It had been a while since Max and I had flirted like this or even had sex. And it had been a while since my face flushed with warmth.
Maybe I’ll let you watch me take it off myself.
I like the sound of that. Get some good rest. You won’t be getting much sleep tonight.
My stomach did a funny twist. Suddenly, I felt wet on my breasts. Darn Max, he made me wet in more places than one. Max’s text had aroused me. Before I could text him back, Becky’s named flashed.
“Hello, Becky.”
“Did you get a letter from Max this morning by any chance?” She sounded very hesitant to ask.
“Yes, I did.”
“Oh good. Then I didn’t spoil anything.”
“Don’t worry. You didn’t. I know we’re going out to dinner together. So, what does your note say?”
Becky laughed. “Those boys are too cute. Mine said, ‘Dear Mommy, Daddy wants to take you out to dinner with Uncle Max and Auntie Jenna. Grandma Ellen and Grandpa Robert will be coming over to take care of me at 5:30. Check inside your closet. Daddy wants you to wear something special. I know you will look beautiful in it. Have a great time and don’t worry about me. Love, Addison’.”
After we compared notes, we hung up as our laughter lingered. Walking up the stairs, I couldn’t wait to see what Max had in the closet for me. At first I couldn’t find it. Off to the side was a white box with a large red ribbon on it. How could I have missed it? But I was glancing inside a massive walk in closet anyway. After I untied it, I opened the box and pulled out a silky black dress. With spaghetti straps, the dress was simple, yet elegant.
As I admired the dress, I draped it on my body to take a look in the mirror. My body wasn’t back to its original weight yet, but I was fine with it. Instead of being insecure about it, I decided to be bold, and I would make sure Max wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off me. The sound of Connor’s cry got my attention; so did the weight of my full breasts.
“You look stunning, beautiful, and edible.” The way he said those words came out slow and seductive. Max was leaning against the wall, watching me slip into my black heels. He wore a dark silver suit, but it was the way he looked in it that had my heart pounding and made me feel aroused tingles. Max wore suits very well. It was hard not to stare, and it was hard to look away. We hadn’t even kissed and he was already making me want to rip off my panties for him.
“So do you,” I said, trying not to tip over as I finished the last strap of my heels. Max was making me nervous from the way his eyes were dark and greedy. “There. I’m ready now.” I casually moved one step at a time toward him, trying to look as seductive as I could.
“I can watch you do that all day, Mrs. Knight. I’m going to be thinking of you doing that during dinner.” Max’s hot breath brushed my neck. “I might not make it past dinner.”
“Max.” I ran my hand across his chest and another wave of want coursed through me. “Why wait for after dinner when you can have dessert first?”
Max growled at the same time as he gripped my ass. “Don’t tempt me, Jenna. I’m really considering taking your offer, but we’ll be late. I want to taste and savor every single space of your body.”
I moaned, feeling Max press his groin into me. I wanted him now. Cold air took his place when he stepped away. “Your parents are waiting downstairs. We should get going. I’m not going to be able to resist another touch from you.”
“When do you plan on coming back to work?” Matthew asked, taking a bite of his pasta. “Not that I’m rushing you. Or is my brother making you stay home?”
Max placed his glass down and raised a brow. “I’m not making Jenna do anything. She can speak her mind. Right, babe?”
I peered up, seeing both of them waiting for my answer. Lost in deep thought for a second, I was twirling my spaghetti noodles with a fork. Max and I had discussed this issue several times. Max wanted me to be a stay at home mom, but I had other plans. I reassured him that everything would be fine. My parents would watch Connor three days a week. We finally compromised on me working part time. Also, we agreed not to hire a nanny, but we would have a housekeeper instead. As for Becky, her job allowed her to work at home fulltime. That was the beauty of our schedule. We got the best of both worlds.
“Max doesn’t make me do anything, or else he knows he’ll be sleeping in one of the guest rooms,” I confidently said with a smirk.
Becky nudged Matthew with her elbow when he started chuckling. “Don’t laugh. I tell you that all the time.”