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Wordlessly, I start playing with his hair again. I kinda like being the first to do something for him.

“How’s the project going?” he asks.

“Fine. I’m not sure if I like it yet, but I’m good at it.”

“Will you make me something?”

“Sure. What do you want?”

“Surprise me,” he murmurs, burying his face further into my lap.

Ideas start to roll through my head. Do I make him a blanket? A scarf? Hell, a rug? The options are endless.

“What time do you have to leave by?” I ask after a few moments of silence.

Maxim groans. “In a couple of hours, but I honestly don’t want to think about it.”

“I get that.”

“Do you and Thea have plans?”

“I think she was planning on bringing over some sort of new project for us to try.”

“I’ll give you two credit. You’re trying a little bit of everything, but there’s one thing I’m surprised that you haven’t done yet.”

“What’s that?”

“A classic puzzle, but one of those that’s like three thousand pieces.”

I pause running my fingers through his hair.

“How had I not thought of that? When I was a kid, one of my nannies used to bring me puzzles all the time.”

Maxim reaches behind his head and starts moving my hand again, making me giggle.

“I’ve created a monster,” I tease.

When I start moving it on my own, he wraps his arm back around my waist.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Never. The puzzle thing, though, was a good idea. I’ll have to mention it to Thea.”

“I aim to please,” he quips, making me chuckle.

Thunder booms, and Maxim groans.

“Please tell me you’re not one of those crazy people who hates a little rain.”

He pinches my hip, making me squeal.

“Keep moving under me like that, and I’ll think you want something else,” he growls.

“Don’t tease me with a good time,” I quip.

“You think you’ve created a monster, but really it’s me that’s turned you into one.”

It’s true. It’s been a week since he pleasured me, but every night I’ve asked if we can do it again. I even offered to return the favor, but he refuses. He only wants to please me.