.”
“Yes, no, I don’t know. I’m not denying our attraction, but it’s so intense so quickly.”
“I’ve told you, even before we made love, you are mine. Our level of intimacy is important, but not because of the physical attraction. It’s because of the emotional attraction as well. Please stop worrying about the time we’ve been together and instead embrace the depth. I can guarantee you, my feelings aren’t changing.”
“You’re too good to me.”
“And it’ll only get better. You’ll never doubt how I feel for you.”
Her eyes shine and a smile spreads across her face. Her palm trails down my torso until she reaches my dick, which grows hard at her touch. She pushes me onto my back, straddles my lap, and positions me to slide easily into her. The look on her face tells me she finally understands.
Why am I so nervous? This is supposed to be a good surprise. It’s only a few changes and if he’s not happy, we can re-arrange. My phone dings with a text signaling my plan in place.
Max: Babe, just got a call from doorman at my place reporting a problem. Stopping by there before I get to your house. Why aren’t you answering your phone?
Me: Sorry, honey! I was trying on clothes, didn’t hear phone. Be careful!
Laci snickers behind me, reading over my shoulder. “You’re a terrible liar, even through technology.”
“Shut up. I’m already nervous enough. This could go either way.”
“He’s going to love it. He’s so fucking gone for you, he’s probably going to be furious that you—”
“Stop! Now is not the time to make me more nervous. He’ll have to get over it.”
Her smile tells me what I already know. Max will probably flip his shit when he learns what I did.
“He’s on his way,” I tell the room full of people.
I concocted this elaborate plan to get away from Max today in order to finally set up his place. I removed any reminder of Erica and completely redid his guest room as well as re-arranging his living room and kitchen. I had to enlist the help of his brothers, Matt and Mason, my friend Ryan, as well as Chris. Laci, Sara, and I took on the actual decorating while the guys painted, moved furniture, and hung pictures.
At first, Max was pissed that I was leaving him for the whole day but relented when I promised it would result in new lingerie for his viewing pleasure. He’s called several times throughout the day, no doubt bored. But I was too busy to answer and too tired to try and lie anymore.
The guys get a beer and sit back in the living room, while I set out the appetizers. The sound of the key in the lock sends my heart racing. As soon as he walks through, his expression changes. Confusion spreads across his face and he stops in the foyer.
“Hey, man! Welcome home!” Chris raises his beer in the air and the other guys mimic him.
“What the hell?”
“Surprise!” I yell, walking around the counter to get to him.
His arms jet to my waist and he pulls me flush against him. “What did you do?”
“Just a few little things. Come on let me show you.” I smile up at him, trying to step back, but he holds tighter.
“You’ve been gone from me all day, lied to me about your whereabouts, and kept a secret, tell me why I shouldn’t take you over my knee right now.” His tone is serious but his eyes playful.
Heat creeps up my cheeks, hoping no one heard him. No such luck.
“Please, please don’t do that right now. I’ll never recover,” Laci replies snidely. “And Sara may need therapy.”
Max’s head snaps up and he grins. “Mom.”
She hurries over and throws her arms around both of us. He kisses her cheek but doesn’t let me go.
“Maxwell, you have no idea how happy I am this day finally came. Don’t give Stella a hard time.”
“Yeah, man, this day should be written in history. Matt and I missed the Georgia game to help.” Mason joins us, with everyone in tow.