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  “Can I ask you something and you be honest?” I shifted slightly on his lap so I could look him in the face.

  With a drowsy, satisfied expression, Max smiled slowly and lifted his hand to push some hair away from my cheek, nodding as his gaze went down to my lips. “I’ll always be honest with you. No matter what.”

  I swallowed, the lump in my throat refusing to go down. Although he’d cleared up any misconceptions I might have had, I still wanted to know how he felt about the whole virgin thing. Like… how he really felt.

  “When I told you I was a virgin, did it make you second-guess seeing me?” I was so nervous asking him this, waiting for his reply. “I mean, since I’m not some teenager, surely me still being a virgin was surprising? Shocking?” I was rambling now, but I couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t help it.

  He continued to stroke my cheek with his thumb while he stared into my eyes, making me feel as though there was no one else in the world for him.

  He leaned in and kissed me softly, sweetly. It was almost reassuring. There was nothing sexual about it, and when he pulled back, I felt myself relax once more.

  “I thought to myself, how did I get so lucky?” He leaned in and kissed me again. “Even before I knew you were untouched, I knew you were my future. From the moment I looked into your eyes, I was obsessed.”

  God, his words were doing things to me, making all that love and emotion rise inside me.

  “And knowing I’ll be the only man to touch you, to know how warm and tight you are, how silky you feel as you clench around me....”

  His voice was dropping lower, and I felt the stiff outline of his cock against my ass as his arousal rose. I was already wet, picturing him inside me, feeling him still there. I was sore, but God, I wanted him back between my legs, thrusting in and out of me.

  I knew what I wanted, and it was clear what he’d want again, but right now, I craved to give Max pleasure.

  I got down on my knees before him, used my hands on his muscular thighs, and pulled them open, looking down at his massive cock. My mouth watered as I saw a dot of pre-cum lining the tip.

  My heart was racing. I’d never done this before, but I wanted to experience all these firsts with Max. So even though giving my first blowjob made me feel nervous and highly unskilled, I was going to suck his cock like a pro no matter what.

  “Go on, Zara,” Max said in a husky voice. He leaned all the way back, his hands curled around the armrests of the chair, his breathing a little bit harsher. His chest rose and fell, his anticipation evident.

  I placed my hands on his thighs and lightly curled my nails into his skin, hearing him let out a rough growl.

  I slid my fingers along his legs, and when I was close to his dick, I curled my hand around the root of him. God, it was such a turn-on that my fingers didn’t touch.

  He was hard and hot in my grasp, the skin like velvet over steel.

  I moved my palm up and down his length slowly at first, feeling the ridge at the crown before sliding back down to where his shaft met his balls. I had no idea what I was doing, but the longer I stroked him, the more confident I felt that I was doing this right.

  I stared at the drop of clear pre-cum lining the slit of his dick, and my mouth watered. This dirty, obscene, and wanton part of me rose up. All I wanted was for him to explode in my mouth, for his seed to shoot down the back of my throat so I was forced to swallow it all.

  I might’ve just gotten off several times, lost my virginity, and was sore, but God, I wanted him all over again.

  I wasn’t about to wait, wasn’t going to drag this out. I opened my mouth and started sucking on the tip, licking away the salty pre-cum as I tried to take as much of Max into my mouth as I could. But he was so big, so thick. I couldn’t even fit him all the way in my mouth, and certainly not comfortably.

  I got halfway down before the crown hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag slightly before I retreated. My eyes watered but I refused to stop. I was turned on from this, aroused by the grunting he made and the way he thrust his hips up to meet me.

  Humming around his length, I closed my eyes and got lost in the motions.

  Max had a hand in my hair, the strands tangled in his fingers. He lifted his hips up at the same time I let my mouth slide down his cock, taking more of his length. He groaned harshly and I knew he was close, so close I kept tasting spurts of his semen move along my tongue.

  I picked up my speed, and he groaned deeply, tightened his hand in my hair, and thrust his hips up to my mouth, making me take as much as I could. The tip of his cock hit the back of my throat again.

  “Yeah, Zara. Fuck, here I come.”

  I felt my eyes widen at the first taste of his cum filling my mouth. I swallowed it all, my eyes watering but my hunger for him growing by the second.

  After long seconds, I felt his cock soften in my mouth, and only then did I pull back, letting his thick length slip from between my lips. I felt the blood rush right below, a tingling settling in my entire body as desire coursed through me.

  He sat there totally nude, his dick lying on his thigh, wet from my mouth, but not completely soft like I’d assumed it would be after he came.

  A light sheen of sweat covered his bare chest, the splattering of dark hair covering his pectoral muscles and the trail right below his navel that led down to his cock making me feel wholly feminine in that moment.

  I wanted Max... desperately.

  And as I stared into his eyes, felt my body become hot, needy, I watched as his pupils dilated. Lowering my gaze back down to his groin area, I felt my eyes widen as I saw his dick once again become hard.

  “God. You’re ready again so soon?” Those words were nothing but a heated whisper from me.

  He reached down and grabbed the root of his dick, holding it straight up.

  “Zara, when it comes to you, I’m insatiable.” He stroked himself as he watched me. “Why don’t you climb up here, baby? Why don’t you straddle me and put this dick in that tight little pussy of yours?”

  The air left my lungs violently.

  Standing slowly, I had to brace my hands on his legs for support. And then I did just that—climbed on top of him, straddling his waist, his cock hard between our bodies.

  “Fuck, you’re wet all over again, aren’t you?” I nodded and licked my lips. “But that’s not just your pussy juices, is it?”

  I shook my head. No, no it wasn’t.

  “That’s my cum slipping out of you.”

  I closed my eyes and moaned as I nodded.

  We breathed hard and fast, as if we’d run a marathon.

  “Take hold of me, put my dick inside your body.”

  I reached down, grabbed his dick, and placed the tip at my entrance, and while holding his gaze, I slid down on his shaft fluidly.

  We both groaned, and my entire body shook as lust claimed me.

  “Come on, Zara. Ride me.”

  And I did just that.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Zara

  I sat across from my mother and father, my hand around the stem of my wine glass, my parents talking about their upcoming trip to Aruba. I did the obligatory nod and smile here and there, the “that sounds fantastic” verbiage when needed, but my mind was elsewhere.

  What else was new though?

  Ever since starting a... whatever this was with Max, he was all I’d been able to think about.

  “You should come with us, sweetheart,” my mom said, and my father nodded in agreement.

  “We have the miles. We can buy your ticket, honey. Make it a family trip.”

  I had no desire to go anywhere tropical, even if I could have taken the time off. I was more a daughter of winter, if I were being honest.

  I brought the wine glass to my mouth and took a long sip before setting it back down on the table. “That sounds wonderful, but I have so much work to do, and anyway, it’s your anniversary trip. I don’t want to be the third wheel.”

  My parents star
ted disagreeing, trying to talk me into it. But I knew they needed this time to themselves. They’d been planning and saving for it for over a year.

  “Besides...” I thought about Max, and there was nothing more I wanted than to talk to my family about him. “I can’t go, because… well, I met someone.” I felt the grin on my face, and the way my mother’s eyes widened had me laughing softly.

  “Oh my goodness,” she said and smiled, covering her mouth with her hands as she looked at my father. “Michael, Zara found someone.”

  My dad glanced at me and gave a grumpy sound. “You met someone?”

  I ran my fingers around the rim of my wine glass and nodded, not even trying to hide how happy I was. “I did. We’ve been seeing each other for a few weeks now.” I thought about all the “seeing” we’d been doing and felt a flush move over my chest and face.

  My father looked less than pleased, but I knew he had the mentality that no one was good enough for his “little girl.”

  “Tell us about him.” My mother looked expectant and leaned forward, her expression showing she was happy and excited for me. She glanced over at my father and rolled her eyes, nudging her shoulder against his. “Don’t worry about your father. He’d just like you to stay a virgin for the rest of your life.”

  I internally shriveled up at the very idea of my mom saying the V-word, and it looked like my father felt the same way. He snapped his head in my mother’s direction and pursed his lips.

  “Nancy, we do not talk about that. Good Lord. You want me to have a heart attack?”

  That had my mother rolling her eyes again, but she grinned, and when she looked at me and gave me a wink, I couldn’t help smiling back.

  The last thing I was going to talk about—or even wanted to think about—with my parents was my sex life, lack thereof, or how I’d finally experienced what love and pleasure was. That was in the hard-no territory for me.

  “Well, we’re not even going to touch on that subject, Mom, because that is not something I want to discuss with my parents.”

  “Thank God.” My father let out a relieved sigh and I couldn’t help laughing again.

  “But I can tell you all about Max, how he makes me feel, how for the first time in my life someone actually cares about me and sees me for who I really am.” The expression on my mother’s face was one that a mom gives her child when she’s truly happy for them.

  And for the next ten minutes, I talked all about Max, how we’d met, his business and dreams, and even what I wanted and hoped for in the future with him. Which might not have been something I’d exactly told Max about, but with my parents, it was like this floodgate had been opened.

  My parents had always been so supportive of me, my biggest advocates, always the ones in my corner rooting for me. And I loved them for that. They had made me the person I was today, giving me the strength and determination to know the only thing that mattered was that I was happy.

  I was even honest about how I’d been going to the bakery for months, just sitting in the corner without ever talking to him. They were my parents and loved me no matter what, and I’d always been honest with them, so I had no problem letting them know I’d been a secretly obsessed stalker, or that I was starting to become a stage-five clinger.

  That just had them chuckling and shaking their heads.

  “So he’s a business owner?” My father was instantly interested, straightening and pushing his shoulders back as if he were proud of the fact that I’d found a man I wouldn’t be supporting.

  “He is, Dad. Owns the bakery Knead You on Fifth and Hockings.”

  My mother took a drink from her wine glass and eyed my father, trying to suppress her smile, because she too could see how interested he’d become.

  My father was all about success and taking care of yourself. So I knew the first thing on his mind when I told him I was seeing somebody was his worry that I’d be someone’s sugar mama.

  He should’ve known he raised me better than that.

  “And he works there himself or he has employees?”

  Now I could’ve rolled my eyes at that. “Dad, of course he has employees, but he’s very dedicated to his job. He’s been there every time I’ve shown up.”

  My father looked at his watch then glanced around the restaurant to wave down the waiter. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but as the server came over and my dad asked for the check, I closed my eyes and exhaled.

  “Seriously?” When I opened them, my dad was staring at me curiously.

  “What? Fifth and Hockings is just a couple blocks away, right?” He looked at my mother, who said nothing, and then looked back at me. “And if he’s there as much as you say is, and he likes you as much as he should, he’ll be damn glad to meet us.”

  “Honey, maybe giving him some advance notice would be better?” My mother looked a little empathetic, knowing my father would no doubt give Max the third degree.

  “I’d like to meet the boy my daughter loves. And what better way to keep him on his toes than to just show up?”

  Although I wanted my parents to meet Max, this certainly wasn’t how I thought it would come about. I didn’t think I’d be bombarding him and surprising him with the parental visit this soon into the relationship. But he loved me and I loved him, so I guess no time like the present, right?

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  Chapter Fourteen

  Zara

  As soon as we stepped into Knead You, my palms became clammy, my pulse raced, and I felt like my parents were meeting my very first boyfriend who was picking me up for a date.

  I guess in a sense that was kind of true.

  Max was my first everything, and although I was very excited for my parents to meet him, I was nervous my father would go all private detective on him.

  We stood there for a moment in the cool, air-conditioned interior, the delicious smell of what Max had been baking filling the air.

  “I’ll be right with you,” Max called out from the back room, the sounds of pans banging together following.

  Even though I knew he was close to closing the bakery for the night, he was still professional and wouldn’t rush anyone out, even if they lingered.

  My mom and dad walked up to the counter and bent over to look at the pastries. There wasn’t too much of a selection left, but then again, that was normal. Max sold out of his stuff pretty damn fast.

  “What does he do with the leftovers at the end of the night?” my mom asked and looked over her shoulder at me.

  I felt a small smile spread across my face. “He donates them to the local women and children’s shelter.” My mom straightened and turned to face me. The look she gave me spoke volumes.

  My dad straightened as well and faced me, an approving look on his face. Not only was he interested and invested in all things business, but he also highly believed in taking care of the community and doing charitable work.

  So in my father’s eyes, this was another check in the approval box for Max.

  Not that I needed my parents’ approval, because I loved Max and would stay with him regardless of what anyone thought, but it made me feel good that they were happy with the man I’d picked to spend my life with.

  And then I saw Max come out from the back, his apron tied around his waist, a towel in his hands, and his focus down to where he was wiping flour off his fingers.

  God, he looked so good, even covered in baking ingredients, even when his hair was slightly messy from working all day, and his big, muscular body seemed a little bit out of place in a dainty little bakery.

  I could picture him working on a construction site, maybe doing hard manual labor, or maybe in the woods chopping down trees, my very own lumberjack. But regardless, my baker looked sexy and masculine as hell.

  He glanced up, a professional, friendly smile on his face when he looked at my parents, and then when he saw me standing right beside them, his expression changed to surprise.

  “Zara.” He all but purred my name.

 
; My heart fluttered and my belly tightened. My mother grinned as she stared at Max, and my father studied him, as if trying to find any flaw.

  “I didn’t expect to see to see you until later tonight.” He still had that purr in his voice.

  I felt my cheeks heat as I glanced over at my parents, knowing my face was becoming red. The plan was to go to his place after I had dinner with my parents, and I knew exactly what we would’ve been doing, which was why I was blushing fiercely right now.

  I cleared my throat and looked between him and my parents. “Max,” I said and swallowed, my throat tight. “I finished dinner with my folks and talked about you, and they insisted on seeing your bakery and meeting you.” I rubbed my hands up and down my legs, my nerves running high. “I’m sorry about just springing this on you.”

  Max shook his head. “No need to apologize.” He flashed my mother and father a straight, white-toothed smile. “It’s an honor to finally meet you both.” He addressed my mother first, and then my father. He held out his hand and my dad took it, giving it a firm shake.

  My father started drilling Max about his business, when he’d started, what he saw for himself for the future... all these invasive questions that embarrassed me and made me feel sorry for Max. But as I looked at the man I loved, I could see he was actually enjoying this.

  They spoke for another ten minutes, just the two of them, and I stood off to the side with my mom, not sure what to say, unsure if I should interject and stop it, maybe put Max out of his misery and force my father to quit being this private detective.

  And as I was about to step forward and do just that, my father cleared his throat and nodded once.

  “You have a good head on your shoulders there, Max, and a really nice business.” My dad looked over at me. “And my daughter is lucky to have you in her life.” He looked back at Max. “But not as lucky as you are to have her in your life.”

  Oh. God. I cannot believe my father just went there.