Chapter Twenty-Four
Madison
I thought about being with Max throughout the chief’s entire visit.
“I’m so glad we’re alone again,” I said as I moved my way closer toward Max. We were sitting on the sofa, and I couldn’t stop myself from wanting him. How had I managed to stay away from him for all these years? I must’ve known that just one kiss would’ve resulted in something like this. I had never wanted anyone more in my entire life.
“Same here. I swear, if the chief had stayed even just half an hour more, I would’ve just kissed you regardless,” he said. He reached out and stroked my arm, and I felt a shiver run up and down.
“Dammit, Max, if you don’t kiss me now, I’m going to go insane,” I said.
He smiled. “Is that so? I had no idea you wanted to kiss me so badly. I thought it was just me who wanted to be with you.”
I shook my head. “Trust me, Max. You thought wrong.”
Max put his hand behind my head and pulled me towards him. The moment our lips touched, I felt my body soften. Whoever said going for a massage was good for stress obviously hadn’t kissed Max before. Max was my new stress reliever, the one person that knew how to take it all away within seconds. I inched closer.
“You have too many clothes on,” he murmured into my neck, kissing it in between his words so that I felt his hot breath against me.
“That can be changed very quickly,” I said and pulled off my shirt. I reached behind my back and unclipped my bra and threw it dramatically across the room. He chuckled and told me that my skills were impressive.
I pushed him gently against the sofa and wrapped my leg around him so that he was locked in firmly in front of me. Then I moved up slightly so that my breasts were by his lips, and I held onto the back of the sofa as he sucked them. His hands were on my waist, and his lips were around my nipples, and my body ached for more. I got off and took the rest of my clothes off while he sat on the sofa watching me. I made sure to do it on the other side of the room so that I could walk up to him without any clothes on. I wanted to be his personal movie for the night. When I got back to him, I took off his shirt and pulled down his jeans, happy to see that he was already hard for me. I knelt down on the floor, fully prepared to receive more carpet burn, and took him into my mouth. This time it was my turn to make him come. He tried to stop me as he got close, but I told him to sit back and relax, and I was glad when he listened. I continued to suck, my mouth working its way up and down his shaft, and I felt happy when I felt him release. I’d never enjoyed doing that with other guys. In fact, it was something I used to feel bad about. So bad that I would often just pretend to like it so that I didn’t have to admit to the guy how much I hated it. But it was different with Max. I wanted to do it to him, and I liked that I was able to make him so happy. I wasn’t sure why it was so different with him, or what it meant, but I knew without a doubt that I would want to do it again.
“Holy shit, Madi. That was amazing. What are you doing to me?” he said when I made my way back to him. He pulled me up so that I was sitting on his lap again. I kissed him softly.
“I’m helping you to relax. Isn’t that what the doctor said you need to do?”
He chuckled. “Well, if the doctor told you to do that, then who am I to complain? Now, I remember the chief saying something about you needing to relax too,” he said and grinned at me. He reached down so that his fingers were in between my legs. I moaned ever so slightly at his touch.
“No, tonight was about you. I wanted to make you happy.”
“Oh, and you did. You made me very, very happy,” he said. He didn’t pull his fingers away. Instead, he pushed them inside me, and worked them deeper.
I cried out. “No, you don’t have to,” I said. “I just wanted to do that for you,” I said, but I didn’t pull away. Max smiled at me, moving his fingers inside me. “Oh hell, Max, that’s so good.”
I sat on top of him while he moved his fingers inside me, going deeper and deeper until I could no longer stop myself from coming. I leaned in to kiss him, and almost bit his lip as my body shuddered over and over again. When it was over, I fell back into him, my body no longer tense. I liked that I was still sitting on his lap and that neither one of us wanted to let go.
“And here we have two very relaxed humans,” Max said in his best David Attenborough voice. “This is what happens when they listen to the orders of their boss and their doctor.”
I chuckled. “What can I say? We’re very good at taking orders.”
“Well, only some.”
“Only some,” I agreed.
I climbed off him and grabbed a blanket to wrap around us. We switched the TV on and settled in to watch a movie. Every now and again, Max’s hand would reach for mine, or he’d bend over and kiss me on the cheek. They were small gestures that meant the world to me. The movie was a romantic oldie, and even though I hadn’t seen it, I knew exactly how it was going to end. It was predictable in all the best ways.
But it made me think about my own story with Max. Was it a love story? Was it predictable? We’d gone from partners to sleeping with each other very quickly, but neither one of us had yet spoken about what it meant to us. I thought about asking him every day, but I was too nervous to find out his answers. Max was starting to remember more and more about his life, and the night of the shooting was becoming clearer to him. I was almost certain that Max would remember how he had felt about me before the incident—as his partner whom he saw nothing more as than a good friend. The thought filled me with more dread than I cared to admit. Knowing how hurt I would be would mean admitting to the fact that I was clearly falling for him. Every night, I went to bed and wondered if he’d wake up regretting his decision to sleep with me.