Chapter Twenty-One
Harlow
When we were in the heat of it and Max told me to do something, I simply did it. Flicking the buttons free, I kicked my boots off as I shimmied my jeans down and tossed them aside. Before I had a chance to even look at him, he was lifting me again and dragging his fingers over the wet silk between my thighs as he settled my hips back on the counter.
“We don’t have much time,” he murmured against my lips, his voice thrillingly low. I was a mess of need, panting and gasping, with my pulse running wild. “So I’m going to make you come, and you’re gonna wish I had my c**k buried inside of you. Then, you’ll think about it for a few hours. By the time we come home later, maybe, just maybe, you’ll want me as much as I want you.”
Oh. My. God. When Max talked dirty, I g
