Page 187 of Puck Me Secretly

He didn’t speak, just carried me through the apartment and deposited me onto his bed. From my horizontal position, I watched him kick off his shoes and whip off his coat. Then he was crawling onto the bed towards me.

He pulled me against his chest, in the ultimate of cuddles. I burrowed my face against his neck, sniffing his gorgeous scent.

“You smell good.”

I could hear the smile in his voice. “You feel better.”

I lifted my head back so I could see his face. “Are you okay? I was so worried about you.”

He kissed my forehead. “I’m okay.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I talked to my mom.”

I held my breath.

“We had some tough talks.” His eyes traced over my face. “She cried a lot.”

“Max.”

He sighed. “But you know, we talked, like two adults.”

“And how did you leave things?”

He smiled. It was a sad smile, but a smile nonetheless. “I think we both want things to change between us, but it will not happen overnight.”

“How do you feel about things?”

He rolled me over so I was on my back and his face hovered above mine. “I think I feel really happy to see you.”

I smiled at him. “Dad’s coming back to the helm soon.”

He nibbled at the corner of my lip. “Does this mean you'll travel again with the team?”

“Thinking about it.”

I could feel his smile against my lips. “Think harder.”

And then his kiss stopped our conversation.

“Fuck,” he groaned, lifting his head up to look at me. “I need you.”

“I know,” I sat up and ripped off my tank top. “I feel the same way.”

He knelt in front of me and unbuttoned his dress shirt. I grabbed his belt and yanked his pants and underwear down. I moved my mouth towards his cock, but his hands caught me.

“No, fuck. I need to fuck you. Now.”

“Not even a little nibble?”

“Why are your pants still on? Get naked.”

I laughed as I lay back and kicked off my pajama bottoms. He stood up and dropped trou, and then he was crawling up the bed towards me with nothing but a hard cock and a smile. His hand slipped between my thighs.

“If I can’t play, neither can you,” I complained, eyeing the massive specimen that thrust proud and hard from between his legs.

“You ready for me?”

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