Page 43 of Waiting for Sunshine

He doesn’t stop his mouth or his fingers until my body relaxes. He slides his fingers out, and stands to his feet, wiping my arousal from his beard. I never knew that could turn me on so much, but his devilish smile right after has me needing to clench my thighs together. He walks toward me and grips my chin, bringing my gaze up to him.

“You taste like heaven,” he leans in, planting a gentle kiss on my lips. He brushes his nose against mine before he walks to the couch to grab my jeans. He walks them over and begins sliding them back on my legs.

“Um, Max? I think you’re forgetting a step.” I say, eyeing my panties on the chair.

“Nope. I’m keeping those.” He says, standing me up to continue pulling my jeans over my ass. “I have to have some part of you with me when you leave for San Francisco.” He says.

“Well, what part of you do I get to take with me?” I ask playfully.

He stares at me a moment and narrows his gaze. He rolls his lips together and hums as he thinks, making me giggle. “Here,” he walks around pulling something from his desk drawer. He walks over and puts a chain with his dog tags in my hand. I look up at him, completely stunned.

“Your dog tags? I can’t take these.” I say, trying to hand them back.

“Why not?” he asks, puzzled. Like it’s not something insanely sentimental and personal.

“Be-because you have myunderwear.” I blurt out, making him laugh.

“Yes, I do. And I’m very happy about that. I still don’t see the problem.” He teases.

“I have like 40 pairs of underwear. I’m pretty sure you only have one of these, what if something happens to them? What if I lose them? I would never forgive myself.” I frantically try to hand them back to him.

“First, I feel like 40 pairs of underwear is way too many. Second, I want you to take them. Yes, they’re important to me, but so are you. I know you’ll keep them safe. I trust you, Sunshine. Have a little faith in yourself.” He folds my hand over the dog tags, letting me know he won’t be taking them. He kisses my forehead and steps back, sliding my panties into his pocket.

“Now, you have to get to work, and I have to get home to see Riles.” He slaps my ass, sending me out the door.

When we walk out of the office, heads turn in our direction and it feels like eyes are burning into my soul. I look at Max wide-eyed, remembering that his office isnotsoundproof. He shrugs and wraps his arm around my shoulders, walking me over to the bar. He glances around the room at everyone, then looks back down at me.

“Catch you later, Sunshine.” He kisses me soft and sweet, then looks back around the bar.

“Now can we move on?” he announces.

The crowd has become mostly regulars – bikers, vets, and a few wanderers. There’s more of a mix around the holidays, but now that they’ve passed it’s back to all familiar faces. They hoot and holler, acting like a bunch of loons, which makes me laugh. Lenny looks at me and holds his hand to his heart as if I’ve somehow hurt him.

“I’d be a terrible second wife, Len. Don’t be too heartbroken over me.” I explain, making him laugh instead.

I spend the rest of my shift alarmingly aware that I have no underwear on. Every time I think ofwhyI don’t,it has me squeezing my thighs together.

When I clock out and head home to pack for my trip I text Lauren to see if she can ditch the office for a week. She’s got the most flexible schedule out of all of us, plus it’s been ages since the two of us did anything together.

Me

You feel like a girls' trip to SanFran with me for an art event this week?

Lauren

Hell to the YES! When do we leave?

Me

Get packing babe, we leave at 8 AM tomorrow.

CHAPTER21

SHANE

Max

I hope you’re having fun in San Francisco, don’t forget to come back to me though.

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