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What is that?”
    Janie smiled and mindlessly answered. “A lotion Lyla and I found years ago.” She could barely think coherent thoughts, let alone form full sentences. “Lyla knows I love it, so she makes sure that I never run out. I don’t even know where it’s sold…Oh God, Max, please keep doing that,” she pleaded as he licked and nibbled her neck.
    “Bedroom, babe. Now.”
    Janie giggled at Max’s strained tone and pleading look. Weaving her fingers through his, she led him down the hall into her bedroom.
    Max turned on the light and looked at Janie.
    “Max, why the lights?” Janie asked self-consciously.
    “Because, Janie ,” he said using the same tone she had just used, “I have been waiting for months to finally have you alone. Now, I have you, in a room and there’s a bed...Fuck! I want to see every single inch of your beautiful body while I touch it, lick it, suck it, and fuck it…okay?”
    Once again speechless, she nodded her head with what she was sure was a dumbfounded expression on her face.
    “Words, Janie,” he said with a smirk.
    “Okay, Max,” Janie replied, her voice low and husky.
    He lifted her tank top over her head and stared at her creamy skin and lace-covered breasts. His cock lengthened more as it pressed against the zipper of his jeans. He continued kissing and licking his way down her neck as he unhooked her bra, watching as she shrugged the straps off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Her dusky-pink nipples were pointed and drawn tight as his tongue started to lave one nub, and his thumb and forefinger started to rub the other.
    Again Janie moaned, and this time she felt a small tremor zing through her body.
    Max smiled to himself. She was so responsive. How could any man not clue in to this treasure? As he sucked harder, he bit down gently to gage her response, thrilled when it was a sharp intake of breath followed by a slow and steady groan.
    Janie’s panties were already saturated, and he just kept making her hotter. She was going to die of embarrassment when he touched her there, but she would die of frustration if he didn’t. Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard Max. She laughed to herself.
    “Something funny, babe?” Max questioned from his place at her breast, a hint of humor in his own eyes.
    “No, I just can’t believe this is happening and…” Her voice trailed off.
    “Tell me what you were about to say, babe. I can’t make you feel good if you don’t tell me what’s working and what’s not.”
    Janie took a deep breath. She was a twenty-eight-year-old woman. She could have this discussion.
    “That’s just it, Max. Everything you’re doing is…working…and working very well.” She blushed, and Max whispered a low curse. “I have never been so turned on in my life. Never. I’m practically dripping, and I’m trying to figure out if I would be more tortured if you felt how wet I am from just some simple kissing and touching or if you were to get up and leave right now.” Her eyes avoided his face. She couldn’t stand to see what it might show, but the silence was deafening.
    Max couldn’t believe what he had just heard. This woman, the woman who was the star in every one of his shower sessions the past several months, the woman who made him crazy with need and desire, was standing in front of him, half dressed, declaring her embarrassment over being turned on by him?
    “Okay, Janie, listen up because this is the last heart-to-heart we are going to have tonight.” He grabbed her hand and placed it on top of his thick erection. “ This is what you do to me. This is what happens to me every time you walk into a fucking room.” Keeping her willing hand captive on his cock, he continued. “This is what happens when I think about you. This is what happens when you rub against me by mistake at Sunday dinner. You’re telling me that your pussy is wet because of me…” He let out a strangled lungful of air. “Honey,