“You feel so good,” he manages to huff out as he slides the hand from my hip to between my legs from the front. The pads of his fingers find my clit and he presses down on it, creating a friction against it from within as he thrusts in and out of me.

It comes out of left field, catching me by surprise. An orgasm to end all orgasms, it seems to reverberate through every square inch of my body all at once and with a force so brutal I open my mouth to scream but I can’t because I’m robbed of air.

I shudder hard and my pussy contracts involuntarily around Max’s cock and I know he feels it because he falters a moment before pulling out almost all the way and hammering home one last time, where he roots himself deeply into me.

My name seems to rip free of his throat, one long groan hitting each syllable in my name. “Julianne.”

He grinds against my ass as he comes, his fingers loosening and contracting around my neck seemingly in sync with the bursts of semen I know are filling the condom up.

I can hear Max suck in a deep breath and then his hands go to the back of the cushion to rest beside mine. He lowers his body until his stomach and chest are pressed to my back and he nuzzles into my neck.

“God, Jules,” he whispers in a way that tells me he’s robbed of breath too. “You make me crazy.”

“In a good way?” I whisper back with a smile.

“In the best of ways,” he says, then presses a kiss to my cheek before he straightens up.

I’m wrecked so I just stay in my position as he pulls out of me, but when he mutters a harsh, “Well, that’s just fucking great” I pull myself up and turn to face him.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, and then follow his gaze, which is pinned down on his dick, which is surprisingly still thick and long.

Aside from the beauty of his cock, I gape at the condom, which has a huge hole in it starting from the top and tearing halfway down his shaft. His semen is leaking out and a large drop falls to the floor just as I feel a trickle start to run down my inner thigh.

“Oh, shit,” I whisper in astonishment.

His eyes raise to mine and they’re filled with disgust. “Did I just hurt you?”

I jerk with surprise, a baffled look on my face. “What? No!”

“I fucked you so hard I shredded the damn condom, Jules,” he spits out as he stares down at the mangled piece of rubber, contempt for himself evident in his tone.

Oh, my God. The look on his face . . . so full of consternation and befuddlement. Me standing there gaping at him with my pants in a stranglehold around my knees and Max’s joy slipping down my legs.

My hand flies to my mouth and I manage to clamp it over my lips just as the first snicker works its way out. But it’s not enough to hide it and Max’s head snaps up and his eyes narrow onto me. “You think it’s funny?”

My eyes crinkle with amusement and I pull my hand away, giving him a chastising smile. “I think the way you look right now is fucking adorable.”

Max rolls his eyes at me and mutters, “The condom broke, Jules.”

“Yes, it did,” I agree and then I can’t help but sigh. “And that was the best fucking I’ve ever had in my life.”

“Seriously,” he asks as he eyes me with wonder. “That’s all you have to say?”

“Um,” I say as I bat my eyelashes at him. “I’m on the pill so chances of me getting pregnant are slim to none. I’m clean so there’s nothing for you to worry about.”

“I fucked you so hard,” he grits out again, seemingly unable to get past that, “that I shredded the goddamned condom. I’ve never lost control like that. Never had that happen to me before.”

I grin at him impishly. “So I take that to mean you’re clean too, right?”

“Jules,” he growls at me, but I see the tiniest of curves in his lips. “I’m being serious. And, of course, I’m clean.”

I take a hesitant, waddlelike step toward him, careful not to trip and fall on my face because my legs are so constricted. “I’m being serious too, Max. That was awesome and I’d like to do it again, just like that and soon. Although, I do feel like we should write this condom company and tell them their product sucks and that it can’t hold up to the big, power cock of Max Fournier. Who knows, maybe they’ll reformulate the product and then offer you an endorsement deal.”

“Jesus, you’re fucking cute,” he says as he smiles at me, then brings a hand to the back of my head to pull me in for a kiss.

I readily give him the kiss back.

When he pulls away, he says, “Let’s get cleaned up and head to bed.”

“We going to do this again?” I ask with my head tilted.

“Damn right we are,” he says quickly. “And I guess this means we can dispose of the condoms, right?”

“They’re not worth a shit anyway,” I say in agreement.

Max laughs and kisses me again. I wobble slightly but manage to stay upright.

“What did I do to deserve you?” he asks in wonder.

“All the right things, apparently,” I tell him, but I’m smiling hard on the inside because I’m the one that’s been granted the miracle when this man was brought into my life.

Chapter 15

Max

“Okay, we have chocolate concrete with brownies,” I say as I push the cup of ice cream across the tabletop to Levy. “Plain vanilla with caramel sauce for Rocco, and a banana split for Annabelle.”

I parcel out the ice cream and then spoons and napkins. It’s a required treat after we spent that last few hours roaming around the Durham Life and Sciences Museum, looking at bears and wolves and lemurs, walking through the butterfly house and playing on all of the outdoor equipment.

I’m completely fucking wiped but the kids still look like they have a ton of energy.

They dig in, dipping their spoons in and then pulling out massive globs of ice cream and assorted goo that’s way too big for their mouths but still manages somehow to fit in.

I smile as I watch them and then give a quick check of my watch. Jules should be getting home within the hour and I’d hoped to have the kids all fed, bathed, and ready for bed by the time she got there, but we’re running late.

We’re running late because we had a seriously awesome fucking day today, and well . . . who wants to stop the awesome?