Something Forever
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“So...what do you think?”
I looked up at him. “I love it, Max, but it costs too much.”
“Don’t worry about the price, babe. As long as you love it, then this will be our home. We’re also a couple of blocks away from my parents’ place. They would make a great babysitters.” Max emphasized ‘babysitters’.
What could I say to that? “I love it. Let’s do it. Let’s make this our home.”
Max wore a huge smile on his face and spun me around. After he made sure my feet were planted on the ground, he turned to Justin. “You heard my fiancée. Let’s do it.”
We went back down to the kitchen area and signed a stack of documents. Justin left after giving Max the key to our new home. “I want to show you a special room.”
I chuckled to myself from his words. “What kind of special room, Max?”
“I like where your mind is headed, but that room will come later.” Max took several steps up the stairs, and I followed him.
“I thought this room could be the nursery. It’s the closest to our room. What do you think?”
“I think it’s perfect.” In my mind I saw the most beautiful crib, a white dresser, with some stuffed animals on top for decoration, and lots of books on the bookshelf next to the rocking chair.
“I’m glad you approve.” Max’s brow lifted in a naughty way. “Now, time for the other special room.”
“What?” I laughed. “I was only joking.”
“I wasn’t.” Max’s eyes became dark and greedy. “Come here.” His demand rang hot in my ears. I had already surrendered to his expression, but now I just crumbled completely. My body became limp. I couldn’t move. All I could do was stare at him and feel my hammering heart race for him...wanting his touch...needing his love...waiting for him.
Max lifted me up in a cradling position, walked out of the nursery, kicked the door that was slightly ajar to enter our bedroom, and placed me down on the floor. He created a wide space between us. What was he doing?
“I’m sorry you didn’t have a bachelorette party.”
“I don’t care about that. I’m sorry that you didn’t have a bachelor party.”
“I didn’t want one. It wouldn’t have been fair if I had one. Regardless, you’re the only one I want to see undressed...the only one touching me. I’d better be the only one.” He said this with a slight attitude.
What he did next came as a complete surprise. He pulled out his phone and started to play a tune. Max bored his eyes on me as if I were his prey. With a sexy grin, he peeled off his suit jacket and flung it over his shoulder to the beat of the jazzy music. It was a perfect song for strip dancing. I thought I’d even heard this song at Chippendales. Oh my!
Max licked his bottom lip with one graceful, slow movement and loosened his tie at the same time. Then he swayed his hips from side to side as he unbuttoned the first, then the second button of his dress shirt. He slowly rolled up his sleeves while he bumped and grinded in the air. Could he have made that any hotter? Holy Jesus! I was having my own party with a stripper.
Max unbuttoned the rest of his shirt to reveal his tight six pack abs. I’d seen it many times before, but presenting himself this way gave off a whole lot of hotness. With one sleeve out at a time, he was completely shirtless, then with a sway of his hips, he glided to me and unzipped his pants in perfect beat with the music. When his pants dropped, I gasped. I wanted to touch him, but he put out his hand in front to stop me.
“I told you I can dance,” he said in that low, husky tone. He held my hand and helped me up. After the show he’d just given me, I was utterly weak at the knees. Max had on only his briefs and socks, but he was swoon worthy to the max. “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t think I want to win.” Max’s lips dove for mine. I didn’t see that coming.
“You’re bad,” I mumbled into his lips and pulled away, panting. “You—”
Max was getting dressed. “Time to go, babe. You’re late for your appointment with Becky.”
I looked at my watch. “Oh crap,” I whispered to myself. I gazed back to Max. “You’re so bad. This is the third time you made me forget. Ahhh!” I yelped, and jerked forward. Max had smacked my butt.
“I love your ass, babe,” he murmured into my ear. Then he headed out of the room.
Bad Max! Very bad Max! Very sexy Max!
“Becky, I’m so sorry. Did you get my text?” I asked, finding my seat next to her in the waiting room. She was engulfed in a magazine article.
“Jenna.” Becky jerked a little in surprise. “Umm...text. Oh. What time is it?” She looked at her watch. “You’re only ten minutes late. You’re fine. I didn’t know you texted.” Becky shrugged innocently, showing me the magazine. “Sorry. I can’t believe I’m reading about pregnancy and what to eat and what to expect.”
I smiled to agree. “Did you check us in?”
“Yup. Just waiting for you. Let’s get pampered up.”
After we got a facial, we had a manicure and pedicure. Then we went out to early dinner and headed home. Since Matthew had dropped Becky off at the spa, I drove both of us home.
“Tonight is your last night here,” Becky said when we walked in. Her tone was somber, producing an ache and emptiness in my heart. “I can’t believe this day has come.”
I looked up at him. “I love it, Max, but it costs too much.”
“Don’t worry about the price, babe. As long as you love it, then this will be our home. We’re also a couple of blocks away from my parents’ place. They would make a great babysitters.” Max emphasized ‘babysitters’.
What could I say to that? “I love it. Let’s do it. Let’s make this our home.”
Max wore a huge smile on his face and spun me around. After he made sure my feet were planted on the ground, he turned to Justin. “You heard my fiancée. Let’s do it.”
We went back down to the kitchen area and signed a stack of documents. Justin left after giving Max the key to our new home. “I want to show you a special room.”
I chuckled to myself from his words. “What kind of special room, Max?”
“I like where your mind is headed, but that room will come later.” Max took several steps up the stairs, and I followed him.
“I thought this room could be the nursery. It’s the closest to our room. What do you think?”
“I think it’s perfect.” In my mind I saw the most beautiful crib, a white dresser, with some stuffed animals on top for decoration, and lots of books on the bookshelf next to the rocking chair.
“I’m glad you approve.” Max’s brow lifted in a naughty way. “Now, time for the other special room.”
“What?” I laughed. “I was only joking.”
“I wasn’t.” Max’s eyes became dark and greedy. “Come here.” His demand rang hot in my ears. I had already surrendered to his expression, but now I just crumbled completely. My body became limp. I couldn’t move. All I could do was stare at him and feel my hammering heart race for him...wanting his touch...needing his love...waiting for him.
Max lifted me up in a cradling position, walked out of the nursery, kicked the door that was slightly ajar to enter our bedroom, and placed me down on the floor. He created a wide space between us. What was he doing?
“I’m sorry you didn’t have a bachelorette party.”
“I don’t care about that. I’m sorry that you didn’t have a bachelor party.”
“I didn’t want one. It wouldn’t have been fair if I had one. Regardless, you’re the only one I want to see undressed...the only one touching me. I’d better be the only one.” He said this with a slight attitude.
What he did next came as a complete surprise. He pulled out his phone and started to play a tune. Max bored his eyes on me as if I were his prey. With a sexy grin, he peeled off his suit jacket and flung it over his shoulder to the beat of the jazzy music. It was a perfect song for strip dancing. I thought I’d even heard this song at Chippendales. Oh my!
Max licked his bottom lip with one graceful, slow movement and loosened his tie at the same time. Then he swayed his hips from side to side as he unbuttoned the first, then the second button of his dress shirt. He slowly rolled up his sleeves while he bumped and grinded in the air. Could he have made that any hotter? Holy Jesus! I was having my own party with a stripper.
Max unbuttoned the rest of his shirt to reveal his tight six pack abs. I’d seen it many times before, but presenting himself this way gave off a whole lot of hotness. With one sleeve out at a time, he was completely shirtless, then with a sway of his hips, he glided to me and unzipped his pants in perfect beat with the music. When his pants dropped, I gasped. I wanted to touch him, but he put out his hand in front to stop me.
“I told you I can dance,” he said in that low, husky tone. He held my hand and helped me up. After the show he’d just given me, I was utterly weak at the knees. Max had on only his briefs and socks, but he was swoon worthy to the max. “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t think I want to win.” Max’s lips dove for mine. I didn’t see that coming.
“You’re bad,” I mumbled into his lips and pulled away, panting. “You—”
Max was getting dressed. “Time to go, babe. You’re late for your appointment with Becky.”
I looked at my watch. “Oh crap,” I whispered to myself. I gazed back to Max. “You’re so bad. This is the third time you made me forget. Ahhh!” I yelped, and jerked forward. Max had smacked my butt.
“I love your ass, babe,” he murmured into my ear. Then he headed out of the room.
Bad Max! Very bad Max! Very sexy Max!
“Becky, I’m so sorry. Did you get my text?” I asked, finding my seat next to her in the waiting room. She was engulfed in a magazine article.
“Jenna.” Becky jerked a little in surprise. “Umm...text. Oh. What time is it?” She looked at her watch. “You’re only ten minutes late. You’re fine. I didn’t know you texted.” Becky shrugged innocently, showing me the magazine. “Sorry. I can’t believe I’m reading about pregnancy and what to eat and what to expect.”
I smiled to agree. “Did you check us in?”
“Yup. Just waiting for you. Let’s get pampered up.”
After we got a facial, we had a manicure and pedicure. Then we went out to early dinner and headed home. Since Matthew had dropped Becky off at the spa, I drove both of us home.
“Tonight is your last night here,” Becky said when we walked in. Her tone was somber, producing an ache and emptiness in my heart. “I can’t believe this day has come.”
