“You don’t have to tell me twice. The endgame is my prize.”
Max walked into the living room and made a pot of coffee. He sat at the table drinking his first cup as he caught up on some work emails. Gwen stepped out of the bedroom wearing a sundress that hit mid-thigh. The tropical flowered dress showed off her long tan legs, giving him a glimpse of the body he’d eventually have the chance to devour. She might think he was the prize, but she had that backward. Max would spend days and nights fulfilling both of their fantasies.
She crossed the room and slowly closed the computer. She took the coffee from his hand and took a long swig before setting it down on the counter. “Let’s head to the hotel.”
“You in a hurry to get me back here alone?” Max asked.
She rolled her eyes. “I’m honoring your business-before-pleasure, rule.” Gwen pulled a piece of paper out of her bra and unfolded it. “Looks like Fillpot has morning reservations in the restaurant. I’d like to be seatedbefore he shows up.”
Max chuckled. “You have a method to your madness.”
“I try.”
“Great, let’s go deal with my mother and then throw a net over your bad guy.”
Gwen fanned herself. “Control yourself, Counselor. You’re turning me on again.”
Max chuckled as he leaned into her, her hot breath teased his jaw as he whispered in her ear. “If my words have that kind of power, just imagine what I can do with my hands.”
