CHAPTER 15 Lost Together in a Bed
The diner was dimly lit, the kind of place where strangers lingered a little too long over their coffee, watching the world outside through dusty windows. Max and Rose sat across from each other, the air between them thick with unspoken tension. The waitress had left them to their own devices, and now they were alone, the clatter of dishes and murmur of voices fading into the background.
Max is a dedicated businessman whose career often takes him far from home, leaving little room for personal life or intimacy. His relentless schedule and frequent travels mean that he frequently neglects his own emotional and sexual needs, leading to a growing sense of loneliness that he struggles to acknowledge. Despite his professional success, there’s an underlying emptiness that lingers in the corners of his mind during long flights and business meetings—an absence of connection that he yearns to fill.
Meanwhile, Rose finds herself driving through a quaint small town as she embarks on a long-awaited journey to visit her family. It has been years since she last set foot in this familiar yet distant place, and the anticipation is mixed with trepidation. Memories of her childhood flood back as she navigates the winding roads lined with trees that seem unchanged by time. However, the thought of reuniting with her family is clouded by the lingering presence of her ex-boyfriend, who still resides next door to her parents' house. The prospect of encountering him again fills her with unease; she can’t help but remember their tumultuous breakup and the unresolved feelings that still linger beneath the surface.
As Rose approaches her destination, she wrestles with a whirlwind of emotions: nostalgia for the warmth of family gatherings juxtaposed against anxiety about facing someone from her past who once held such significance in her life. Each mile brings her closer not only to her family's embrace but also to confronting the ghosts of relationships gone by.
Max leaned forward, his hands clasped loosely on the table. "Why don't we take this conversation somewhere more... private?" he suggested, his eyes gleaming with intent.
Rose bit her lip, her gaze dropping to the table before she nodded slowly. "Let's go."
They rose in unison, leaving behind a few bills to cover their untouched meals. Outside, the night was cool, the sky a deep indigo speckled with stars. Max led the way to his car, a sleek black sedan that looked out of place in the small town. He opened the passenger door for Rose, watching as she slid inside, her movements graceful and deliberate.
As he drove, Max could feel the weight of Rose's stare. She said nothing, just watched him with those green eyes, piercing and intense. He couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking, what images were playing behind those eyes.
"Here we are," he said eventually, pulling into the parking lot of a modest hotel. The neon sign blinked lazily above the entrance, casting a warm glow over the asphalt.
Rose reached for the door handle, but Max stopped her with a gentle touch on her arm. "Wait," he said, his voice low and urgent. "Let me."
She nodded, her breath hitching slightly as he leaned closer, pressing his lips to hers in a soft, exploratory kiss. It started slow, tentative, but quickly grew more fervent as their tongues tangled together. Max felt a rush of heat spread through his body, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation.
When they finally broke apart, Rose was breathless, her cheeks flushed. "Come on," she whispered, taking his hand and leading him toward the hotel doors.
Inside, the lobby was quiet, the lone desk clerk barely glancing up from her phone as they passed by. Rose led Max to the elevator, her hand still gripping his tightly. The ride up was silent, the only sound was the soft hum of the machinery.
Stepping off on the third floor, Rose guided him down the hallway to room 312. She fumbled with the keycard, her fingers trembling slightly, and finally managed to slide it into the slot. The lock clicked open, and she pushed the door inward, pulling Max inside after her.
The room was simple, almost generic, but Max barely noticed. All he could focus on was Rose, standing there in the middle of the room, her eyes wide and hungry. He stepped closer, reaching out to cup her face in his hands.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, brushing his thumb across her cheekbone.
Rose closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. "Kiss me again," she demanded, her voice thick with desire.
Max didn't need to be told twice. He pressed his lips to hers once more, this time with greater urgency. Their mouths moved together with practiced ease, tongues dueling for dominance. Max slipped his hands beneath Rose's shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips.
She gasped into his mouth, arching her back as he explored her torso, tracing the curve of her waistline. Her hands were equally insistent, tugging at his shirt until it came free from his pants. They shrugged it off together, the fabric pooling at their feet.
Now, with their torsos bare, Max could feel the heat radiating off Rose's body. Her nipples were hard against his chest, teasing him with their proximity. He growled softly, deepening the kiss as he palmed one of her breasts, rolling the sensitive flesh between his fingers.
Rose moaned, her hands moving to his belt buckle. She worked it open with jerky movements, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Once undone, she shoved his pants down, freeing his erection. Max nearly groaned at the sensation of cool air against his heated skin.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her jawline to her neck, nipping gently at the spot where it met her shoulder. Rose shuddered, her fingers curling into his hair as she pulled him closer.
"Fuck me," she whispered hotly against his ear, her voice vibrating with urgency. "I need you inside me, now."
Max's cock twitched at her words, already slick with pre-cum. He needed this too, craved it like a man dying of thirst. Without hesitating, he pulled Rose onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. She spread them eagerly, lifting her hips to meet his thrust.
With a groan, Max sank into her, inch by agonizing inch. Rose cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she took him all in. The tightness of her pussy squeezed around his shaft, driving him wild. He began to move, setting a slow, steady rhythm, savoring the sounds she made.
"Yes," she hissed, her head tossing from side to side. "Like that, oh God, just like that."
Her encouragement spurred him on, driving him to pick up the pace. Each thrust pushed him deeper, until he was pounding into her with reckless abandon. Rose matched his fervor, meeting him thrust for thrust, her hips bucking wildly.
"Faster," she begged, her voice breaking with emotion. "Please, faster, harder!"
Max complied, slamming into her with everything he had. His balls slapped against her ass with every impact, creating a rhythmic slapping sound that echoed in the small room. Rose's cries grew louder, more desperate, until she was practically screaming with pleasure.
"Cum for me," Max growled, his voice strained with effort. "Let me feel you cum around my cock."
Rose whimpered, her entire body tightening around him. "I'm so close," she panted, her grip on his shoulders turning bruising. "Oh God, I'm going to cum!"
That was all it took. With a final, earth-shattering thrust, Max spilled himself inside her, his seed blasting into her depths as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over him. Rose followed right after, her orgasm tearing through her with enough force to make her see stars.
For a moment, they lay there, locked in each other's arms, bodies trembling with exertion. Then, slowly, Max pulled out, collapsing beside her on the bed. Rose turned her head, panting heavily, her eyes half-lidded and glazed over.
"Wow," she breathed, her voice barely audible.
Max chuckled weakly, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yeah," he agreed. "Wow."
But even as they basked in the afterglow, the question remained: What next?
Max rolled on top of Rose, their bodies still slick with sweat from their previous encounter. He gazed down at her, his blue eyes smoldering with desire. "Ready for another round?" he murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl.
Rose's green eyes sparkled with excitement as she nodded. "Absolutely," she whispered, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest.
Max shifted his weight, positioning himself between her thighs. He pressed into her gently, feeling the warmth of her body against his. She moaned softly, her hips arching up to meet him. "Tell me what you want," he said, his voice thick with need.
"I want you to take me," she replied, her breath hitching. "Make me yours."
He groaned at her words, his control slipping as he thrust into her with renewed vigor. Rose cried out, her nails digging into his back as she clung to him. They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies becoming one as they lost themselves in the moment.
Max pulled back slightly, lifting Rose's leg over his shoulder. "Wrap your other leg around my waist," he instructed, his voice commanding yet gentle. She obeyed, her legs tightening around him as he shifted position.
The new angle sent shockwaves of pleasure through both of them. Max buried his face in the crook of her neck, nipping and kissing as he drove into her with abandon. Rose's moans grew louder, her body trembling with each powerful thrust.
"Max... oh God..." she gasped, her voice breaking. "Yes, just like that."
He lifted his head, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Their tongues danced together, the intensity of their connection growing with each passing second. Max could feel his release building, but he wanted to draw this out, to savor every moment with her.
He pulled out slowly, watching her reaction. Rose whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed as she tried to steady her breathing. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice shaky.
"Just changing things up a bit," he replied with a wicked grin. He positioned her on all fours, her ass high in the air. Rose glanced over her shoulder, her eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation.
Max lined himself up, pausing to savor the sight before him. Her curves were perfection, her skin glistening with sweat. He couldn't wait any longer. With one smooth motion, he plunged into her from behind.
Rose screamed, her head thrown back as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Max grasped her hips, guiding her movements as he set a relentless pace. The bed creaked under their combined weight, the sound mingling with their heavy breaths and passionate cries.
"You feel so good," Max groaned, his voice strained with effort. "So fucking tight."
Rose's reply was a primal moan, her body bucking against his with wild abandon. She reached between her legs, her fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in sync with his thrusts. The dual stimulation pushed her closer to the edge, her orgasm looming large on the horizon.
Max's eyes widened as he watched her touch herself. The sight was too much for him to bear. He increased his speed, pounding into her with reckless intensity. "Come for me, Rose," he demanded, his voice gruff with urgency. "Let go."
With a cry that could have shattered glass, Rose did just that. Her entire body convulsed, her inner walls clenching around him as she descended into the abyss of her climax. Max followed her over the edge, his own release hitting him like a tidal wave.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies twitching and quivering in the aftermath of their passion. Max wrapped his arms around Rose, pulling her close as they caught their breath. "Wow," he breathed, barely able to form the word.
Rose snuggled into his embrace, her fingers idly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. "That was incredible," she murmured, her voice laced with contentment.
Max kissed the top of her head, his mind racing with possibilities. "There's more where that came from," he said, his tone teasing yet sincere.
"Show me," she replied, her voice a sultry whisper. "Teach me everything."
Max reached over to the nightstand, his fingers brushing against a silk scarf that had been left behind by a previous guest. He picked it up, feeling the smooth fabric between his fingers, and then turned to Rose, who was lying on the bed, her eyes already half-lidded with anticipation.
"Close your eyes," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. Rose obeyed without hesitation, her breath hitching as she felt the cool silk brush against her eyelids. Max gently wrapped the scarf around her head, ensuring it was snug but not too tight, and tied it in a soft knot at the back of her head.
Rose's heart pounded in her chest, the rhythm accelerating as the world went dark. She could hear Max moving closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Don't move," he commanded softly, his tone dripping with authority. "Just feel."
Her body tensed slightly at his words, a thrill coursing through her veins. She could feel his hands hovering just above her skin, the heat radiating from him like a palpable force. Then, slowly, his fingers grazed the delicate curve of her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
"You have such beautiful skin," Max murmured, his fingertips tracing the path of her collarbone, dipping down to explore the valley between her breasts. Rose gasped, her nipples hardening instantly at his touch. "So soft, so responsive."
He continued his exploration, moving lower, his hands skimming across her ribcage and down to her waist. Rose bit her lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape. His touch was electric, each brush of his fingers leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
"Such a perfect body," Max continued, his voice husky with desire. "Every inch of you is flawless." Rose whimpered, her legs parting instinctively as his fingers found the slick heat between her thighs. He teased her clit with a feather-light touch, circling the sensitive nub with exquisite precision. "You're so wet," he breathed, his voice thick with arousal. "So ready for me."
His fingers delved deeper, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Rose arched her back, her hips rising to meet his hand. "Oh God," she cried out, her voice muffled by the blindfold. "Please, don't stop."
Max chuckled softly, his thumb returning to her clit, applying pressure as his fingers thrust inside her. "I won't stop," he promised, his voice dripping with dark promise. "Not until you're begging for more."
Rose's mind whirled, her thoughts fragmented and disjointed. All she could focus on was the relentless pleasure building within her, the waves of ecstasy crashing over her with increasing intensity. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with need.
"Max," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "I... I can't take much more."
"Shh," he soothed, his fingers never faltering. "Let go, baby. Just let go."
Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, rushing over her with overwhelming force. She cried out, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her. Max held her close, his hand still working between her thighs, prolonging her release until she was utterly spent.
As the last tremors of her climax subsided, Rose collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving with exertion. Max removed the blindfold, his eyes dark with lust as he gazed down at her. "Feeling better?" he asked, his voice tender.
Rose nodded, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. "Yes," she whispered, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "But I think we still have some unfinished business."
Max smirked, leaning down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. "Oh, I definitely agree," he murmured against her mouth. "And we have all night to finish what we started."
Rose's hands roamed his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of muscle beneath his shirt. "Then what are we waiting for?" she challenged, her tone playful yet laced with undeniable desire.
Max grinned, pulling away just long enough to discard the scarf. "Patience, my dear," he said, his voice teasing. "Good things come to those who wait."
Rose watched him with hungry eyes, anticipation coiling in her stomach. As he climbed back onto the bed, she could feel the heat of his bare skin against hers, the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress. He kissed her again, this time with a fierce intensity that matched the throbbing need between her thighs.
His hands returned to her body, reclaiming their territory with possessive vigor. Rose moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders as he explored every inch of her. "Max," she panted, her voice quivering with need. "Please... I need you inside me."
Max lifted his head, his eyes locking onto hers with a predatory gleam. "Say it again," he demanded, his voice rough with desire. "Beg me."
Rose hesitated for only a moment before complying, her pride melting away under the heat of his gaze. "Please, Max," she pleaded, her voice soft but insistent. "I need you. Now."
Satisfied, Max positioned himself at her entrance, his cock hard and eager. He thrust inside her, eliciting low moans from Rose.
Looking into each others’ eyes it was long before they both reached their climax together. “Oh, Max.” She exclaimed. “Im...going to...” With that Max let out a guttural groan as their climaxes crashed into them sending them both spiralling. As they lay panting, glistening with sweat, they both shared glances staring into each others’ lustful eyes. He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his expression softening for a brief moment.
Rose glanced around the room, her eyes settling on a neatly folded silk scarf that had been left on the bedside table. She picked it up, feeling its smooth texture between her fingers. Max watched her with a mix of curiosity and anticipation, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Come with me?” Rose asked, feeling playful. She led Max around the room with the silk scarf.
"Close your eyes," Rose said softly, her voice carrying a playful edge.
Max obeyed, allowing Rose to gently tie the scarf over his eyes, knotting it securely but not too tight. The world went dark, and he felt a thrill run through him. He was at her mercy now, completely at the whim of her imagination.
"Now," she whispered, "let's play a little game."
He felt her hand slip into his, guiding him forward. Her touch was electric, sending shivers down his spine. She led him around the room, stopping occasionally to let him explore with his hands. He touched the cool surface of the dresser, the rough texture of the carpet beneath his feet, the soft fabric of the curtains. Each sensation heightened his awareness of her presence, of her control over him.
Rose guided him to the bed, pressing him gently down onto the mattress. He sat back, his hands resting on the edge of the bed, waiting for her next move. She climbed onto the bed beside him, her body brushing against his as she moved.
"Are you ready for your surprise?" she asked, her voice low and sultry.
Max nodded, his breath catching in his throat. He heard the rustle of sheets as she moved, and then something cold and wet pressed against his lips. He opened his mouth instinctively, tasting the sweetness of strawberry-flavored syrup. Rose pressed the spoon deeper, feeding him more of the delicious liquid. He swallowed, savoring the taste as she continued to feed him.
"Good?" she asked, her tone teasing.
"Delicious," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
She removed the spoon and set it aside, her hands roaming over his chest. He felt her fingers dip into the syrup, smearing it across his skin. The sticky sweet sensation sent a jolt of arousal through him. She kissed her way down his torso, licking the syrup from his skin with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue. He groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as she reached his nipples, laving them with her warm, wet mouth.
Rose moved lower, her hands and mouth working in tandem to cover his body with the sweet treat. She reached his navel, dipping her fingers into the syrup and tracing intricate patterns around it. Max clenched his fists, fighting the urge to rip off the blindfold and watch her devour him.
"Please..." he gasped, his voice raw with need.
Rose chuckled softly, her breath hot against his skin. She moved lower still, spreading the syrup over his thighs and inner groin. Max shuddered as her fingers found his hardening length, coating him in the sticky, sweet substance. She wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly, teasingly.
"You like that?" she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.
"Yes," he panted, his hips thrusting into her hand.
She increased the tempo, her grip firm and insistent. Max's head fell back, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel the pressure building inside him, nearing the edge of release. Just when he thought he couldn't take any more, she stopped, leaving him suspended in that torturous place between pleasure and pain.
"Rose..." he groaned, his voice pleading.
She moved up his body, straddling him. Max felt the heat of her core pressing against his erection, but she didn't sink down on him. Instead, she shifted slightly, positioning herself just out of reach. He groaned in frustration, his hands moving blindly to find her.
"Shh," she soothed, pressing a finger to his lips. "Patience, Max."
She leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest. He felt the coolness of the syrup on her skin, mingling with the heat of her body. She kissed him, her lips slick with syrup, her tongue exploring his mouth with hungry eagerness. He tasted the sweetness of strawberries and the saltiness of their mingled sweat.
Rose broke the kiss, her lips trailing down his jawline to his neck. She nipped at his skin, her teeth sending another shiver through him. She continued lower, her mouth finding the syrup on his chest. She licked and sucked, her tongue tracing every inch of his skin. Max's hands gripped the sheets, his entire body taut with anticipation.
When she reached his nipple, she bit down gently, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. She alternated between sucking and biting, her actions deliberate and calculated to drive him wild. Max's back arched off the bed, his hips thrusting upwards in search of friction.
"Rose, please..." he begged, his voice breaking.
She relented, her mouth moving lower still. He felt the warmth of her breath on his aching length, followed by the softness of her lips. She teased the tip with her tongue, swirling around it before taking him fully into her mouth. Max cried out, his hands tangling in her hair as she worked him with expert skill.
The sensations were overwhelming—her lips sliding up and down his shaft, the suction of her mouth, the occasional scrape of her teeth. It was too much, too intense. He could feel himself slipping over the edge, his release imminent.
"Rose, I'm..." he started to say, but she intensified her movements, drawing the words from him in a desperate gasp.
"Let go, Max," she urged, her voice muffled by his flesh. "I want all of you."
That was all it took. With a shout of release, Max spilled himself into her mouth, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm. Rose swallowed, her movements never faltering until he was spent.
She pulled back, giving him a moment to catch his breath. His hands remained tangled in her hair, his fingers stroking the strands gently. He could hear the sound of her breath, rapid and shallow, as she lay beside him, her body still humming with residual arousal.
"Your turn," she breathed, her voice laced with satisfaction.
Max blinked, trying to process her words. His mind was foggy with pleasure, but one thing was clear: he wanted more, needed more.
"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice rough.
Rose smiled, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. "I think it's time for your surprise," she said, her tone mischievous.
Before he could react, she shifted again, this time lowering herself onto him. The sensation of her wet heat surrounding him was nearly enough to send him over the edge again. She sank down slowly, impaling herself on his rigid length with a moan of pleasure.
Max's hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as she began to move. He could feel every inch of her, the slick walls of her pussy gripping him tightly. Her body writhed above him, her movements languid and sensual.
"Rose..." he groaned, his voice a mixture of ecstasy and desperation.
She bent down, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. Their tongues danced together, sharing the intensity of their mutual pleasure. Max's hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, skimming down her sides, gripping her ass. Every touch, every sensation, fed the fire burning between them.
Rose broke the kiss, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "Max... harder..." she pleaded, her voice quivering with need.
Max obeyed, thrusting upwards with renewed vigor. Rose matched his rhythm, her movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies locked in a frenzied dance of lust.
"Yes... oh god... yes..." Rose cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Max felt the pressure building inside him once more, his release looming closer with each thrust. He could see her climax approaching, her body trembling with the effort of holding on just a little longer.
"Come for me, Rose," he growled, his voice commanding. "Take everything I have to give."
With a scream of pure ecstasy, Rose came, her inner muscles clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Max followed immediately after, his release tearing through him with explosive force.
They rode out their orgasms together, their bodies shuddering with the intensity of their shared climax. When it finally subsided, they collapsed into each other's arms, their breaths mingling as they drifted into a blissful, post-coital haze.
Max gently guided Rose into the small bathroom of their hotel room. The tiled floor was cool beneath her feet, sending a shiver up her spine that had nothing to do with the temperature. The shower curtain was a soft, translucent blue, and as Max turned on the faucet, water droplets began to bead on its surface, casting sparkles of light in the dimly lit room.
"Let's get you cleaned up," Max murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. He reached for the soap, a bar of lavender-scented luxury that filled the air with a calming yet invigorating aroma. The scent mingled with the steam rising from the shower, creating an almost dreamlike atmosphere.
Rose stood still, her eyes half-lidded with anticipation as Max began to wet her body with the warm water. The sensation was both soothing and electrifying, the heat of the water contrasting sharply with the coolness of the air around them. Max’s hands moved slowly, first along her arms, then down to her sides, leaving trails of moisture in their wake.
His touch was deliberate, each stroke of his fingers sending pulses of arousal through her body. As he moved lower, his hands circled her waist, tracing the curve of her hips before dipping between her legs. Rose gasped softly at the intimate contact, her breath hitching as Max continued his slow, methodical exploration.
"Do you like that?" Max whispered, his lips brushing against her ear as he continued to tease her sensitive flesh with gentle strokes.
"Yes," Rose managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. Her knees felt weak, and she leaned back slightly against Max for support.
Max responded by lifting her slightly, pressing her against the cool tile wall of the shower. The sudden change in position caused Rose to cling to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to the new angle. Max took advantage of her momentary vulnerability, sliding one hand between her thighs and using his thumb to tease her clit.
The sensation was overwhelming, and Rose bit her lip to stifle a moan. Max’s touch was relentless, circling and teasing until she felt waves of pleasure begin to build within her. He was in complete control, and Rose reveled in it, surrendering herself entirely to his skilled hands.
As the intensity increased, Max added another layer to their shower play. He reached for the soap again, rubbing it between his hands to create a rich lather. The creamy suds were warm and slick as he spread them over her body, covering every inch with care. Rose could feel the soap melting away under the spray of water, leaving behind a sensual residue that only heightened her arousal.
Max’s hands roamed freely now, exploring her breasts, her stomach, and finally returning to the juncture between her legs. His fingers found her entrance, slick and ready for more. He slid two fingers inside her, watching her reaction as he began to move them in slow, deliberate thrusts.
Rose arched her back, her head falling forward as she surrendered to the pleasure. "Please, Max," she panted, her voice strained with need. "Don't stop."
Max didn’t intend to. With his free hand, he reached for the showerhead, adjusting the stream so that the water fell directly onto her clit. The combination of his fingers inside her and the direct spray of water against her most sensitive spot sent Rose spiraling toward climax.
Her body trembled with the force of it, and she cried out as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. Max held her steady, his fingers continuing their rhythm even as she rode out her orgasm. When she finally collapsed against him, Max caught her effortlessly, cradling her close as the water continued to rain down around them.
For a moment, they simply stood there, the sound of the water filling the silence between them. Rose’s breathing gradually slowed, and she looked up at Max with a mixture of gratitude and lingering desire.
"That was... incredible," she murmured, her voice soft and breathless.
Max smiled down at her, his expression tender yet filled with his own unspoken need. "There’s more where that came from," he said, his tone promising more intimate explorations to come.
Rose shivered again, this time not from cold but from pure, untamed hunger. She wanted more—more of Max, more of this connection, more of the raw, unbridled passion that seemed to ignite between them with every passing second.
Without a word, Max turned off the shower and wrapped a plush towel around Rose, drying her gently before pulling her into a tight embrace. The warmth of his body against hers was a stark contrast to the cool air of the bathroom, and Rose felt herself melting into his touch once more.
"What’s next?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper as she looked up at him, her green eyes dark with desire.
Max’s answer was immediate and unequivocal. "Next," he said, his voice thick with promise, "We take this to the bed."
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The End