Page 101 of Maxim

Tonight has been perfect.

It’s like the calm before the storm. I know that we are so close to cracking Jan’s operation wide open. It is going to get ugly. People are going to get hurt. We aren’t going to be able to save them all.

It’s the reality of the dark world we live in.

Before shit hits the fan, I wanted to do something for Olena. Something she can hold onto when things get rough. Hopefully it reminds her that there will be light on the other side. Little does she know, it will be her.

???????.

My sunshine.

“That was perfect. What do you call that dessert again?” Olena asks, licking her fingers.

It makes me want to lick her in other places. Or feel her tongue on me. I haven’t asked for a blow job, nor will I. It is something she was trained to do.

If she asks one day in the far future, I’ll explore that with her, but I refuse to even consider it now. Not with her trauma.

Doesn’t mean I don’t imagine how her mouth would feel.

“Babe?” she says, instead of using my name.

She’s been doing this more and more. Using little pet names. I love it. She could call me her little kitty boo thing, and I would pant for her. God, I’m such a simp, but fuck if I care.

“Tiramisu,” I respond, my tone gravelly.

Her eyes flare, recognizing what that means.

Yeah, ???????. You have me hard as fuck.

She licks her spoon seductively before she sets it on her plate.

Minx. She’s a damn minx.

“I have one last surprise for you. Come on,” I tell her, helping her stand from the table.

“The dishes…” she starts.

“Leave them. They can wait.”

Walking her over to the back corner of the house, I show her the daybed I set up with fluffy blankets.

“What’s this?”

“Stargazing. Have you ever tried?” I ask her.

She shakes her head. “What do I do?”

“Lie down.”

She does as I ask, staring up at the sky. While she does, I pull the remote out of my pocket and turn off all the lights.

“Wow. It’s so pretty out here.”

“The light pollution is less when you have no neighbors.” I kneel at the end of the bed, spreading her legs.

She looks down at me. “What are you doing?”

“I got you a gift.” I pull the small box out of my pocket and hand it to her.