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“And I love you, alpha mine,” I managed to choke out as he began to thrust into me. He set an impossible pace, hard and fast, and I knew neither of us would be able to hold off for long—not knowing that people were on the other side of that window, waiting for the finale. Maybe they were touching themselves or their partners, getting off on watching us. I hoped they were.
Max growled and pulled out suddenly, flipping me over onto my stomach, before slamming back home in my ass. He fucked me straight into the mattress, and I held on for dear life, my second climax building to a peak.
I looked over my shoulder at our reflection to watch the vision of our bodies, joined and writhing, our flesh dripping with sweat. Godsdamn, we were so damn hot. No matter how hard I tried to keep my eyes open to watch him fuck me in the mirrored window, though, I couldn’t stop the pleasure from overwhelming me, forcing my lids closed. We’d have to film it next time so I could watch it later.
Max had never fucked me so good. I could tell he was close, desperate for release. He rose up on his knees, pulling me back by the hips to impale on his cock. “Max,” I warned, but it was too late, I was already unloading myself onto the bed beneath me.
He cried out, his rhythm stuttering as he pumped me full of his thick cum in hot pulses. As his knot swelled and pressed into me, Max’s arms gave out, and he collapsed carefully over top of me, kissing my shoulder.
“An award-worthy performance, if I say so myself,” he mumbled against me, chuckling.
I laughed, relaxing under his reassuring weight. “I’m sure the critics would agree.”
After a shower and a change of clothes, this time without an audience, Max and I decided to head home. My home, that was, but hopefully not for much longer. We would have to figure something out soon for the long-term. Our family was growing, and Cass wouldn’t want a baby around, cramping his style. Moving to LA would make more sense for Max’s job, but I didn’t know anyone there. My gran was here, and she needed me. We had a lot to discuss.
When Chance saw us heading for the door, he waved me down. “Done for the night?” he asked, smiling smugly as his eyes slid over to Max who hadn’t stopped touching me since he showed up here. He currently had a hand on my lower back.
“Do you really need me to stay?” I asked. “We’re not short-staffed, are we? I know my scheduled shift was for waiting tables, but I feel like I’ve certainly earned my income tonight.”
Chance’s smile widened, a predator’s toothy grin. “That was the best turnout to any voyeur event we’ve ever had. It was standing room only.”
I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. “Please don’t tell me you watched.”
“All right, I won’t tell you.” He winked before turning to walk away. “I’ll deposit your share in your account tomorrow,” he said over his shoulder.
I dropped my head on Max’s shoulder. “I’ll never be able to look my boss in the eye again.”
“Good,” he said. “That guy is entirely too good-looking. I don’t like him.”
Laughing, I wrapped my arm around his waist as we headed for the door. “You’re kinda cute when you’re jealous. Come on, let’s go home and I’ll reassure you again… and again…”
20
Max
I was late. Of all the days for a weather delay, why did it have to be this one?!
As soon as I was off the plane, I hurried for the airport exit at a jog, my bag bouncing against my back. Cass had planned a surprise baby shower for Arlo, and it was scheduled to start in half an hour. They were having it at The Bar Cherry before it opened tonight, and Arlo thought he was just going in to work early to help with some paperwork before tax time.
Arlo hadn’t been waiting tables for months now, not since his belly started to show. Being pregnant brought the attention of a specific kind of creep, and I couldn’t be there all the time to make sure the bouncers were doing their job and keeping their hands off my future husband. Having Arlo work in the office wasn’t much better for my comfort level, though, when I knew that boss of his was always hanging around, and now they were alone together in his office every weekend. I saw the way Chance looked at Arlo.
I rushed through the exit and onto the sidewalk, the winter air hitting me like a slap in the face. I missed the LA sunshine, but waking up with Arlo in my arms more than made up for it. He kept me nice and toasty warm through the coldest months. He was willing to move for me, but I wouldn’t hear of it. I bought an adorable little three-bedroom bungalow for now. Nothing fancy, but it was home, with enough room for our family to grow. Maybe after the baby was born, they could travel with me when I was filming, but for now, I came home as often as I could.
Filming for Uncaged had wrapped up, and it was scheduled for release in a couple months, but word had already gotten out. Whispers were circulating, rumors about potential awards… That, of course, had led to new job offers. I’d recently accepted a role in a crime drama called The Forgotten Blue, where I played an undercover cop whose handler died, leaving me stranded on the wrong side of the law.
Reaching the sidewalk, I raised my arm to flag down a taxi, but instead, my eye caught sight of someone waving at me frantically. “Mom?” I gaped at the sight, wondering if I was dreaming. Why was she here?
“Hi, dear,” she gushed as I came up to where she’d parked in the pickup lane. She was driving Arlo’s car… why was she driving Arlo’s car? “These east coast winters are something else. I’ve never seen so much snow. Here, I brought you a jacket in case you didn’t take one to LA with you.”
“Mom, what are you doing here?” I asked, unsettled. It was like my worlds were colliding.
She gave me a funny look. “I’m here for the shower, obviously.” She shoved me toward the car. “Speaking of which, we’re gonna be late if we don’t hurry. Get in already.”
“Right...” I threw my bag in the back and got in, while Mom ran around to the driver’s seat and pulled away from the curb.
I peeked across the car at her. “So… you’re staying with us? Is Dad here too? Have you been here long?” Arlo hadn’t said anything about my parents visiting.
“You father had to work, unfortunately. I got here last night, but I asked Arlo not to tell you. I told him it was a surprise.” Her lips turned down at the corners. “Speaking of surprises, Sarah was the one who invited me to the shower. Why didn’t you tell me? You didn’t want me here?”