“Too easy,” he scoffed.
Max said nothing more to me after that...at least, not during the rest of our shift. Instead, he focused on his side of the bar, making drinks and collecting tips. He passed by me several times without saying a word and for a second, I thought maybe he was tired of my bitching and complaining and was realizing just how annoying I could be.
I mean, I had the key to his apartment now and he had apologized. What more did I need?
Before I knew it, it was three in the morning and our shift was ending. I cleaned the bar, counted down the register, and was out of there in no time.
“Goodnight, Max,” I said as I started to walk out of the break room.
“Yeah. Goodnight,” he muttered over his shoulder as he stood in front of his locker.
I started to ask him if we were hanging out the rest of the morning, but he looked away so quickly that I didn’t have the chance.
I hurried out of the club, rushed to my car, and slammed my door behind me, cranking the car up.
I pulled away from Capri with tears in my eyes, and it was my own damn fault. Why did I always have to make things difficult?
I entered my apartment, slamming my bedroom door behind me, so glad Emilia had spent the night at her boyfriend’s house.
Moments later, a knock sounded on the front door and I went for it, checking the peephole. I wasn’t shocked to see that it was Max. I knew he’d come, most likely to stir the brewing pot even more.
I yanked it open. “What the hell do you want, Max?”
Instead of answering, he barged right in, picking me up by the waist and bringing my back to the nearest wall after slamming the door shut behind him.
“What do I have to do to get you to realize that this is not easy for me? That I’m trying like hell with you?” he rasped.
I narrowed my eyes at him, refusing to respond.
He studied my eyes, every feature of my face.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered.
I frowned, and only did so because it was uncomfortable not having them around him while he had me pinned to the wall in his arms.
As I did, his lips came to my neck he sucked on the crook of it gently.
I fought a moan, doing my best to push him away by the shoulders. He pinned my wrists to the wall, refusing to let me fight against what he had to offer.
“You can be so damn stubborn,” he grumbled on my neck.
“Whatever,” I sighed.
He carried me to the bedroom and my back landed against another wall.
I gasped as the kisses continued, sensual and angry grazes of his lips, then he laid me on the bed, and I couldn’t help but sigh.
In seconds he’d snatched off his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and freed his dick. Then he pushed the hem of my dress up, exposing my pink panties.
Leaning down again, he crushed my lips with his and I tasted liquor on his tongue. I sank my teeth into his bottom lip and he groaned, wanting more. He clung to me, one hand cupping my cheek, kissing me deeply, holding me, fighting and loving me at the same time.
He tore his mouth away and lowered his head, trailing small kisses down my neck, my collarbone, and my chest. I shuddered a breath.
Before I knew it, he was inside me, thrusting slow and deep, taking me like he owned every inch of me. And maybe he did.
I gasped and then moaned, no longer able to put up a fight. With each thrust, my walls were being broken down bit by bit.
“I love you, you know that?” he asked gruffly. “I fucking love you. I need you and I hate fighting with you. I hate that shit, Shakes. Tell me you do, too.”
I could have, but I would have been lying because fighting always led to intense moments like this. Rough, pleasurable makeup sex. The type of sex I’d never gotten from anyone else.
When I didn’t answer, Max dragged my body to the desk, knocking papers and other miscellaneous objects onto the floor. My stapler went flying to the carpet, crashing and splitting.
My back pressed on the cool brown wood as he spread my legs apart, slamming into me, then groaning as he clutched my thighs and my fingers clawed into his shirt.
The desk rattled, but didn’t break. My body built up more and more, reaching climax.
I cried out and he let out a deep groan as he released too. We panted through the moment, and I tried so hard not to smile. Instead, I shut my eyes, taking it all in, and holding him close.
I felt his body lean backwards and opened my eyes. He was already looking at me. “You didn’t say it back,” he murmured.