Page 110 of Are You Going to Love Me

“M-max,” she moaned into the pillow, her hand reaching behind her.

He grabbed it, interlocked their fingers, and pressed it against her back.

“Say that again,” he growled.

“Maxxxiimmusss,” she cried out into the pillow beneath her.

He grinded against her spot, loving the way her body creamed for him. Her hands now pinned above her head, his weight balanced. Maximus put his mouth against her ear and asked, “You gon’ be my home, E?”

Whimpering her response, “Yes.”

“Good, ‘cause I need you to be my home.”

Maximus ushered them both into euphoria and dropped by her side. Eden still moaning softly.

“I’ve got to get to the bathroom.”

“Why?” Maximus tiredly questioned, pulling her naked body into his.

“You’re going to leak out of me all night.”

“Let it. I’ll carry you to the shower in the morning.”

“Who are you?” Eden tiredly joked.

“The nigga covered in you. Go to sleep, baby.”

“You just want to peel me off of you,” Eden quipped, yawning.

“Maybe. Sleep.”

The couple slept half the day away before pulling themselves from the bed, showering, and washing the sheets. In the kitchen, Maximus leaned on the counter and watched as she stood in the fridge with her hands on her hips.

“So, the question is, which one of us is making breakfast? If you choose me, you’re getting toast and a boiled egg.”

“So much for that one cooking class you took,” Maximus joked, earning a birdie from Eden.

“Keon paid for that. Staysha can’t boil water.”

“Oh, I heard. Keon said his kitchen was a murder scene for an egg,” Maximus recalled, laughing. “Nah. We headed out today. We don’t have shit to do until Tuesday so we’re dropping the top and headed toward the beach.”

“Drop the top?” Eden asked, raising a brow.

Maximus scoffed. “Lifting you in the truck was cool, but a drop top ain’t gon’ kill me.”

“Look at frugal Franny spending money,” Eden teased. “The beach is nice, but are you going to feed me?”

Maximus grabbed the seat of his shorts, earning the middle finger from Eden. “Sausage?”

“Actual sausage, I’ve had yours already. And I need some clothes so...”

“They’ll be here in a minute. Clothes and food. We’ll ride down, hit the boardwalk do the beach shit, hit the club tonight?”

“Testing records?”

He bobbed his head. “And showing my face, apparently I got to be outside and shit.”

“That you do. They need to see your face, hear your voice, and think that they can touch you. Key word here is think,” Eden emphasized.

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