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I sat down on the mattress and reclined on the cushions, stretching out my body for him.

His throat bobbed.

“Can I join you?”

“Yeah,” I rasped, my voice at least as hoarse as his.

Holy shit.

He took his trousers off, too. Dried mud dotted them almost up to the knees. That didn’t mean I was prepared for Max getting half naked in my bedroom. Or for his bumpy dick bulging in his black boxers.

It never gets old? Damn right, it doesn’t.

Without speaking and because I had no fucking idea how to say aloud the things I wanted him to do, I gripped my shirt and struggled it up over my head.

This is a point of no return.

But I knew I wanted everything he was prepared to give me. Max’s eyes darkened with lust, shadows swirling in them.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss over my heart, then another and another, mapping the curve of my pec until he reached my nipple.

I groaned when he gently sucked it between his lips before using his teeth on me.

“Good?” Max murmured, shooting me a glance from under his long, dark lashes.

“You have no idea, Raven.”

“Perhaps you want to show me later.” His teasing smirk should be illegal. “Now hush and let me give my mouth something to do.”

I cursed when he worked his way lower, nuzzling the hair on my chest. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” I gulped, my dick so hard I feared for my ability to hold out.

“How about this?” Max rubbed his cheek over my happy trail.

“Uh-huh. That’s great, actually.”

“Viking?”

“Raven?”

“It’s time for me to show you something else.” He paused with both hands on my hips.

“Like what?” I asked stupidly, as if I didn’t have a clue what he meant.

“Like how good it feels to have my mouth around your cock.”

“Oh fuck.” I closed my eyes, sending a silent prayer to the heavens. “I should say no but, God, Max.” Cupping the side of his head in my palm, I brushed his curls off his elegant brow. “How can I possibly say no?” My voice dropped to a whisper.

Max’s fingers dug into my flesh, and I let out a little whimper. So embarrassing.

Without another word, he dragged my boxers down my legs.

Holy fucking shit.

My rock hard dick slapped my skin, making us both groan.

“Still sure, Viking?”