26: LET THE GAMES BEGIN

MAXIMILIAN'S POV

It had been 5 days, 19 hours, 26 minutes, and ... I paused, checking the time on my Rolex watch... 17 seconds since I'd spent that unforgettable night with Meredith Carver.

I couldn't fucking eat, sleep, or focus on my work. Every time I closed my eyes, images of her perfect body squirming beneath mine kept playing over and over in my head like reruns of my favourite movie. And let's be honest, Sharon Stone in Basic Instincts has nothing on Meredith.

She responded to my touch in a way no other woman has. The smell of her heated pussy made my mouth water. I told myself I'd never be able to look at a bottle of whipped cream or strawberries without thinking about her, without reflecting about how sweet she tasted.

Her presence etched itself in my thoughts like a tattoo. I'd need surgery to remove her.

I completed lunchtime without dashing to the bathroom at work for a private moment, yet as the hours dragged on, I ultimately gave in. I was positioned over the toilet wi