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  Maxwell

  “I had a great day today,” I tell her. Honestly, it was the best day.

  She smiles sleepily at me. “It was the best.” She covers her mouth, fighting a yawn. “But it was a long one. I can’t wait to get home and take a shower.”

  My hands tighten on the steering wheel at the mere mention of her in the shower. I’ve already been picturing her wet pussy all day. The thought of her whole body wet has me swerving on the road.

  “Everything okay?” she asks me.

  “Yep, everything is okay.” I don’t look over at her. I stare straight ahead at the road. “So do you have plans for the weekend?”

  “Ugh, yeah, my sister’s getting married.” She starts to laugh. “That didn’t sound good, did it? I mean, I’m happy for my sister. But I’m not looking forward to seeing my parents or John and his parents. I’m sure it’s going to come to a head this weekend.”

  “Do you have a date?” I ask her. Usually, I avoid weddings like the plague, but the thought of her going by herself and dealing with it all alone has me second-guessing my stance on the issue.

  “No, well, John says he’s picking me up. He keeps texting me. But I plan to be gone before he gets here, so no, I don’t have a date.” She talks all around it and I can tell she’s worried about it.

  “Let me take you.”

  She jerks around in her seat. “You! Want to take me to a wedding? The man that last night said he doesn’t want a relationship, wants to go to a wedding – with me? I figured you’d be willing to do anything to avoid that.”

  I chuckle. She has me pegged, that’s for sure. “What about the rehearsal dinner? I assume you’re going to that?”

  “Oh, well, the groom’s family can’t make it in until the day of the wedding. You know, getting married right around the holidays is pretty hectic, and it was sort of planned last minute.”

  She doesn’t go into detail, making me wonder exactly what I’m going to be getting myself into. But even knowing that, I still want to do it.

  “So what do you say? Will you let me take you to the wedding? I would feel better being there, especially since it sounds like you will be facing your parents AND your ex. I can act as a buffer.” I can’t believe I’m pushing this, but the more I think about it, the more I want to go.

  From the corner of my eye, I see her shrug her shoulders. I pull into her driveway and park. We both get out of the car and start walking to the front of her house. She looks up at me and with a small smile, she admits, “I would love for you to go with me, but I have to warn you. My parents will freak out. They are not going to be happy I’m not with John.”

  I want to disagree with her. I think her parents will be fine that she’s there with me after they find out who I am. I still don’t think Eve has any idea. One of the things I like about her is there’s no manipulation with her. She doesn’t care how much money I have or what I can do for her. She barely let me pay for her lunch today. She wanted to buy for the both of us, and after seeing how important it was to her, I let her.

  The only issue I can see with her parents is the fact that I’m so much older than her. But, again, I’m not worried about it. She’s a grown woman.

  “I think I can handle your parents.” And John, I think to myself. I follow her into her condo and she sits down on the couch and removes her socks and shoes. She digs her pretty pink toes into the plush carpet and I can’t take my eyes off them.

  My gaze slides up her body until it rests on her face. I shift my hips in the seat. “I could probably use a shower too.”

  Her gazes heats up, and she nods agreeably. “Do you want to shower here?”

  I slide onto the coffee table in front of her, caging her legs in. “Are you going to let me shower with you?”

  Her pretty nose scrunches up. “I’ve never showered with someone before. I don’t know how I’ll do naked, with all of this.” She points to her waistline.

  I stand up and pull her up with me. I cup her cheek with my hand. “Do you trust me?”

  She instantly nods her head.

  “Where’s your bathroom?”

  She presses her cheek into my hand. “It’s off from my bedroom. The first door on the right.”

  I grip her waist and pick her up, striding with her down the hallway. She laughs and tucks her chin against my neck. I don’t stop until I walk through her bedroom and then I stand her up on the bathroom floor. I pull her T-shirt over her head and stand back and look at her.

  6

  Eve

  I start to cover my body with my arms, but he stops me. Yes, I’ve done this before. But it’s always been under the covers and in the dark.

  “Baby, I want to see you. All of you. There’s nothing about you that will make me not want you.” He steps toward me and even though he’s not touching me, it feels like he is. Goose bumps raise on my arms, and I shiver.

  He must think I’m cold because he walks to the shower and turns on the hot spray. While he’s turned around, I get the nerve up and finish undressing. I’m going all in and not holding back.

  When he turns back to me, his gaze travels down my body and I see his hard dick twitch in his pants. My lips lift in a small smile, but then he pulls his clothes off and my mouth drops. He’s stunning. He’s perfection. His abs, his big strong shoulders, the corded muscles of his forearms, everything is picture perfect, bringing my insecurities back again.

  “You’re perfect,” I tell him, my voice laced with lust.

  “You’re perfect,” he responds and takes a step toward me until the hard peaks of my nipples are pressed against the hardness of his chest.

  My knees almost buckle.

  He walks to the side of me and his hard cock caresses my thigh and the cheek of my ass as he stands behind me, helping me into the shower. Standing under the spray, I watch him as he grabs the soap and squirts some on his hands. He rubs them together and then strokes each one down my shoulders, across my sensitive breasts, down my soft tummy and then, bending down, he strokes my thighs and legs. He kisses the apex of my mound and my hips jerk back at the electric touch of his mouth.

  He works his way back up my body and does it all again. I’m on fire and feel like I’m going to explode any minute. It’s too much; the way he’s making my body feel is just too much. He kisses my hard peaks, rolling them with his tongue. My hands on his shoulders, I feel his muscles bunch under my caress.

  “My turn,” I tell him and pick up the soap. Squirting it on my hands, I run them across his chest and down his stomach. I avoid his hard cock, which is pointing straight at me, and run my hands down his lean thighs and legs. Squatting on the floor of the shower, I then run my hands back up his inner thighs. His cock is hard and angry looking. I cup his balls, open my mouth, and take him in.

  He sucks in his breath and his hands go to my shoulders. I stroke my tongue up and down his length, wanting to taste him like he did me last night. Determined, I kiss his tip before opening my mouth again and taking him in until he’s hitting the back of my throat. I gag on him, moving back a little and then deep throating him again. Over and over I do this until his hips are gyrating uncontrollably and he’s fucking my mouth. One of his hands is still on my shoulder, and the other is wrapped around the back of my neck, gripping my hair and holding me against him while I suck him down.

  His moans echo off the tile walls, and I’m dripping wet, knowing that I’m the reason that he’s about to come.

  The intensity continues until his hips lurch back and he tells me, “I’m going to come.”

  My hands go to his ass to hold him to me and I moan, wanting him to know that I want it… I want to taste him.

  “Oh fuck!” he hollers with a guttural groan as he fills my mouth with hot ropes of cum. It slides down my throat and I still don’t let him go. Not until I have it all.

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  Maxwell

  She took all of me. Everything I offered her, she wanted. She’s looking up at
me with her wide, innocent eyes with her lips still wrapped around my dick and I swear I could come again already. My dick twitches in her mouth and she looks surprised.

  I pull her up into my arms. Turning off the spray of the shower, I step out, dripping on the floor, and find two towels. I dry her off, taking my time to run the soft towel over her body. I take her into her room, laying her down on the bed. When she’s laid out before me, I run my hand between her breasts, down her stomach and then between her legs. I slide my fingers through her slit and she’s already drenched, ready and waiting for me. I stroke her three times and her hips come off the bed each time to meet me.

  “I want you, Eve. I want to be buried so deep inside of you that you don’t think of another man ever again.”

  Surprise lights up her face, but she doesn’t question it. She only nods her head. “I want that too.”

  I lean over her and swipe my tongue through her channel. I flick across her sensitive clit and she about comes undone right then. I climb up her body, kissing along the way. “I want the taste of you on my tongue when I have you,” I tell her.

  My cock is at her center and I’m doing everything I can to stop myself from thrusting inside of her. “Eve, I want to be in you bare, but if you don’t want that, you need to tell me now.”

  “Yes, God yes,” she tells me as she bucks her hips and slides my cock along her swollen core. I slide my dick along her wet heat. “I’m clean and I’m on the pill.”

  “I’m clean, and no matter what happens, I’m here for you,” I tell her, because right now, I’m thinking I would be okay, fuck that, I would be fuckin’ thrilled if I got her pregnant. My cock leaks precum on her at the mere thought of it.

  I line up at her core and slowly work myself in. She opens her legs wider, which is all the encouragement I need. I thrust into her, sliding her up the bed with my powerful thrust.

  When I’m buried in her, hitting her womb and her tight pussy is clinched on to me, I have the inclination to tell her right then that I changed my mind. That I do want a relationship with her. I want anything she’s willing to give me.

  It takes all I have, but I pull out of her.

  “No, no, why did you stop?” she begs.

  I pick her up from the bed and carry her to the end. I sit down with my feet touching the floor and have her straddle me with her knees on the bed. “Because I want to hold you while I make love to you.”

  She positions herself and slides down my cock. Her gaze is on me the whole time and I know she didn’t miss me saying the word “love.” But that’s exactly what it is; I’m going to make love to her.

  She raises her body up and then slams it back down on me. She moves her hips around one way and then another. She’s trying to find what feels best, and honestly, every fucking bit of it feels good to me.

  I grip her hips and help her slide up and down my pole. I capture her mouth with mine and it’s then, with my lips on hers, that it gets intense. I put all I have into that kiss, wanting her to know exactly what I’m feeling.

  She breaks the kiss off and leans her head against mine. Our breath is mingled and the only sounds in the room are the sounds of our bodies slapping together in perfect harmony. I pull back from her because I know she’s about to come. Her heat and the grip she has on my dick is letting me know. I stare into her eyes, wanting her to see exactly what I’m feeling. Pure ecstasy is on her face, and with every thrust we make, we never look away.

  When her body tightens and her movements slow, I pound up into her, pushing us both off the cliff into oblivion. I grunt and she screams, our orgasms beginning and ending with each other.

  When I’ve filled her full of my cum, I pick her up and lay her on the bed, still inside of her.

  I lean over her and kiss her one more time before pulling out of her and cleaning us both up.

  When I lie down again, I pull her under the covers and wrap myself around her. My hand strokes her lower belly, back and forth. She doesn’t realize it, but I’m thinking of our baby being there. What has this woman done to me? This time last week I would have bet a million dollars I would never marry again. And now I’m ready to walk down the aisle tomorrow.

  7

  Eve

  I wake up exhausted. Maxwell and I were up most of the night talking. I wasn’t sure what would happen after we had sex, and thought he would leave, but he didn’t. As a matter of fact, he stayed most of the day until he had to run home and grab his suit for the wedding.

  The only low point of the morning was that John kept calling me. I finally turned my phone to silent. Maxwell picks me up right on time and we get to the wedding in plenty of time before the ceremony starts. Which was my plan. I figured my parents can have their fit and then hopefully they will be over it by the time the ceremony starts. I talked to my sister, Andrea, last night and she seemed a little preoccupied. I asked her about it, but she said it was just wedding day jitters.

  She also told me that Prestige Marketing has still not updated the contract. It’s with a nervous stomach that I walk into the church and say a little prayer that my parents won’t cause a scene. Not today. Andrea will never forgive me.

  “There you are” I hear before I turn around. Here comes my mother and father and they are not even looking at me; they are eyeing Maxwell.

  My dad holds his hand out. “Maxwell… Maxwell Jones. I didn’t know you knew Andrea.” He pumps Maxwell’s hand up and down excitedly. “Honey, this is Maxwell Jones with Jones PR, the number one PR company in all of LA,” he tells my mother.

  “Ohhh!” Her eyebrows raise and she shakes his hand as well.

  I look over at Maxwell questioningly. He winks at me and then turns back to my parents. “Actually, I haven’t met Andrea yet. I’m here with Eve. I’m her date.”

  “You’re dating Maxwell Jones and you didn’t tell me?” my mom accuses me.

  “No!” I answer at the same time Maxwell says, “Yes.”

  I look over at him and he smiles widely. “Well, it’s new, but we’re more friends, Mom. But anyway, while you’re in a good mood, I figure I should tell you that I broke it off with John.”

  “Oh honey, it’s about time. He wasn’t good for you,” she tells me and then smiles at Maxwell. My mouth falls open in shock. There’s no way she has felt that way. Just two weeks ago she was pushing us to get married.

  “I couldn’t agree with you more, Mrs…”

  “Oh, no, we can’t have that. Call me Janice.”

  “Janice,” he finishes.

  Mom turns to me then and lets out a sigh. “So I guess that’s why Prestige hasn’t renewed the contract.”

  My dad jumps in and starts nodding his head vigorously. “Yep, it looks like we are going to need a new PR firm,” he says coyly, looking over at Maxwell.

  Maxwell only smiles at them. “If Eve wants me to sign with you, I’m sure we can reach an agreement that will satisfy us both.” He pulls out a business card and hands it to my dad. “Let’s get together for lunch next week.” He turns to me. “You’ll still be on break, won’t you?”

  “Oh, she doesn’t have anything to do with the business…” my dad starts.

  “And that’s fine, but I would still like her input before I make a decision. She will make the final call for me.”

  My dad shakes his head greedily, thinking that I will go completely in his favor. Still, after all these years, the man doesn’t know me. Not like Maxwell does after only a few days. I can tell by the look in his eyes that he knows he can trust me with this. And this is his way of helping me make decisions and coming into my own. Damn, I can feel my heart opening up even more for him.

  The guests all file in and everyone starts taking their places. Maxwell and I finally escape my parents and go toward the front pew to take our seats. “Aren’t you a bridesmaid or something?”

  “Uh, no. This wedding, well, it’s a little different than normal. Andrea says she’s okay with it, but she didn’t want all the traditional stuff. I think
honestly she just wants to get it over with,” I tell him.

  When he looks at me questioningly, I change the subject. “You knew that would

  happen, didn’t you?” I ask him.

  He smiles at me before taking my hand and holding it in his lap. “I thought it might, but I wasn’t sure. Honestly, I was more worried about them being upset about my age than anything.”

  “Oh, you didn’t have to worry about that. All they see is dollar signs when they look at you.”

  He looks at me like he’s trying to figure me out. “You don’t, do you? You just see me.”

  “I’ve never cared about money. If I like you, I like you. None of that material stuff matters to me.”

  He traces his thumb up and down my hand and then brings it to his lips. “So do you like me?”

  I stop for a minute and look at our joined hands. I’m caught up in the moment and I already realize I’m in way over my head. My promise to myself to not get into another relationship is already shoved to the side. If he wanted me, I would choose him.

  “You mean as a friend? Because that’s what you want, right? To be my friend?” I mutter just as the music starts.

  We all stand and watch as my beautiful sister walks down the aisle. Maxwell holds on to my hand. The groom is waiting for her and he too looks like he is really nervous, but at least he looks happy. It all makes me wish that things were different. I know they are settling for this marriage; it’s no great love match; at least I don’t think so.

  The preacher performs the ceremony and the longer I sit there the more uncomfortable I get. When he gets to the part where he asks if anyone knows any reason that these two should not be married, I tighten my grip on Maxwell’s hand and hold my breath, wondering if someone is going to stand up.

  Finally, when the preacher is about to start again, I hear a small voice say, “Me. I do.”