Chapter 17
The air left the room like a giant vacuum had been turned on. Max took it from her mouth. Sloan took it from . . . below. But she really didn’t need to worry. Her men would take good care of her.
Her men. She smiled at the thought. Maybe she couldn’t tell Max now, but he’d given her much more than he could understand. More than she could ever have asked for. As much as she belonged to him, they belonged to her.
And what would she do with them all?
She brought one hand up to trace the rough curve of Max’s jaw as he kissed her.
Whatever she wanted.
No. She corrected herself with a slanted curve to her lips. Whatever Max wants.
“Did you just move your hand?”
Shit.
She put her hand back where Sloan had told her to keep it. “No.”
“Liar.” Sloan laughed and arched up, leaving
