Page 135 of Are You Going to Love Me

Maximus stood behind her. “You got one more.”

Eden’s brows fused. “This party-”

“Act like you know, baby,” Maximus muttered, handing her a box.

Eden unwrapped it, dropped the paper on the table, and opened the box. On the left was a custom diamond necklace and pendant. The box read ‘keep shining, baby’. On the right wasanother box with a clasp. Unclasping the lock, she found a key fob holding a Mercedes-Benz emblem.

She gasped. “You didn’t!”

Maximus with a proud smile. “Go check it out.”

Eden quickly trotted out of the space and outside to find a blacked-out AMG GLE S Coupe. “MAX!”

Before she could run to the SUV and climb inside, she jumped on him and wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing his face. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you.”

Maximus laughed and returned the gesture. “Go check it out, E.”

Inside, she took in all the features, still overwhelmed by the love. “Do you know how long it’s been since I had a car?”

“I remember,” Maximus said, leaning in the window. “When you told me, I already had my plan in place. I always knew you were going to be the girl I was gon’ get.”

Eden bit a grin.

“Uh uh, say it.”

“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you when we get out of here.”

“How you know I'm not going to do it first?” Maximus returned, kissing her. “Don’t get carried away, you still got to dance and do karaoke.”

True to their banter, Maximus and Eden were locked away in the penthouse of the St. Harlem. Clothes scattered over the floor, makeup smeared over the pillow, hair a mess, and the sounds of pleasure roamed through the space.

“Max Baby, right there, right there,” Eden moaned in a beautiful song.

Her legs were draped over his shoulder, her toes in his mouth, and her eyes rolling back in her head. Her lover hitting that spot he found their first time together with slow, emotion-filled precision.

“You’re so beautiful, E,” Maximus rumbled, taking in her glow and freedom. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”

Eden’s eyes fluttered open, tears slipping out of the corners, musing over his glistening tattooed skin, the fresh tattoo etched over the left collarbone bone ‘Poppi’s Girl’. “So are you. What you trying to do? Huh? Make a home out of me?”

“Yeah. Sanctuary,” he rumbled, feeling their climaxes rising. “You been my home, E.”

She pulled him down by his chains, licked, sucked and kissed his lips. “Make it forever. I want to be your home forever.”

That statement made way for their joint climax. He filled her as she covered him. Though he’d made a home out of her weeks ago. Maximus nestled between her thighs, head on her midsection, and his phone ringing in his pants pocket across the room.

“Someone needs you,” Eden muttered.

“They can figure that shit out, I’m trying to rest up for round two. You said something about fuckin’ the shit out of me,” he teased.

“I watched that video a few times. I'm trying to recreate it.”

“Oh word?”

“Mhmm,” she buzzed, her phone ringing now. “Max...”

He groaned, removing himself from her body and the bed. “It better be something in-fuckin'-portant. I swear.”

Eden lazily watched his naked body stomp away to retrieve his ringing phone. His voice followed, the irritation prevalent.

---