“I’m quite capable of doing that myself,” he griped.
“I’m aware you can dress yourself. I’ll just get you the clothes.”
He huffed, and I shook my head. “Stop being stubborn, Maxx. Let me help.”
“I’m not used to anyone looking after me,” he admitted in a low voice.
“Well, you have me now. So, stop arguing.”
He met my eyes, his gaze intense and searching. He reached out and stroked my cheek, his fingertips rough, yet so gentle on my skin. “I guess I do. For now,” he added quietly. “Okay, Red. Get me some clothes. A shower would feel good.”
Fifteen minutes later he emerged, his hair damp, and a frown on his face as he plucked at the gray T-shirt I had left him.
“What, exactly, is this?”
“I ordered those last week. They arrived while you were in the shower. You get to wear the first one!”
He stared at me, then looked down. It was a simple cotton T-shirt with the new logo on it, large and vivid.
“I hadn’t approved the logo last week. I still haven’t,” he rumbled.
“I only ordered a few. Besides, I knew you’d like it. It looks good on you.”
He filled out the extra-large perfectly. It clung to his chest and arms, the gray looking nice against his tanned skin. The rounded neckline wasn’t too high, so it was comfortable.
He grunted, obviously not too pleased.
“I’m wearing one too—look!”
I stood, and Maxx’s face went lax. “What the hell are you wearing?”
I looked down, confused, then realized what he was staring at. “Oh. My, ah, jeans were hot. I changed.”
His face was like thunder.
“You said no yoga pants. This is all I’ve got left.”
“A miniskirt?” he asked through tight lips. “You’re wearing a miniskirt?”
“No,” I explained slowly, noticing how his eyes were darkening more than usual and his voice becoming deeper. Richer. “It’s a skort.”
“A what?”
I twirled around, showing him. “A skort. Shorts, with a skirt over top. Perfectly acceptable.”
“To whom?” he snarled.
“To everyone?” I offered, although my reply sounded more like a question.
He shook his head. “Not to me, Red. Not to me.”
MAXX
She stood in front of me, sex incarnate, wearing a T-shirt emblazoned with my new logo, a miniskirt/skort thing, with a ponytail. French braid. What the hell ever. And sparkly sneakers.
A wet dream, looking confused and still so sexy, my cock, which had been semi-hard all morning, roared to life.
“You have no idea what you look like, do you, Red?”
“Ridiculous?” she questioned.
“No.” I shook my head slowly. “Like you need to be down on your knees in front of me right now. Sucking me off while I pull that braid and ride your sexy fucking mouth.”
Her cheeks flushed, and she licked her lips.
Licked her plump, full lips because I told her I wanted her mouth on me. I glanced at the clock. “We have fifteen minutes, Red. You up for the challenge?”
She tilted her head, her gaze sweeping down my torso, landing on my groin. My erection was obvious, straining at the zipper.
“Lose the shirt,” she rumbled. “I want to see your muscles as I suck you.” Then she grabbed the cushion off her chair and dropped it onto the floor in front of me. “And Maxx,” she purred. “I only need seven.”
I lasted six.
She had my jeans around my knees before I could ask. She took my cock in her hand, stroking it as she ran her other hand over my abdomen.
“You are so sexy,” she murmured, then licked along my shaft and cupped my balls. She teased the crown, lapping and swirling her tongue along the head as she twisted her hand, pumping me. I dropped my head back with a long hiss of enjoyment as she sucked me deep in her mouth, doing things with her tongue that should be illegal. She lifted my hand to her head, staring up at me, her eyes bright and mischievous under the lights. She wanted this as much as I did. I had never been this free with a woman, asking, demanding my desires. Never had a woman be on the same wavelength or be as giving as Red. She was amazing.
I gripped her head, guiding her gently. She growled low in her throat, the sensation running down my cock right to the base. I tightened my grip, stroking harder. She hummed, sliding her hands up my thighs, gliding over my pelvis and abdomen. I groaned as she took me deeper, swallowing around my length. The feel of her mouth, of her tongue, was intense, and I grunted.
“You look so good with my cock in your mouth, Red. So fucking sexy,” I praised her, touching her cheek. She cupped my balls, then gripped my ass, beginning to move faster. Stroke harder. Take me deeper. All the while looking up at me, her eyes wide and filled with lust. I leaned back, my legs beginning to shake. I grabbed the counter and held her head, muttering and cursing, our eyes locked on each other.