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Twice.
That’s right…Max Fletcher gave me four orgasms this weekend. Not that I’m counting because I get orgasms from millionaires all the time.
And that looking thing he makes me do during sex?
“Eyes on me.”
It is the most intimate thing I’ve ever done with a guy. Even more intimate than ya know…just letting him put his dick inside me.
There’s an erotic ridiculousness to watching a man fuck you. Like…his sex face is kind of scary…but kind of awesome. Like a feral animal that you want to attack you.
I have no idea what my sex face looks like. I’m going to take a wild guess and say, not good. Probably a cross between a screaming banshee and a ram in heat.
Male sheep do this creepy upper lip curl whenever the female sheep want to breed. It’s so gross. My sister and I used to imitate the freaky expression and chase each other around the barn. God, that was such a weird life. I loved it, but I prefer to visit it now, instead of live in it.
I could get used to the millionaire life real quick. I know I’m not in the Fletchpad, but the tiny house gives me a taste of luxury living, and I have to say…I’m a fan. If only a person didn’t have to sell their soul to achieve this kind of success.
Steeling myself, I walk in the slider off the living room, the familiar scent of Max and Everly’s home like a warm hug after a long day. It’s almost six o’clock, so I tuck my Kindle under my arm and tiptoe over to the couch to resume my usual waiting for Everly to wake up pose.
The click of men’s shoes has the hair on the back of my neck standing up. “Morning,” Max’s deep voice says from behind me.
I turn to see him in the kitchen pouring himself a cup of coffee. He usually doesn’t have coffee here. He usually sprints out the door as soon as he lays eyes on me.
“Morning,” I reply, waving my Kindle at him and then facing forward again.Nice move, Casual Cozy.
Max’s footfalls approach, and I look up as he rounds the couch and lowers a mug of coffee to me. “What’s this?” I ask, shivering at the smell of his cologne that’s been freshly applied this morning.
Note to self…never wash tiny house sheets.
“Coffee,” Max answers, straightening his long black tie over his white button-down and charcoal suit.
I look inside the cup and see that it has creamer. “Did you—?”
“Is that not how you take your coffee?” His brows pinch together, and he points up to the second level. “Everly said that vanilla creamer in the refrigerator was yours.”
My lips part with a silent…holy fucking shit, are you serious?Instead, I clear my throat and respond, “Yeah…this is how I take my coffee. Thank you.” I was going for cool as a cucumber, but I fear I might have given off an air of regal Queen of England at teatime vibes. Hopefully, he didn’t notice.
He slides his hands into his pockets, an amused look on his face as he stares down at me.
Is he waiting for me to take a sip?
He is…he’s waiting.
My eyes widen, and I hurriedly jostle the mug up to my lips, taking an inelegant slurp that I swear echoes off the walls. I smile up at him. “Tastes great.”
“Good.” He smiles and continues standing there.
Jesus, now what? My tongue darts out to wet my lips. “Are you going to the office today?”
“Yes.” He tilts his head, his eyes narrowing imperceptibly at me.
“Cool, cool.” I chew my lip nervously. “What did you and Everly do yesterday? I didn’t see much of you two.”
“Oh, we went to my parents’ house for a visit. We often go there on Sundays if we’re in town.”
I nod and pick at a chunk of flesh I’ve broken loose on my lip. “I did nothing like usual! I’m getting really good at it.” I laugh a bit too loudly and then flinch.
The sexy smirk on his face is completely disarming. I open my mouth to say more, but then my phone begins vibrating on the sofa. My face falls when I see my sister’s name on the screen.
