It was a run-on sentence to be sure, but it got the job done. My libido was like… “Thank you, sir, may I have another?”
And what’s crazy is, he delivered!
“Make no mistake, you aren’t a convenience fuck, Cassandra. You are a dream fuck.”
Like seriously. Max Fletcher has game. I don’t care if he did it just to get in my pants. I will engrave those words on my tombstone when I die.
RIP
Cozy Barlow
Dead From a Good Dickin’
Max’s husky voice tears me out of my dick death musings when he says, “After my quick performance last night, I am putting in my formal request for a redo.”
“A redo?” I repeat, my brow furrowed as I stare forward at the shiplap walls. “I’m pretty sure I had two orgasms last night.”
He growls and nips my shoulder. “I can do better.”
“Such an overachiever.” I giggle and then frown when I feel the loss of his body heat as he shifts off the bed.
I roll onto my back to become besties with gravity again and tuck the sheet around my body as I savor the view of a bare ass Max walking around the bed. Seriously, zero dad bod situation happening here, and I need to mentally catalog every bit of this view to keep me warm on those cold winter nights.
His ass cheek flexes as he hunches over to pick his wallet up off the floor and dig out a condom.
“Do you just…have those condoms in there all the time?” I ask as he holds a foil packet in his fingers. He’s probably a guy who gets so many girls that he has to always be prepared.
“No,” he replies curtly.
My brow furrows. “So what…did you just put them in there before you knocked on my door last night? That’s kind of bold, isn’t it?”
His blue eyes pin me to the bed and darken. “I put them in there before I went to the bar. I had high expectations for my stalker mission.”
“Clearly.” I pull the sheet up over my mouth to hide my embarrassingly girlie smile.
He rejoins me on the bed and drapes the sheet over his waist, looking ridiculously hot. Like honestly, his dirty-blond hair is rumpled perfectly, his faint abs on full display. Even his dime-sized nipples are perfect.
Who has perfect nipples?
Mine are more salami-sized and only hot when they’re hard. Speaking of which…I stealthily slip my hand under the sheet and give my nipples a quick pinch to ensure they’re looking good for mixed company. My FUPA, ratty hair, and smeared makeup are a lost cause, but my nipples must triumph and carry the team.
Lifting my gaze from his pecs back to his face, I add, “I don’t know if I should be more concerned with your stalker tendencies or the fact that I like them.”
His eyes dance with mirth. “Is it stalking if you like it?”
I shrug and chew my lip thoughtfully, marveling over this whole situation. Which…what is this exactly? I mean, I know it’s casual. We discussed that last night before we got naked. But…is this it? One and done and we never speak of it again?
Honestly, I didn’t even expect him to spend the night. After he rocketed me off for my second orgasm, the only thing I had strength for was crawling under the covers and passing out. I think I assumed he’d sneak out early with one of those awkward…good game knuckle bumps. Yet here he is…looking like a real-life Ken doll in my tiny house. Well, his tiny house.
“What’s the plan here exactly?” I ask, hating to pop this bubble of sexiness but knowing that Everly will probably be home soon, and we need to get this sorted out.
“I thought it was obvious.” A sexy smirk spreads across Max’s face as he uses his teeth to rip open the condom.
Okay, now he’s just being obnoxious with the hotness. Like, honestly…I’m going to put a paper bag over his head if he keeps looking at me like that.
Jesus…did I just unlock another kink?
I shake that dirty thought out of my lust-filled brain. “Is this just a one-night stand with a late checkout?”
His amused smile is adorable. “Sure.” He bites his lip as his hands slip under the sheet with the condom.
God, why is he so casual? Where’s the CEO bossy single dad who looks insulted by my matching tie-dyed sets? Ugh, he probably does this all the time. I seriously need to be cooler than what I’m being.
“Cool, so on Monday, it’s back to business as usual…？” My voice trails off as my eyes watch the motions going on beneath the sheets.
“Sounds perfect.”
A faint snap of an effectively placed condom is like a starting gun and the bed dips as Max crawls over top of me, positioning himself between my legs.