“They’re not going to stay here, are they?” she asked.
“No. God, no. They’ll stay at a hotel. But I know they’ll want to see where I live.”
“Okay, well, I can hide in my bedroom or something. Keep the door closed. You can tell them I’m working or something. They won’t want to see my room.”
Maybe she’d forgotten how nosey my parents were. “We’ll work it out.” I started to head back to my room. “Oh, and one other thing. I’m not telling them about Max. And they don’t know about me quitting the agency. So, if for some reason you do end up seeing them….you know, just go along with whatever I say.”
She laughed. “Damn, girl. You’re having to hide everything.”
“Story of my life.”
EIGHT
Max called me first thing Monday morning and told me he’d talked to the editor of the tabloid.
The editor had already heard from Liza Carrow, and said they were going to run a story clearing up their previous one.
“That sounds easy enough,” I said, “but didn’t you want to give him a bunch of shit for what they did?”
“I wanted to. Definitely. But it’s better this way. If I had come across like an ass to the guy, he might never take my calls again in the future when their next bullshit story runs. Which I don’t think it will, but you never know.”
I was silent for a moment.
“Of course,” he said, “next time I’d probably go over there and bust the place up with a baseball bat.”
“Then you’d end up on the front page.”
“Excellent point, once again,” he said. “What would I do without you?”
Late that afternoon, I got a call from Kevin. Of course I let it go to voicemail. When my phone chirped, I checked the message. I hated hearing his voice, but I listened anyway. Big mistake. I should have deleted it without giving it a single second’s worth of my attention.
“Olivia, I won’t bother you anymore after this. But let’s please discuss what happened. I’m really sorry. I need you. I mean, I need you here. Working.” Pause. “Think about it. Please?”
Pathetic. He was begging, and there was only one reason: he was afraid he would lose out on the Jacqueline Mathers deal.
I was feeling particularly spiteful that day, so I decided I would let myself feel no guilt for letting him wonder and worry.
On Thursday night, I told Max that Krystal said she wanted to take him up on the offer. We were at his house, spending time together before my parents would arrive the next day.
I was brushing my teeth in the master bath when Max put his arms around me from behind. “I’m going to miss you.”
“It’s only a few days,” I said, with my mouth full of toothpaste. Real sexy.
“So you’re not going to miss me?”
I rinsed out my mouth, and when I bent over Max lifted my shirt. I was wearing one of his t-shirts, and nothing else, ready for bed. He cupped my ass and gave it a squeeze.
With my mouth now free of toothpaste, I wiped my face with a towel. “Of course I’ll miss you.”
“A few days of not being inside you is going to kill me.”
I stood straight up, still facing the mirror, and saw that familiar intensity on Max’s face. He reached around to my front and took my breasts in his hands and caressed them beneath the t-shirt. My nipples puckered at his touch, and I pushed back to feel his erection. He was wearing only boxers and so far, they were still holding his cock back, although I thought I could feel the head as Max pressed against me.
He separated my legs and told me to stand on my tip-toes.
“I want to see your face in the mirror when I go inside you.”
We watched each other’s reactions as his cock pushed into me. Max kissed my neck as we kept our eyes trained on each other. We stood like that for a minute or so, just feeling each other—him feeling my tight warmth, me feeling his rigid length and thickness.
He turned me around and lifted me off the floor, kissing me, devouring my mouth. He carried me out of the bathroom and over to his bed, laying me down on my back. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him to push inside me.
I needed him. Needed him to make love to me….
I reached down between us and gripped the firm length of his cock. Smoothing my hands over the shaft, and then back up to the tip, I felt a droplet of liquid there. He was ready to go.
Max suddenly stood, pulling me to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Wordlessly, he removed his boxers, guided his cock toward my mouth, and I opened for him.
I tasted his precome as my mouth covered the plump crown.
“Damn, Olivia. You’re amazing.”
His words encouraged me. I looked up at him and met his gaze. Wow, that stare. That animalistic stare, laced with intense need. A look that I never, ever wanted to get used to. And to think I brought this out in him.
My mouth was filled with his thickness. My hand held him at the base as I took as much as I could of him between my lips, across my tongue. My other hand reached for his balls. I cupped them, this time more firmly than I had in the past, just as I’d seen him to do himself when he masturbated for me on the plane.
“God, Olivia, I love that….”
I kept my eyes trained up, watching the facial expressions created by what I was doing to him. I smiled around his cock.
“Take it deep,” he said, with a soft edge of command in his tone.
I worked my lips down the shaft as far as it would go and felt the head at the back of my throat. I couldn’t keep it there for very long, so I slid my mouth up the length. He was wet, so wet, ready to come….
He felt like he was getting bigger with each throb, and I thought he was about to flood my mouth. If he had, it would have been fine with me. But Max didn’t want to, just yet.
He pulled back and his cock left my mouth with a little wet pop and smack sound.
“Not yet, Liv.”
Liv. No one had ever called me that before. The sound of that word—the nickname Max had just created for me—sent a tingle through my nerves. He’d given me a name. One that he and he alone had used or would ever use.
Hearing “Liv” made me think of “love” and “live.” Thoughts of how I knew I loved him and was living for him flooded my mind and my heart, but I managed to keep from blurting it out.
I just wanted him inside me. Badly.
“I don’t want to come yet,” he said. “I want this to last, we’re going to come together.”