“Max.” The words escaped my mouth seductively as I started to unbutton my sweater and wiggle out of my jeans. When Max stopped stirring, I knew I’d gotten his attention. “It’s my turn to surprise you. I promise I didn’t let anyone touch me.”

No words breathed out of Max’s mouth. In fact, I wasn’t sure he was breathing when he saw me with nothing on but a black lace bra and a G-string. Walking to him seductively, I placed my hands on his chest, and that was all I needed to do.

Max turned off the fire, lifted me up, and set me on the counter. Sliding between my legs, he pulled me into him. My whole body blazed from our bodies pressing together. “Nobody touches what’s mine,” he growled with heated breath. I could feel the intensity behind his words and his hot breath as he spoke, sending chills down my spine. His possessiveness toward me always turned me on.

“Want a taste of my delicious beef?” His lips curled up into a sexy smirk.

I knew he meant the beef stew, but there was a double entendre behind it. Before I could say a word, he placed his finger in my mouth and slowly pulled it out.

“You’re a great cook,” I commented, letting my tongue seductively glide across my lips while savoring the taste of the sauce.

“I’m good at a lot of things,” he said matter-of-factly, watching my tongue move across my lips again.

“Aren’t we confident?” I teased, leaning back just a tad to push my br**sts toward him, needing his touch.

“Arrogant,” he said. “I can be very arrogant. And I am damn good at making Jenna feel pleasure.”

Suddenly, Max dabbed a splat of sauce on my neck. “I think I’ll try some Jenna sauce.” Oh God! His tongue was working perfectly on that spot on my neck. My breath heaved and quickened when he dripped some more sauce between my br**sts.

“Delicious,” he mumbled on my flesh. Then he yanked my bra just enough to allow his mouth to suck from one nipple to the other.

“Max.” I shuddered, unable to take anymore. Pulling his head back, I gave him the look and knew he understood.

Anchoring my legs around his hips, he pressed me against the kitchen cabinet while his hands ran along my thighs. He slammed his lips into mine and sucked all of the breath out of me. While kissing me, he managed to take off his shorts, then let me down to remove his T-shirt and the rest of what I had on. He was fierce, hot, and ready...and so was I.

Max lifted me up again and planted my back against another cabinet door. I didn’t know where he was getting his strength, but he was unstoppable. Heavy gasps left my lungs when Max entered me. Oh God! He felt so good. The room was spinning and I was intoxicated by the pleasure he was giving me. Max had no mercy as he pumped, sucking the nipple that was conveniently right in front of his mouth.

“Jenna, you’re so wet. I love how you’re wet for me,” he panted. “Did you miss me the way I missed you?”

“Yes,” I whimpered, nearly exploding from his words and his hips grinding his dick deeper inside of me.

My head spun even more when Max swung me to the kitchen island. “Say it louder, Jenna.” His words seethed out of his mouth.

With my back against his chest, he entered from behind; one hand teasing the hell out of my clit, the other hand kneaded my breast. Max stimulated every sensitive area on my body that would make me explode even harder.

Max shifted my body and took me to the sofa. We were now face to face and I was laying on something soft. When he entered me, he cupped my face and gazed lovingly into my eyes. Every nerve in my body awakened, every muscle in my body quivered, and every inch of me felt his love and the pleasure he was giving me.

“Welcome home, babe. Thank you for my surprise.” Then he gave me all of him. Little did he know he had another surprise coming.

After dinner we got ready for bed. My stomach was in knots and my heart was pounding too fast for me to keep up. All I had to do was open my mouth and tell him, but at every opportunity I had lost the courage.

When we got into bed, knowing it was my last chance for today, I told myself that everything would be fine. Though the lights were turned off, I could still dimly see his face from the night-light we had decided to use when I bumped my head finding my way to the bathroom.

“Max.” I snuggled closer to him, and pressed my head against his chest.

“Yes, babe.” With his eyes closed, he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“I need to tell you something, but I’m scared.”

Max shifted his body to turn on the lamplight and instantly sat up. “What is it? Is everything okay?”

I squinted my eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness. “Everything is fine.” My old habit came back again as I fidgeted with my thumbs. It was so difficult to look at him. “I have something growing inside of me.” Max didn’t let me finish. He started to freak out.

“Jenna, what’s growing and where? Do you have cancer? Did you go see a doctor? I know the best doctors. We’ll fix this. Nothing is going to happen to you. I won’t let it.” His words came out so fast I couldn’t stop him.

Before Max lost it, I had to calm him down. His eyes went straight to his cell phone on the nightstand. He was about to spring out of the bed and call someone, perhaps a doctor, in the middle of the night. Resting my hands on his shoulders, I looked him squarely in the eyes. “Max, I’m pregnant.”

He sunk back on the bed and stared at me as if I had spoken to him in Chinese. “Max...did you hear what I said?” I gulped, anticipating his words.