Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Maximus raised his eyebrows in surprise. “I hit the treadmill early, so I had to shower again. What’s up?”
My face turned hot. His eyes took in my blush, then briefly slid over my body. I still wore my silk nightgown, which probably didn’t hide my hardened nipples. My body felt foreign in its newfound lustfulness.
“I’m still fertile…so…” I trailed off when Maximus’s expression hardened. Talking about fertility always pushed his buttons. I wasn’t sure why it triggered him so much. After all, I’d made it clear from the start that I wanted sex to become pregnant—even if I had enjoyed last night tremendously.
“Now?” he asked, tossing the towel he’d used to dry his hair away. I followed its descent to the floor. Maximus was such a slob.
I nodded. “If that’s okay for you?”
“I told you, I’ll do whatever you need me to do.”
He lowered his arms to his sides and waited for me to say something. I wanted him to enjoy it too. I didn’t want him to do it only for me. That was a new development I hadn’t expected.
“Then I want us to do it now,” I said firmly.
Maximus glanced toward the window. The sheer curtains protected us from the outside, but they let in the sunlight. “I can close the drapes if you want darkness.”
I quickly shook my head. “No, it’s fine this way.”
Even if having Maximus’s eyes on me was new and embarrassed me, it also added to the excitement.
“In my bed?” Maximus motioned at his bed. It was unmade, not that it mattered. For what we had in mind, it didn’t need to be made.
I smiled, feeling unsure how to proceed. Did Maximus want me to act?
He took the decision from me and came toward me. He lightly touched my waist as he lowered his lips to mine. I immediately stepped up on my tiptoes to make it easier for him. His tongue sought entrance and I closed my eyes. Soon he deepened the kiss while his hands massaged my waist. I wanted them higher and lower. I wanted them everywhere. As if he could read my mind, or maybe my body, one of his hands moved down and under my nightgown. My panties were soaked and when he slid his fingers under them to stroke my heated flesh a new wave of wetness pooled out of me. “Sara.”
His low rumble of my name when he felt how aroused I was only made me more desperate for more. Maximus took my hand and led me toward his bed. I sat on the edge, waiting for him to join me but instead he knelt on the floor and pushed up my nightgown. “Lie back and lift your hips.”
I did both and when he pulled my panties down, my body was already brimming with joyful anticipation.
Like last night, Maximus took care of me first. And he didn’t rush things either. With his head buried between my legs, his lips, tongue and fingers made me forget everything around me. My body was sweaty, and the spot between my legs swollen and soppy from three orgasms before he got to his feet again. He dropped his towel, and my lips parted in surprise at the sight of his erection. My eyes moved up to the tattoos on his shoulders and chest, wondering why I had been so against tattoos before.
Apart from the inked “Nemesis” on his hand, the Famiglia tattoos were the only words on his body:
Born in Blood,
Sworn in Blood,
I enter alive
and I’ll leave dead.
They were written in cursive on his left pec and the head of a pitbull adorned his left bicep. The forest scene that sleeved his right arm, shoulder and pec was my favorite. Though they were all beautiful tattoos and made Maximus look magnificent. I couldn’t imagine him without them.
Realizing how long I’d stared, I quickly scooted up, and he climbed between my legs. He was still careful as he slid into me, but soon his motions became faster and harder.
Afterward, he didn’t immediately get up. He lay on his back beside me and stared up at the ceiling, his chest heaving.
I lowered my hips after a while, hoping this fertile window would give me what I wanted. I slanted Maximus a look. His expression was unreadable, but I was fairly sure it wasn’t happy.
“Would you mind if I came to your parents’ with you today? Maybe I can help in some way that doesn’t involve handling any dogs?”
Maximus turned his head to me, surprise taking over his face. His amber eyes were even more breathtaking when they weren’t swirling with darkness. “You sure? I thought you made plans with your family?” I’d never noticed it before, but when he said “your family,” his tone definitely changed. I knew his relationship with my family was as distant as mine with his. Again, it was my fault. Well, and Flavio wasn’t fond of Maximus because of what had happened and I’d never been brave enough to talk to him about it.