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Page 67 of Invisible String (The Underground #1)

This kitchen is a baker’s paradise. At its center is a massive island, its surface a flawless expanse of polished marble that gleams under the light.

Perfect for rolling dough and with ample space for prep and cooking.

Drawers line each side of the island, offering ample storage for all manner of utensils and baking tools.

Dominating the opposite wall is a state-of-the-art stainless steel gas range, eight powerful burners, and a double oven, complete with a versatile griddle.

This setup is perfect for creating culinary masterpieces.

“Do you like it?” he asks, scrutinizing me.

I’m so jealous.

“It’s beautiful. Wow! You scored on this house with this kitchen. The owners before remodeled it to perfection.”

Max rubs his nape. “Thanks, glad you like it. I just had it remodeled. The guys finished last week.”

No wonder it looks new, like no one has cooked in here.

“What was wrong with it before?”

“Nothing. It just needed to be updated to fit my girlfriend’s needs.”

A gazillion emotions shower through me, causing butterflies to erupt.

“How about we break it in?”

I rise on my toes to kiss him. He leans into me and takes his tongue in my mouth, savoring every drop.

Every day, I’m healing from our past, and my mom’s passing.

His hand grips my ass, kneading it. He remodeled his entire kitchen for me.

Those words scream in my head. For me . I don’t even live here.

I moan into his mouth. God, he kisses so well, and his body is hard like a steel machine.

“That was nice.” He smirks. “What was that for?”

“You’ve given me too much today, but a kitchen. And I don’t live here.”

“Not yet,” he throws out. Max pulls out a bowl covered with Saran wrap from the massive steel fridge. “You can use it for your food testing. I wanted you to have something in this home for you. This is me showing you I’m not going anywhere. I want this with you.”

I gulp. “I know you do. You’ve proven that to me. I trust you.” My words are pure honesty. Max has shown me and spoken every word from the bottom of his heart.

Max’s eyes soften as his elbows press against the island. “You do?”

I nod. “I do with my whole heart.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He quirks his lips. “Good.” He struts toward me, his hands brushing my cheeks, hoisting me to kiss him.

“I’ll show you every second of the day you’re worth it.

” The kiss is short and passionate, filled with promises.

“Maybe we should order out instead and break in the kitchen in another way. Like having you on this island spread for me.”

I hum, completely content. “Sounds tempting, but I would love to see what Max Cano can cook.” Kiss. “Dessert after?”

Max rubs his nose on mine. “Sounds like a plan.” With the pad of his thumb, he lifts my chin.

Our gazes connect, and I can’t help but let out a breath. His eyes are hypnotizing and change to a different hue depending on his mood. Right now, they are greenish with a storm of gray. Breathtakingly beautiful. I can’t help but grin at him. He’s too stinking cute.

“You have a sexy smile, sunshine.” It seems he can’t help but laugh up a grin.

“You make me happy,” I admit. God, it feels good to smile and be in his arms.

“That’s all I want. I would die without your laughter, your smiles, and your warmth. You give my dark heart peace.”

I shake my head. “You don’t have a dark heart, Max.” I want him to see how amazing and caring he is, even when he thinks he’s not good at expressing his emotions. He’s one of the good ones. He’s just anti-social. Nothing wrong with that.

“It feels like it at times. I’ve dealt with a lot of shit that no child should have experienced. I’ve seen things I shouldn’t have.”

The air has been sucked out of me, and weights are pinning me down. The marks on his back that resemble a road map must be from other foster homes, not just from his father. It destroys me to imagine anyone causing harm to a child. How could someone do such a thing?

“I know you don’t want me to say it, but I’m sorry for what happened to you. Um, if you ever want to talk about it, I’m always here for you. I will forever be your guiding light. We can illuminate each other’s paths.”

“I think we make a great team.” He pinches my cheeks. “How about I feed my girl?”

My stomach growls.

“Yup, definitely need to feed my woman.”

My cheeks burn, and he laughs like always. He loves me blushing.

“How about protein bowls?” he suggests, opening the pantry door.

I gasp at the walk-in pantry the size of a bathroom.

Wow.

After crushing on the kitchen and the pantry, I helped—okay, no—I watched him cook because he didn’t let me.

I’ve never been turned on by watching a man cook.

Max grilled chicken, which he then chopped and arranged over a bed of white rice and black beans.

He finished the dish with lettuce, tomato, and a spoonful of homemade guacamole.

With a homemade salsa. I’m impressed; although it was simple, it was so good.

After we wipe down the counters and put the last of the dishes away, we settle into the living room.

Max lounges in the sofa’s corner, his body relaxed, and one leg casually draped over the top.

I nestle in between his legs, my head resting on his abs, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

His fingers tangle in my hair as he plays with it.

We’re watching a show. I’m unsure what it’s about.

My mind is on the bulge pressing on my neck and his hands in my hair.

I tilt my head back, and he gazes at me with those bright eyes, already lost in the moment. Well, on my tits. After work, I changed into a navy-blue skirt with little flower designs and a white top that is a little low-cut on the cleavage. Sue me for wanting Max’s eyes on me like they always are.

“How do you like the movie?” I ask. I’ve never had anyone look at every part of me with such primal need. Only Max. His eyes have changed color to a darker forest green.

“I haven’t watched. My attention has been solely on you,” he admits, total ecstasy in his features. “For so long, I wished for this moment. To have you here.” His fingers trace my lips to my cheeks.

A feather or brush that has goosebumps spreading throughout my body. I have wished for it too.

“Sometimes when I wake up, I fear it was all a dream,” he admits.

I know it’s difficult for him to sound so vulnerable. In return, I give him the truth.

“I feel the same way. I’m afraid you’ll walk out on me. I thought maybe I wasn’t enough.”

A crease forms between his brows, and his eyes go sad. “ Corazón , come here, sit on me.”

I do. I bend my knees to face him with my ass in his crotch.

“I’m not going anywhere. It’s you and me. Forever.”

“I know. I just felt like that before.”

“You are more than enough. You have always been. It was never about you as a person. Rainey, you’re my entire universe. I’m obsessed with you. When I’m away from you, all I think about is getting back to you.”

My heart warms, glowing like a lighthouse. My lips graze his chin. “I’m madly obsessed with you.” Down to his neck, I suck. He’s already marked up from earlier. “I can’t wait until you get home to me.” Home. He’s my home. I lick around his Adam’s apple, and he swallows around my tongue.

His large hands grip my butt. “Rain…” He groans. “I’m madly in love with you.” I grind on him. “So fucking in love with you.”

Since he slipped into clean elastic shorts after a shower at the gym, it’s easy access.

I love to hear those words come out of his lips.

He loves me. Who am I kidding? I never stopped loving him.

God, I tried. I did. Max Cano engraved his soul into mine many years ago. He took a part of mine as I did his.

My hands slide into his red shorts and down his coarse hair.

He sucks in a breath. I run my hands along his hard velvet length, and Max’s head falls back.

I love unraveling him. I’m the one who makes him feel this way.

His chest rises and falls. I squeeze and run my thumb on top. He’s already leaking.

“I’m in love with you.”

His head lifts, eyes wide, lips parted. He’s looking at me, confused, probably thinking he misunderstood.

“I love you.”

His hand falls over mine, stopping me from stroking.

“You can’t say that shit while rubbing me. Tell me again. I need to see your lips move while you say it.” His mesmerizing eyes search mine.

I lean closer and lick my lips. “Max, honey, I’m in love with you.”

Max closes his eyes, then opens them. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I shake my head, grinning.

He’s still watching me, uncertainty in his handsome face. “I…I got you to fall in love with me again?” He’s bewildered, and it’s cute.

“Max.” I kiss each side of his cheeks. “I’m.

” Kiss on the lips. “In love with you. Even when I hated you for leaving me, the love I had for you never left, never drifted, never faded. It held up like a fortress. It was always here.” I point to my heart.

“The hate was never enough to tear down the walls of love. You showed me with your physical touch, your words, and your heart that I mean something to you. You opened up to me, and that means everything.”

He follows my every word.

I continue. “I could never fall for anyone else. You ruined me.”

His mouth closes on mine before I get another word out. Hot, passionate tongue thrusting kisses welcome me into a state of oblivion. My hands go back to work. Stroking him. Max lifts my ass up to loop his fingers in between my legs.

“Lift your leg slightly, mi amor , I need to get better access. That’s it. Do you feel the penetration?”

I nod. “Y…yes,” I rasp breathlessly from our kiss, and I can feel his fingers pulsing inside me. “Ahh.” My body is coiling as I grind, riding the waves of pure pleasure. I’m so lost in how good he makes me feel, I stop stroking him.

“Always wet for me, sunshine. That’s my pretty girl. Keep riding my fingers, baby.”

I thrust into them. My lips are dry from my parted and panting mouth. I lick them. I need to cum, but I’m not ready.

“I can feel you tighten around me. Cum, baby, you know I can always make you come more than once.”

My body shivers, and my back arches, letting my release out.

“Damn. So sexy.”

Our foreheads press against one another. “Take me to your bed. Make love to me.”

“No,” he says, biting my breast over the material. “Not mine, but our bed. What’s mine is yours, remember?” Max lifts me as if I weigh no more than a feather.

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