For three months Claire and I have kept our relationship a secret. I know I need to come clean to Jax. I’m sure he suspects something is going on. Everyone does. I hear the whispers at the office. There’s even a pool going on about how Jaxson will react when he finds out. It’s funny how they don’t think I know things.

The timing to tell him is never right and now with Brooke and Jenna opening up their foundation I don’t know when that time will come. I’ve enjoyed having Claire all to myself and not having to share our relationship with anyone else but I’m tired of not being able to kiss her whenever I want or hold her hand in public.

I’m tired of not having her in my bed at my apartment. Tired of sneaking off to the club to fuck my girlfriend.

This is it. I need to tell him today because I know I’m in love with Claire and I want to ask her to move in with me.

She doesn’t know that I love her, but I do. I’m so damn crazy over her I can’t sleep at night unless she’s in my arms. I want to wake up and see her sweet ass naked in my bed. I want to shower with her before I go to work and see her makeup cluttering up the counters in my bathroom.

There’s nothing better in this world than her smile, except maybe her coming on my cock or my face but still. I want her with me.

My phone pings with a text.

Claire: you still going with me to the big opening?

Maxwell: On my way down.

Claire: K

God, I hate when she responds with a single letter like that. It’s a waste of a damn message. Why bother to reply at all if that’s all she’s going to send? I sigh and shake my head. I swear she does it so I’ll take her over my knee and spank her pretty little ass. I must admit it does make me hard when I see her skin glowing with my fingerprints.

When I knock on her apartment door she answers wearing nothing but a towel.

Fuck me. The towel she has wrapped around her body doesn’t cover anything. Her perfect tits are popping out of the top and her ass cheeks are hanging out the back.

I steal a look in the direction of her brother’s door.

“Don’t worry. They left hours ago. No one is around but me.” She pulls me inside by my tie.

“We’re going to be late.”

“We have time.” She yanks on my belt and unzips my pants as the towel falls to the floor. I scoop her up in my arms and place her on the kitchen counter.

“Naughty girl.”

“Yeah, I am. You’re a bad influence.” She reaches out and strokes my cock that’s now hard in her palm.

I move between her legs and she wraps them around my waist as I bend down to take a nipple in my mouth. I suck until it hardens and then do the same thing to the other.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” The words I love you hang on the tip of my tongue, but I hold them back. I’m not sure if she’s ready to hear the three words that will change our relationship. I rub my cock up against her pussy. “Look how wet my little cunt is for me.” I slap the head on her clit, and her head flings back, her gaze angled up toward the ceiling.

We’ve been having fun, but I want more. I want her to be in my life permanently. Part of me is afraid I’m fast-forwarding the relationship. Trying to go from point A to point B too fast. I’m her first and only sexual partner, other than fucking around with Sandra, but she doesn’t count. I’m the only man to ever fuck her and I want to keep it that way. I just hope I’m enough for her. That what we share is enough.

She’s close to finishing her novel and has been in contact with an agent. She has to go talk to them. The agent is in New York. There’s a big publisher interested in her story. What if she gets a big book deal that takes her away from me? I would never tell her not to pursue her dreams, but I don’t want to lose her to that either. I won’t be the guy who stands in her way, but I do love her. I love her more than I thought could be possible.

I thrust inside her, feeling at home, like we are a perfect fit. As we make love on the kitchen counter I realize that if she goes, I’ll follow her.

It would kill me to leave the firm and Dallas behind, but I would for her. I’d do anything for her.