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I caught sight of Max's Aston Martini parked underneath the same tree it'd been the day before the minute I alighted from my cab. Tipping the driver generously due to how great of a company and extremely chatty he'd been, I slung my white duffel bag over my left shoulder and sauntered across, pulling the side door open. As soon as I slammed the door close, Max leaned in, capturing the side of my lips in a kiss and sucking on it aggressively. I placed a hand on his biceps and leaned back with an exhale.

“You look beautiful,” he holds my gaze, running his fingers through my hair. I nuzzled my face closer, craving the warmth of his hand. Electricity and an insanely high sexual tension lapped up around us.

I tilted my head, moaning as his lips attacked my neck next, trailing light, feathery kisses at first before they became urgent — more demanding. Dipping a hand into my dress, he cupped my left tit softly, the fullness filling his large hand. My nails dug into the leather headrest as