He was probably looking for a more specific answer thanwhatever gives me an orgasm. Truthfully, she wasn’t exactly sure what her full range of options were. That was why she was sitting here, across from the world’s hottest guy, ready to get the sexploring started, to figure that out.
He shook his head slowly. “Tell me. I want details.”
She bit her lip. “You go first. What do you like?”
Max’s eyes were heavy with desire, and he smiled as he ticked off items on his long fingers. “I’d like blow jobs, going down on you and fucking you from behind, to begin with. Your turn.”
The scenes Max alluded to rushed through her mind. Max’s mouth between her legs. Or sucking him off. Or her on her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder as Max guided his cock into her. Yep, she liked those ideas.
She gave him a quick smile. “I like oral sex, too. I could definitely use your help on my technique, considering the fact Wayne turned down my blow job in favor of extra sleep.”
Max’s expression darkened. “I can’t believe that had anything to do with you.”
She blinked a couple times at his reaction. He sounded almost...angry. It happened so rarely that she wasn’t sure what to do with it.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m over it.”
Mostly.
Max took a long breath. “Natasha, you’re incredible. Any guy who doesn’t make you feel that way has no business being with you.”
His eyes were bright and intense, and he looked so serious. The intimacy of his stare was doing crazy things to her heartbeat.
Natasha cleared her throat. “Have you ever done it in public?”What the hell, Nat?She’d scrambled to find a different subject and—well, she’d done that.
Natasha glanced up at Max. His eyes were wide.
“Goddamn,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re skipping the minor leagues and going straight for the championship game, aren’t you?”
“Just because I’m not all...” she waved her hand in the air, searching for the right words “...out there doesn’t mean I’m an innocent young thing. Seriously, growing up as Illana Petrova’s daughter introduced me to plenty of things I couldn’t unsee.” She grimaced. Plenty of things. Including walking in on her mother’s boyfriend fucking a much younger starlet on an empty film set one day. That had been followed by a lesson on how easy it was to get swept up in sex or fame with a man and mistake that for something deeper when he wasn’t on the same page. Yeah, Natasha had had enough crazy to last her a lifetime.
Max was scowling now. Shit. How had they gotten into this territory so quickly?
“Look, I didn’t mean for this to get all...” She paused. “Personal and talky. Let’s move on.”
Max looked a lot less relaxed now. He had stilled, and he was watching her, his expression much darker and, well, very un-Max-ish.
Natasha looked at her clock. “We only have one hour and nineteen minutes left before Alya’s shoot is over.”
He nodded slowly, but he still didn’t move. Where the hell was the man who took nothing seriously? Suddenly, the way they were sitting, every part of this, felt way too personal. Natasha bit her lip.
“Let’s get started,” she said quickly. “But I have a rule—no wasting sex time on the past.”
Finally, a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Fine. But I reserve the right to make rules, too.”
