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“Well if you say so.” I raise one eye brow suggestively. “I hope that my dress stays in place on my next throw.”
Max groans quietly to himself. “You are killing me.”
“Maybe,” I chuckle. “But I’ll make sure you feel good all the way to the end.”
I’m not sure what’s come over me, but I this nearly instant attraction I’m feeling is building up quickly inside me. Maybe it’s reading about all of Katherine’s escapades in The Juiciest Fruit. She’s never afraid of know what she wants and making it happen. The more time I spend with Max the more I want to be around him. I’ve never felt this way before, but I don’t want this feeling to go away. I’m going to be more like Katherine and make it happen.
6
COURTNEY
After more axe throwing at the bar, Max takes me to a tiny bistro in the old district of town. It’s so tucked away that I’ve never even heard of it before, but it’s clear I’m apparently the only one because we have to wait forty minutes to get a table—but I don’t mind.
We eventually get seated on the patio under the glow of the hanging twinkle lights. Max tells me stories about being the odd man out growing up with his grandmother and three sisters. I admire the way he talks about them with such reverence and love. And tells me stories about how he used to try and play the man of the house when his sisters’ dates would stop by to pick them up. He’d try and put the fear of god in them and thought it was working until he realized his grandmother was standing behind and was the real source of their fear.
“That might be the cutest story I’ve ever heard,” I say.
“It’ll be even cuter when I tell you that I usually gave my fear of god speeches to them in my Spiderman pajamas.”
“Oh my gosh, I wish you had pictures,” I laugh.
He thinks hard for a moment. “I think my Grandma might a picture or two of that. If you play your cards right, I might let you see them.”
“Deal.”
Max leans in close but doesn’t let his lips brush mine. I can feel each soft puff on his breath against my lips. I don’t hesitate to close the distance. I can taste a bit of chocolate on his lips from the chocolate lava cake we just shared.
We both forget for a moment that we are not alone, despite feeling like the world has disappeared around us and we aren’t the only two people left on Earth.
“So how many more times am I going to have to run my foot up your calf for you to ask if I want to come home with you.”
Max’s eyes widen slightly, but he recovers quicker than he did back at the axe throwing bar.
“I don’t know?” He pretends like he’s thinking hard. “Maybe one more time.”
I can’t hold back the giddy smile spreading across my face as I slide my foot up his leg one more time.
“Courtney, do you want to come back to my place?” he asks, his voice sounding deeper and catching a bit in his throat.
“I hope we can make it back there before—”
“Check please!”
* * *
I’m pretty sure Max breaks about a dozen laws driving us back to his place. I can’t keep my hands off of him and he nearly swerves off the road twice when my wanders dangerously high on his thigh.
“I said before that you were going to kill me,” he says as he white knuckles the steering wheel. But now I think you are going to get us both killed.”
“Please tell me we are almost there.”
He swings his SUV down a residential street and pulls into the driveway of a light blue house.
“Are you sure you’re okay with coming in?”
I move my hand over his hard cock, and squeeze with light but firm pressure. His head rolls back and I start to lean forward across the console ready to pull out what I felt and I can only is a magnificent dick.
Max puts his hand over mine to stop me and shakes his head.
