My chest inflates with anxiety, desire, nerves, and a million other emotions that I can’t put a name to because Max is looking at me like he’s seen me naked…because he has.
“Are you sure Everly won’t think it’s weird?” My eyes dart to the door as I hear voices outside.
“You can stay in her bed,” Max replies with a heated look in his eyes as he releases my chin. “After you stay in mine.”
The boyish wink he shoots me before casually walking outside to greet Claire at the door is literally panty-melting.
My panties…are gone.
“This feels weird,” Cassandra squeals from her spot on the sofa in my living room. She’s curled up under a blanket, her dark hair in a tiny bun, and she looks as good as ever in her loungewear as she does in her going out wear.
“Why weird?” I ask, walking over to refill her wineglass with more red. I set it down on the end table beside her, deliberately brushing my body along hers as I reach for my glass of whiskey.
“Because I’m in the Fletchpad,” she exclaims dramatically before taking a sip of her wine.
“Would you stop saying Fletchpad?” I laugh, flopping down next to her anxiously curled-up body. “It sounds like a fucking frat house. I prefer to block out my college years, thank you very much.”
Her cheeks flush as she stares hungrily at me. “If this was a frat house, I would totally let you do me on your loft.”
My brows lift with interest at that very pleasant mental image she’s just summoned. I drape my arm over the back of the sofa and tug on her ear. “You seem nervous.”
“I am,” she responds, her green eyes wide and wary. “Your daughter is right outside.”
She points toward the tiny house, and I look over my shoulder to see the reading lamp in the loft area glowing in the window. I got them settled for bed with a movie on Everly’s iPad an hour ago, and they both looked exhausted when I just checked on them. “I’m telling you…they’re seconds away from passing out.”
Cassandra shakes her head and takes a large drink of her wine. “But it feels like that’s Mom and Dad out there, and I’m in here making out with my boyfriend and could be caught at any moment.”
“Boyfriend?” I can’t help the smirk that lifts the side of my face. Why am I smirking at the boyfriend label?
She rolls her eyes and pokes me in the chest. “You know what I mean.”
I lick my lips and lean in close. “I might need a demonstration about the making-out part.”
“No freaking way!” She pushes me back with her foot in a really inelegant way that only Cassandra could make look cute. “I’m not letting your kid catch us being inappropriate on the couch. Everly and I do a lot of artful sitting here. We will not defile this sacred space with your wicked Zaddy ideas.”
My brows lift at that accusation. “First of all, you brought up the making-out thing, so that’s your wicked idea. Second of all, I have the security cameras all on, so as soon as they hit the pool deck, my phone will ping.”
She chews on her thumb nervously. “Are you sure?”
“Put that wine down and get the fuck over here, Cozy,” I demand. Apparently, all she needed was a command to finally get with the program.
She sets her wine down and leans over to kiss me. It’s not nearly enough, so I reach under her arms and pull her over to straddle my lap. My cock grows as her soft breasts press against my chest. She thrusts her hips over my groin, and I growl into her lips.
“Fuck, I love your body,” I grunt, grabbing her ass harshly in my hands and thrusting upward.
“You do?” she gasps as she grinds over my lap.
“Fuck yes.” I reach up and unzip her hoodie, revealing her sports bra-covered breasts smashed together like art. “And if it wasn’t totally fucking weird, I would pepper your tits with hickeys right now.”
“Please don’t.” She sighs, combing her fingers through my hair and gripping it to yank my face back. “I have to wear swimsuits around your kid.”
“Lucky kid.” I smirk before leaning in to slide my tongue up her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent. “Fine, no more hickeys.”
My hand glides up her chest to her neck as I hold her in place to kiss her lips. I’ve learned quickly what she likes about this. It’s the moment of control, that moment when she gasps out the release of power and gives it to me to control her.
It’s fucking hot.
It’s too hot.