touch me,’ she warned him.
‘Oh, that’s it. Now you’ve done it,’ he said, and got on the bed and grabbed her.
Annie just laughed all the more: she couldn’t seem to do anything about it.
‘Stop it,’ he said, and kissed her.
Annie pulled her head away. ‘Did I ask you to kiss me? I don’t think so.’
‘Shh,’ he said, and kissed her, harder, deeper.
Annie stopped laughing, gave herself up to the kiss. What the hell. She could be dead now. She ought to be. At any moment some new threat could present itself, and this might never again be possible.
This was just as wonderful as she remembered. Eight long dry years, and he was back, and Dolly was right, he could drive her crazy out of bed but for sure he could drive her crazy in bed, too.
He was driving her crazy now, unzipping her dress, yanking it off her.
‘That’s a very expensive dress, could you be careful with that,’ she managed to gasp.
‘Shut up,’ he ordered against her mouth, pulling off his shirt. ‘Where’s the catch on this damned thing?’ he asked, kneeling, tossing her on to her front and examining the clasp on her bra. ‘Oh right. Got it.’
He rolled her over on to her back, pulled her bra off, threw it on to the floor. Then paused, gazing hungrily at her naked breasts.
‘That’s…’ said Annie, feeling almost light-headed as she watched him. She’d stopped laughing.
‘What? An expensive bra? Couture, is it?’ His hands went to her breasts, smoothing over them, making her shiver, making her nipples spring into life.
‘As it happens, it is.’
‘Right. What about these?’ He was pulling down the matching pants, tossing those aside too.
‘They’re extremely expensive,’ said Annie faintly, feeling the hot pulse of desire start as he knelt there, staring at her. ‘And you know what?’
‘No. What?’ he was unbuckling his belt, unzipping his jeans, pushing them down on to his thighs along with his underpants.
‘Oh…’ said Annie as he got between her legs. The hard length of his cock touched her there, where she was most sensitive.
‘Come on. What?’ he said, looming over her.
‘I really hate you,’ she murmured.
‘Hate away,’ he said, and entered her almost roughly.
‘I can’t believe I just did that,’ she said a while later, yawning, lying perfectly relaxed against his chest.
‘Actually,’ said Max, turning towards her, ‘I think you’re about to do it again…’
They did it again. Annie screamed in orgasm this time, and lay sweating and panting in his arms afterwards. She felt as though she’d been picked up and flung against a wall. But that was nothing new. Max always made her feel that way.