Page 99 of Are You Going to Love Me

“We are. Turn it off,” he grunted, pushing her dress up and finding her panty-less. “Turn it off, E.”

Eden patted the cushions, trying to find the remote. Once she found it, she turned it off and placed her hands in his hair.

“Been wet since I told you I was on my way?” he grunted, swiping his fingers over her folds before pushing them inside.

“Since you left me in your bed,” she groaned, hips rotating only for a second before he pulled his digits out.

“Say it.”

Eden’s pants mixed with a series of seductive whines. “What? Say what?”

He gave her a look.

She kissed him. “I missed you.”

“How much?”

“A lot. I think you got me sprung or something.”

“It’s mutual.” Maximus nipped her chin. “Pretty self. Tell me what you want.”

“You, food, sleep. But before we get carried away, there’s a cake in the oven.”

“For me?”

“Mmhmm,” Eden groaned, pulling herself off his lap. “We get carried away and then it’s burnt, and all my hard work goes out the window.”

Maximus stood, his erection evident in his sweats. “I know how to handle that. How long you got left on it?”

Eden glanced at the timer as she attempted to fix her dress. Maximus was glued back to her body, bunching it up in one hand, setting the timer on his phone with the other. “Forty-five minutes.”

“Round one? Bet,” he grunted, pulling the dress off of her, hiking her over his shoulder and moving down the hall. He didn’t waste any time, settling between her thighs and latching his mouth around her sensitive flesh. Every time he pulled her to the edge, he stopped and pushed back up her body to suckle her breasts, kissing her lips.

“You won’t let me touch you,” Eden grumbled, trying to pull her hands free of his hold. “Let me, please.”

“Uh uh. I want my cake. You touch me, I’m not going to give a fuck about nothing but that sweet pussy squeezing me. You do that shit on purpose, huh? Wrapping that shit around me and making it vibrate and shit.”

Eden reveled in his kisses and touches. “Marking my territory. If you ever leave out this yard, you’ll be back begging.”

“Never leaving out this yard, baby.”

“Good.” Eden licked his face. “Lemme.”

Maximus released her hands. In a swift move he dropped to his back, placed her on his face, and smacked her ass. Only he would pull her from doubt and place her in comfort and safety like this. Eden leaned over and took him in her mouth. Pleasing each other without losing track of time made everything intentional. They erupted in tandem. His cream coating her lips, and her honey moisturizing his mustache and beard.

The cake was pulled from the oven, and their bodies were reconnected. Sweet melodies sounding off well into the night.

thirty-three

. . .

“You’re up early,”Eden tiredly said, pulling herself from the mattress to find Maximus standing up in her bathroom, rubbing lotion on his arms. She squinted. “Is that my cashmere peach lotion?”

He nodded proudly. “Shit smells good as fuck.”

Eden scratched her bonnet-covered head and squinted. Maximus smirked in the mirror. “Do you know that that lotion has gold and silk in it, and they only make fifty bottles a year?”

“No wonder it smells so damn good. This is what you be rubbing between your thighs that has me losing my mind?”

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