“Where do I need to go, Max?” Trey puts the car in gear and heads to the exit.

“Calla’s building.”

“Seriously? Or are you two hooking up? Not that it wouldn't make a few of us happy,” Trey mumbles the last part.

Max coughs an uncomfortable sounding laugh.

“Seriously. I live on the first floor.”

“Alrighty, then. Calla, to be on the safe side, I’m just going to drop you two off and call an Uber, if that's okay? Call me in the morning before your run, and we’ll work out together.”

“You sure?” I ask, and Trey nods. “Deal.”

Soon Trey pulls to a stop in my parking spot in the garage. Max gets out and moves the seat forward for me. Trey steps around the car, hands me the keys, and pulls me into a hug.

“Use protection, but have a fun night. He’s a cutie.” He kisses my cheek then pushes me toward the lobby doors.

“Night Trey! Enjoy the rest of your night.” I wink at him before heading inside.

“Good evening Ms. Bond, Mr. Woods. How was your evening?” the doorman greets us as he opens the doors.

“Evening, Paul. It was good, thanks. How’s the family?” I inquire.

“They’re fine, thanks,” the man responds, going back to his station.

I pull my key card out of my purse as I move toward the elevator.

“Can I talk you into stopping by my place tonight?” Max’s hand grazes down my arm.

“I really want to get out of these heels and into something more comfortable. So, can I take a rain-check on your place and offer mine tonight, instead?” I push the “up” button on the wall.

“I can get behind that.” We step onto the elevator as the doors open. “Why don’t you slip out of those heels.”

“Oh no. I’m not walking barefoot down the hall. I know they clean the floors, but still.” I shudder then lean against the back wall.

“You have a point.” The elevator pings, and the doors slide open.

Max follows behind me as I head down the hallway to my loft.

The door across the hall opens, and Jason sticks his head out. “Hey, Calla.”

I stare at the man, faltering over his name. “Hi… uh, Jason. How are you?”

“Good, thanks. You didn’t by chance see anyone in the garage when you came home?” he asks.

“Sorry, no. My friend, Trey, dropped us off before heading home, so I wasn’t really paying attention,” I respond, unlocking the door.

“Thanks.” Jason closes the door.

I open my door, and we step inside. I flip on the light as I move out of the entryway.

“Max, will you flip the lock, please?”

“Sure thing. Can I use your bathroom?” He follows behind me.

“Yeah, it’s this way,” I say over my shoulder.

A furry tail rubs against my calf as Baggie circles between my feet. I stumble into the spare bedroom door frame trying not to step on him. Max catches my arm, keeping me upright.

That’s one way to get in his arms.

“Damn it, Bagheera!” I take a deep breath, trying to slow my heart rate.

“You okay?” He helps me stand upright.

“Thanks, Max. Yes, but I swear my cat is trying to kill me. The bathroom is right there.” I gesture to the closed door across from us.

Max chuckles. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

I fucking need food. I think that last drink was one too many.

Max quickly returns, dragging me into the kitchen. He lifts me up and sits me on the counter.

“I almost fell in the bathroom, so I need something to eat. And while this is your kitchen, how about I cook in it? Do you have soup, cheese, and bread?”

“I do. You thinking grilled cheese sandwiches and soup, or one or the other?” I ask.

“I need both, I think, or I might pass out.” Instead of asking where everything is, Max starts opening cabinets and the fridge.

“Can you pass me a Coke please?” I request.

“Only if I can have one.” He glances back at me and smirks.

“Deal.”

Max grabs what he needs out of the fridge and hands me one of the Cokes. I pop the top and take a long sip. Max places everything on the counter next to me before searching for the pots and pans.

“In this cabinet.” I spread my legs wider, letting my dress slide up my thighs, and point to the cabinet under me.

Max steps between my legs. One of his hands slides up my thigh underneath my dress as the other pulls me into a searing kiss. Afterwards, he steps back to open the cabinet and pulls out the pot and pan he needs. I take another sip of Coke, and it seems to help me refocus my fuzzy thoughts. I’m a little more coherent as I watch Max fix Campbell's chicken noodle soup and two grilled cheese sandwiches.

The soup simmers as the sandwiches become a golden brown, and he turns off the heat.

“Behind you, next to the fridge, is where you’ll find plates and bowls.” I point to the cabinets I’m talking about.

Max grabs one plate and two bowls. “Thanks,” he says when he returns to the stove and starts scooping out the soup.

He places one bowl next to my thigh and the other on the opposite side of the stove. The plate is placed on one of the burners he didn’t use as he flips both sandwiches onto it. Leaning against the stove, Max eats his sandwich first. I’m only halfway finished with my soup as Max scarfs down the rest of his food and steps away from the stove. He washes his dishes and leaves them in the sink. It takes me a good ten more minutes before I finish. However, Max doesn’t seem impatient. In fact, he takes my dishes and cleans them as well.

He comes to stand between my legs again, leaning in and kissing me lightly. Starting with my hand, he kisses my palm before he moves cautiously up to my neck, to my jawline then finally, to my lips. Every time his lips touch me, it sends tingles through my body. His tongue barely creases my lips, and I open for him, kissing him back without thinking.

He breaks the kiss and whispers, “Wrap your legs around me.”

Max wraps his arms around my ass, pulling me into him, and he lifts me off the counter. My legs encircle his waist as he carries me to the dining room table. This, I could get used to. There’s something about the way he’s handling me that’s getting me a bit tingly. He gently sits me on the table, removing his hands from my ass. His fingers coast up my arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Once he reaches my shoulders, his hands move in different directions. One hand moves to cradle my chin as the other lightly grabs my hair.

He pulls my hair, tilting my head up and giving him better access to kiss, nibble, and bite up and down my jawline and neck. I comply with each caress, closing my eyes as he starts to work his magic. Gradually, his hands slip from my face and hair, down my body. When he reaches the only strap on my dress, he pushes it down my arm, leaving my shoulders bare as he caresses my skin with his fingers and lips. I shiver in the wake of every touch. His hands slide around my back, searching for the zipper.

“I want you out of this dress… now,” he growls.

“Unzip me,” I demand, as I lift one arm to show him the hidden zipper.

He unzips the dress, letting the satiny fabric pool at my waist. Max’s hands glide up my torso, stopping to linger around my strapless bra-covered breasts, teasing them for a few minutes before moving on.

My mind drifts from Max to Wes in the blink of an eye.

Wes should be the one stripping me down and ogling my breasts…. Focus! Wes doesn't want you. Let your guard down and enjoy Max.

As I try to push thoughts of Wes out of my mind, new issues plague me. What if I’m not good at this? Torrance cheated on me... will I even be able to satisfy Max? Damn… Can’t I get out of my fucking head and enjoy this?

“Fuck, I can’t wait to get my mouth on these, but I’m craving dessert,” Max murmurs as he gently pushes me back against the table, and his hands roam down to my hips.

At those words, the tingly sensation turns to butterflies, and I want to see where Max can take me. With a bit of pressure, he holds my hips in place, bends over me, and kisses my navel. His lips and tongue make a trail from my stomach to the pooling dress, and warmth slowly starts to build with each caress. Both of Max’s hands rub over my bare thighs, pushing the bottom of the dress up to my waist, exposing my sexy black, lace undergarments and smooth skin. A small flutter forms in my core, and while his touch feels good, I’m still not on fire.

Stop thinking, damn it! Max wants you! It’s time to get the fantasy of Wes out of your mind and take what’s in front of you. I deserve to have fun! I deserve to have a fucking orgasm!

“God, you’re sexy as fuck. I’m going to savor every taste of you,” Max says as he kisses down to my mound.

I’m not sure if it’s his words or his mouth so close to my pussy that shifts the warmth I’m feeling to a burning heat. But suddenly, I’m extremely turned on.

“Max,” I manage, breathily.

His fingers gently glide along the seam of my pussy, and I shiver at the first touch. Fuck that feels good. It’s been too long since someone besides myself touched me there.

“Calla? Baby, are you still with me?” he asks.

“Yes.” Now more than ever.

“Good, because I want you to watch while I eat your pussy.”

A moan escapes me at his words. His fingers tease my clit as he slides onto the bench seat. He slips one finger between my folds, and my core clenches around the intrusion. I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to hold out if he keeps teasing me. It feels too damn good.

“Damn, you’re so fucking tight,” he murmurs in pleasure. “Keep your legs open wide for me.” He blows lightly on my pussy, and my first instinct is to close my legs.

I bite my bottom lip, trying to simply enjoy the first kiss and light lick. However, Max quickly latches onto my clit and sucks my little nub until I’m writhing on the table. Muling sounds spill from my throat. Sounds I’ve never made in my life. Holy fuck!

I squirm as the pressure builds in my core. “Max!”

“Cum for me Calla. I promise, after this orgasm, I’ll give you another.”

With his promise, my orgasm crashes through me, and I scream out. But Max doesn’t stop his ministrations. If anything, he picks up his pace, releasing my clit and licking my pussy, lapping up my juices. Adding a finger then two, he pumps them in and out of my vagina, trying to pull another orgasm out of me. My head falls back, and my back arches as my core tenses, readying for another wave of pleasure to release.

“Damn, Calla. You taste so good. I love how responsive your body is.” The warmth of his breath as he speaks adds another sensation into the mix, and I’m coming again before I know what hit me.

“I could get used to the way your body reacts. Let’s try for one more before I take you to bed and fuck you all night.”

In my hazy bliss, I can’t respond. Aftershocks keep my now over-sensitive pussy in need of more, while the rest of me needs time to catch my breath. And all I can think, besides how amazing this feels, is how Torrance never gave me oral, yet he expected it from me. Before I realize what’s going on, Max is spinning me around and pulling my shoulders toward the edge of the table. I have to strain to hold my head up now that the table isn’t under it.

“I want you to suck me as I eat and finger you this time. Drop your head back,” he instructs me, unbuttoning his pants and pulling his hard cock out. His dick is thick and long, and I’m not sure if he’ll fit in my mouth. He lines himself up with my mouth. “Open,” he commands, and I willingly comply.

I wet my lips and tentatively lick the tip of his cock.

He lets out a low moan. His fingers begin their dance with my clit and wet folds as his cock pushes into my mouth. I open, taking him all the way to the back of my throat. I gag, and he pulls out slightly. Soon his mouth is back on my pussy, his tongue delving in and out of my center. He gets into a rhythm, fingering and licking me as he fucks my mouth. My hands come up to caress his balls, squeezing and tugging just enough that his movements quicken. Max moans into my pussy, and I do the same as pleasure once again builds.

“Cum with me Calla,” Max demands into my mound.

He sucks hard on my clit and pumps his fingers in and out of my center. His dick throbs in my mouth, and his tempo speeds up to the point that the head of his cock is hitting the back of my throat. I can’t stop gagging.

The first taste of precum is the only warning I get. He adds another finger in my pussy and gently bites on my clit. I cum hard on his fingers. As he feasts, his release fills my mouth, and I swallow everything he gives me.

“Holy fuck, that was hot,” Max declares as he lifts off me. “I want this gorgeous ass of yours in bed, so I can fill this tight little pussy.”

Max backs up, giving me room to sit up. Blood rushes from my head, and I’m a little dizzy. I sway, and Max’s hands grab onto my shoulders.

“How about I carry you?” He smirks.

“That might be a good idea.”

He leans into me and kisses my lips. “Having you swallow my cum is one of the sexiest things I’ve seen in years,” he whispers.

I smirk and lick my lips. He chuckles, holding out his hand to help me off the table.

“Stand still.” He bends down and picks me up fireman style. “Master suite is down the hall to my right?” he confirms.

“Yes.”

One of his hands goes around my legs and the other holds onto my ass. He carries me down the hall into my room then tosses me onto the bed.

“You look comfortable,” he says, standing at the edge of the bed.

I’d be really comfy if we were under the covers.

“I am, for the most part.” I scramble to get under the sheets.

“For the most part?” He kneels onto the bed and grabs my ankle, pulling me toward him.

“Getting under the covers would help,” I reply.

“If you’re cold, I’ll warm you up.” He lifts off the bed, shucking off his jeans before climbing back on it.

I scoot closer as his fingers squeeze into my flesh. We embrace, and my fingers lightly touch his chest. Heat and desire flutter through me. Damn, I’m still aching for him. I pull out of Max's grip and sit up. His eyes brighten as he leans toward me. Threading his fingers through my hair, he pulls my mouth to his, kissing me passionately, our tongues twining together.

Out of breath, we separate.

“Want to help remove this?” I ask, lifting my hips off the bed.

“Are you sure about this? I want you, but if you want to wait, I’ll leave.”

“Max. Stop talking and undress me. I don’t want to think about it anymore. I’m not drunk. And yes, I want this. I want you.”

“That’s all I need to hear.” His fingers grip the bunched up material of my dress, and he slowly pulls it down over my hips and legs.

The dress gets tossed to the floor. I push Max back against the soft mattress, slowly crawling up his legs and straddling him. He slides his hands up and down my arms, causing goosebumps to pebble my flesh. Seductively, I unbutton his shirt, slowly exposing his muscular chest. As I lightly brush my fingertips down the line of his breast bone to his belly button, I bend down to kiss his neck and grind my center into his hardening cock. He closes his eyes and moans, as his fingers lightly roll down the crease of my exposed spine.

I shudder, and he stops. “You still good?”

“Yes. Don’t stop.” I look into Max's eyes then kiss his lips before lifting myself off him.

He lifts up, resting his upper body on his forearms as he gazes at me. I gesture for him to move closer to the edge of the bed. As he complies, I lean down, placing both hands under his shirt on his shoulders, and slip him out of it. Once he’s shirtless, I slide my body closer until I am straddling him again. Max wraps his arms around me, unsnapping my bra in the process. Now that I’m naked, he touches every inch of my body with his hands and lips. His arms slide to my middle, pulling me closer, and his mouth latches onto my breast. Max sucks and nibbles the nipple until it tightens into a peak. Anticipation fills me as heat is building in my core again, and my pussy clenches. He rolls me onto the bed then quickly removes the rest of his clothing while I push my body up toward the pillows, pulling the covers down as I go. Max climbs on top of me, covering my body completely with his, and places all his weight on his forearms.

“Max,” I sigh breathlessly.

He kisses down my neck, his tongue lightly tracing my collar bone. The moon shines brightly in through the window, bathing us in the only light in the room.

“Max, before we go much further, I want to make sure we’re on the same page. I’m not wanting a relationship. I just want to have fun. Are you good with that?”

Shock fills Max's face, but he quickly recovers.

“Isn't that supposed to be my line?” he quips.

“Yes,” I giggle. “But I want to put all my cards on the table, so to speak.”

He scans my body. “It’s a hell of a time to be discussing this while we’re both naked, don’t you think?”

“It is, but I don’t want to make things… harder.” I smirk as I slowly move my hand down his chest toward his hard cock “Than they need to be.”

He clears his throat. “Uh, yeah. For tonight, I’m completely on board with no complications. Besides, I don’t mind being friends with benefits.”

“Friends with benefits? Yeah, I can work with that.” I cup his balls.

Moaning, Max shifts back onto his knees, running his hands down my body. “I need to hear you scream again before you play with those. But if I have my way, you will be sucking on them before morning.”

He grabs my leg, pulling me under him. Then he slides down beside me, his hands roaming up my body. With his mouth and tongue, he caresses my breasts, licking and sucking my other nipple into a stiff peak, and playing my body like a well-tuned violin. I quiver under his touch. All I want to do is touch him back, but I remain still, allowing him to tease me into oblivion.

I moan with every kiss, touch, and lick Max delivers, until he finally slides his cock inside me to the hilt, filling me completely.