“And I bet at least one of them was an Albertan,” Max counters and I roll my eyes.
Before I can answer him a flood of kids come running through the door for the first lesson of the day.
“Showtime,” Max murmurs, giving my arm a quick squeeze before heading over to the kids. I make my way over to the rentals desk and settle into my chair.
Before getting into my book, I watch Max for a few moments. He makes sure all the kids have their skates tied up tight before putting on his own. They all seem to look up to him and I love watching him interact with them. He’s going to be a great dad someday.
This weird feeling shows up in the pit of my stomach at that thought. I have absolutely no clue how having children would work in a polyamorous relationship. It doesn’t really matter, since this is all only temporary, but I do let myself ponder the logistics for a minute. Andy would also be a great dad. Ben too, probably. But I don’t think he likes me like that. I wonder who the kid would call dad? Both of them?
I shake my head to clear the thought train before it goes completely off the rails and vow to look it up more later then finally settle into my book.
The day flies by in a series of steamy scenes and yee-haws. I only have a few pages left in my book when I hear Max flip the deadbolt on the front door and make his way over to me.
“You about ready to go?” he asks. Max has invited me to come get dinner with him and the guys after work.
“I actually only have, like, 5 pages left. Do you mind if I finish up quickly?” I ask sweetly.
“Not at all.” Max has a mischievous grin on his face.
I return to my book but can’t help but notice Max duck down under the desk. I am pretty sure I know where this is going, but I continue to read and wait to see what he will do. Next thing I know, I can feel Max’s hands sliding up my legs and then fingers fumbling with the button on my jeans. He has my pants undone and is trying to shimmy them down my legs when I finally decide to lift my hips to help him.
“What are you doing Max?”
“Waiting for you to finish reading,” he informs me, looking up at me from between my legs.
“Okay so what are you doing to my pants?” I ask, quirking my eyebrow.
“They are in my way. Don’t worry about it. Finish your book.”
I try and go back to reading, obviously distracted by what is happening. He’s now pulling at my underwear, so I lift my hips again with a giggle. “Something I can help you with there Maximus?”
“Nope, I think I got it now. Finish your book,” he orders me again while spreading my thighs wide.
I make a point to roll my eyes but smile as I return to my book. I read exactly three words before Max’s mouth is on my pussy, lips sucking gently as his tongue swirls my clit lazily. Moaning, I slide my hips forward in the chair, causing Max to look up at me.
He pulls away from me with a frown. “If you stop, I stop. Keepreading.”
“How am I supposed to concentrate while you’re eating me out?”
“Just try. If you make it to the end, I’ll bend you over the rentals desk and fuck you silly.”
I giggle. “Okay but what if I can’t make it to the end?”
“Then I guess we’re gonna have to work overtime,” Max teases.
I go back to my book as max restarts his tantalizing torture between my thighs. I try really hard to focus but only make it through a half a page before a quiet moan escapes, and my eyes flutter close.
Max stops suddenly, making me growl in frustration. He plants light kisses against my thighs and waits for me to start reading again before continuing. This happens a few more times and I make it through two pages but literally could not tell you what happened on them. The book might as well be in a different language. Max has worked me into a frenzied mess and there is no way I am finishing this book.
“Max,” I moan breathlessly. “I can’t finish this book. You’re too good. Just fuck me, please.”
Max rips the book from my hands and chucks it across the office, making me giggle. “Anything for you, gorgeous. Especially when you ask so nicely.”
In mere seconds, Max has popped up from under the desk, pulled me up from the chair, and flipped me around so that the fronts of my thighs are pressed against the edge of the table. A hand on my back bends me over gently and a small kick to each foot has me spread open and ready for him.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” Max murmurs, running his thumb over my slit once before I hear the telltale sounds of a zipper coming undone and a condom being unwrapped.
“I could return the favour first, if you’d like.” God, I hope he says no. I need him to fuck me already. But fair is fair.
