"I can read aloud to you later if you want," I offer with a wink.
"Like a kinky bedtime story?" He looks interested.
I nod, my hair sliding against the leather beneath me.
"Okay, deal," he agrees half a second before he slams into me again. I grunt as the air is knocked out of me and then brace my hands over my head against the arm of the sofa as he moves.
"Max," I cry and arch my back. It's too good. And when he pinches my nipples again I climax, my muscles contracting around him like a vise. Above me his shoulders jerk as he comes and he licks his lip as his mouth opens on a pant. It's sexy as hell and I pulse around his cock again, an aftershock to my orgasm.
If it's possible to glow from sex, I'd swear I’m glowing. It's probably just sweat but I'm going to enjoy my moment.
He pulls out and then flips us so I'm lying on top of him, both of our chests heaving. I close my eyes for a moment and lay my head down while he runs his fingers through my hair.
"Max?"
"Hm?"
"I need to get up."
"In a minute."
"I'm dripping on your thigh though."
"I know," he agrees and slides his other hand down my back and cups my ass, holding me to him.
"You're going to have a stain on your couch."
"God, I hope so. I'll think of you every time I jerk myself off while looking at it."
"How sweet," I reply, propping my chin on my hand to look at him.
"Question," he states by way of asking.
"What?" I examine him from beneath my lashes, wondering what he wants to know.
"Now can I buy you dinner? I'm starving."
"Yes," I laugh, pushing myself to a sitting position and finally looking around. Exposed brick and industrial ductwork. Huge kitchen with, yes, a large marble-covered island that my ass was on. Stainless appliances and open shelving and… stairs? "You have a second floor?" I question.
"Yeah, but don't go up there."
"Why not?" I ask and the skepticism must be written all over my face because he laughs.
"God, you're easy. I'm kidding. My bedroom is up there. Go clean up and find something to wear. I'll order dinner."
"You're just going to send me to your bedroom unaccompanied?"
"Yup. Go ahead and snoop, Snooper McSnooperton."
"Snooper McSnooperton?"
"Do you prefer Curious Kitty? Nosey Night Owl?”
"I'll take Nosey Night Owl."
"Deal."
"I'm just not used to so much transparency," I add.
"You've got trust issues or something?"
"No. More like issues with my judgment."
"Because you hang out with jackasses?"
"Yeah something like that."
He gets up and pulls on his pants as he walks to the kitchen. Opening a drawer, he holds up a menu and asks if Chinese is okay.
"Ohhh!" I clap my hands together in excitement. "We're ordering Chinese?"
He walks back over, handing me his shirt and the menu, then jogs down the stairs to retrieve everything I abandoned on the way up. "What do you want?" he asks, thumbing through his phone, his thumb poised over the dial.
"I can't decide." I tap my finger against my lip. This is exciting for me. Like for real exciting. Big deal exciting. My stomach grumbles.
"Between?" He hits dial and raises the phone to his ear.
"The Mongolian beef or the sesame chicken," I muse. "Or maybe the lo mein. Do they have good egg rolls?" I squeak as he begins speaking into the receiver. "Hold on, hold on, I'll decide!" I tell him but he waves me off and orders everything I just mentioned, plus a chicken with broccoli.
Obviously, I'm in love with him.
Just kidding, I'm not quite that easy.
I run upstairs and clean myself up while we wait for the food, but I keep his shirt on because I like it. Also because I couldn't find anything better to wear when I snooped. I considered one of his t-shirts, but they were clean and the shirt I'm wearing smells like Max. He's got a lot of nice clothing though. Suits and silk ties. This apartment. He's clearly not in entry-level marketing.
The doorbell rings, so I abandon my snooping and head back downstairs. I arrive to Max spreading our feast out on the island.
"Tell me you cleaned that countertop," I quip as I snag an egg roll. "Holy crap, I'm going to eat everything," I mumble with my mouth full. "So good," I add and take a seat on a bar stool. "Thank you for dinner. All the dinners, since you ordered three of them for me."
"You're welcome, but I did it for myself."
"How so?" I ask, dragging the containers of food closer to me and eyeing him.
"I need you to keep your energy up. For the sex marathon."