have options. They make a medication you can take, don’t they? To”—he flip-flopped a hand—“undo our idiocy? Can we get that here?”

“I’m not sure, but even if they do sell it, I don’t want to take that.” She wasn’t opposed to it, but there were worse things than being pregnant with Max’s baby.

Relief flooded his face. “Good.”

Surprise stilled her movements. “You… don’t mind if I get pregnant from this?”

“Honestly?” He shifted, laying down on his side to her right. Sliding a hand up her arm, he brushed a lock of her hair back from her shoulder and stared at her collarbone for a long moment.

His eyes met hers, a vulnerability shining in their depths she’d never seen from him before. “I’d be elated if you get pregnant.”

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