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Then I pull back, a small cynical laugh escapes. “Do you really think we could work together without driving each other crazy?”

“I’m already crazy, remember?” he snorts.

“Max, I’m serious⁠—”

“I am too.” His expression softens into something profoundly tender. “Just give it a chance, Cass. If you can’t hack the hacker, I’ll understand if you decide to leave Secure Sphere. Just...” He squeezes my hand, his voice dropping to a vulnerable rasp. “Just don’t ever leave me.”

I blink up at him. This man. Never in a million years would I have believed this when he hypnotized me with that powerful stare at the club all of those months ago. Reaching for his hand, I pull him down the hall behind me.

“Um, Cass.”

“Yes?”

“Where are we going?” His voice is playful with a heavy dose of optimism.

“I want dessert.”

“What?”

Once we cross the threshold into my bedroom, I turn to face him before dropping to my knees. Reaching up for his zipper, I carefully lower it and drag my tongue along my bottom lip.

“Holy shit. Is this for real?” Max reaches out to stroke my hair.

I nod, lowering his pants. “I’ve been waiting a long time, sir.”

He groans. “For what, Miss Truman?”

“To suck your cock.”

“Jesus.”

In all honesty, I’ve been shocked at how patient Max has been. He’s made it clear he wanted to prove himself worthy before pushing to make our relationship more intimate. But remembering how he made me feel, our one and only night together has played on a loop. And I never had the opportunity to give him this. I only hope I can live up to his expectations.

From this angle, I can see his hungry eyes staring down at me. I’m so turned on right now, I’d give him almost anything.

“Slide your panties off and lift your dress up for me, baby. Spread those beautiful legs. I need to see that sweet, wet pussy while your luscious pink lips are wrapped around my dick.”

Holy crow, this man and his dirty talk. If it wasn’t wet before, it is now.

I do as I’m told and glance up to see his pupils darken. His bright blue eyes are practically black. He pulls out his thick cock, and my mouth begins to water. He strokes it in front of me, the sight of his veiny length causing me to whimper. His long, hard cock hangs so close to my mouth, I instinctively lick the tip, causing him to release a string of curses.

“Open that pouty mouth,” he directs as he gives his swollen shaft another firm tug. Holy hell, this man is so freaking hot.

I reach up to stroke him, and he bats my hands away. “Link them behind your back and open your mouth.”

I do as he says, and look up at him obediently, knowing it gets him hot. “Yes, sir.” I dart my tongue out to taste him before opening my mouth wide.

Max pushes himself to the back of my throat and groans. His head drops back as he bucks his hips forward. The noises he’s making cause my lower belly to ache with need. I wriggle in place, needing to touch myself. I’m so wet.

He grabs my hair, holding my head tight in his hands as he glides his cock in and out of my mouth. His lusty sounds raining down upon me sound as if he’s starting to come undone.

He smiles down at me, reaching to stroke my cheek. “Stop wriggling, baby, I’m going to take care of you.” He pulls his hand back from my cheek, moving it to stroke my hair. “But first, I need you to suck my cock like a good girl.”

I groan, sliding my mouth down the length of him. Max lets out a grunt and thrusts himself deeper into my throat.

My legs tighten, my core relentlessly pulsating with need. With each pass down his hard cock, I try to breathe through my nose and take him further back into my throat.

He thrusts forward, causing my eyes to water. “That’s it, baby. Such a good girl.”