Luckily I was wearing jeans and the material was thick, but it didn’t matter. Max obviously didn’t like the fact that I was giving his brother lots of attention and ignoring him. In fact, my attention was all on his family. They were fascinating. They lived a life style most families dreamt about. Having the best and the finest things in life, going anywhere on vacation and not having to worry about money…who wouldn’t dream about that?

Besides spending lots of money, they were involved with charities, which made me love them even more. Max’s parents were almost like my parents: good, down to Earth, except they were financially well off and then some. Having money didn’t matter to me, but the fact that they were nice and knew that I was one of their employees dating their eldest son, and they still treated me as if I was part of their family, touched me deeply…way too deeply.

After lunch, Carlos and another lady cleared the table. Max’s parents excused themselves to attend a function, and Max and I spent the afternoon with Matthew. As Max and Matthew gave me the tour of the grand house and their amazing backyard, they told me short stories of what they did when they were growing up, what types of sports they’d played, the mischievous pranks they’d played on their nannies, and all kinds of stories to make me laugh.

Matthew had plans for dinner with his friends, so Max and I had dinner at his house. I thought he would try to seduce me, but he was being really good. After that darn pinky rubbing against me, I thought for sure he would’ve tried, but that was not the case. He stole a few kisses here and there, but impressively, I was happy to know that sex was not always on his mind, and he was taking this relationship as seriously as he claimed to be.

Max walked me to my apartment. I didn’t know if I was suppose to invite him in, but luckily he spoke first. “You made me really happy today,” he gushed as his fingers played with mine.

“Just today?” I giggled. It was that look of warmth and want he gave me that made me all shy and bubbly.

“You know what I mean. I was afraid you would back out on me.” His hand trailed up my arm, over my shoulder, caressing the side of my neck with his fingers.

Max was afraid? “Why would you think that? I told you I would go.”

“I know,” he said. His eyes became softer, sparkling against the light, looking dreamy. It was hard to resist the thought of devouring him. “It’s just that…I don’t want to scare you or push you away. I’ve never moved this fast before, so just tell me if I am…okay?”

I nodded.

Max continued. His eyes were deeply rooted into mine. “I’m a lucky man to have found you. I’ve never fallen so deep and so fast before. You’ve cast a spell on me. I’m going to be good, to be the man you want me to be, to be the man you deserve, the man you want to have a future with. I know your heart is big and delicate. You have to trust that I’ll take good care of it when you decide to gift it to me. It will be my amazing treasure, and I will hold it as my keepsake, inside my heart.”

“Okay,” I managed to say when his finger slid down further as he stared at my lips. All his words were beautiful. It made my heart full, but his touch left me starving between my legs.

Seemingly taking his time, he slowly inched his lips toward mine. He knew exactly what to do to drive me crazy. Shuddering from his touch, his hands shifted to my sides, and now they were gingerly kneading my br**sts. I lost control, as his lips were now in front of mine. As the anticipation of him kissing me grew, my heart hammered rapidly, and the heat flushed through my body really fast…too fast.

“Sleep tight, Jenna. And dream of me all night, making love to you anywhere you like, ‘cause I definitely will be,” he whispered. Every puff of air to my lips shot a shooting star between my legs.

Feeling my chest inflate in and out, I thought I was going to faint. Then Max pressed his body to mine and held me tightly. His kiss was tender and sweet, and leisurely. We were making out like teenagers. Then he pulled back slowly. His eyes were in a dream like state, and he blinked to gather himself. “You better go inside before I kidnap you.”

Waking up from my own daze, I shoved the key that was already in my hands through the keyhole and opened the door. Max ran his fingers through his hair and released a sigh. “Go inside so I know you’re safe, then I’ll leave.”

“Okay.” I gave him a fast peck on the cheek.

“See you on Monday,” he said, giving me a little shove inside the door as he closed the door in front of him.

Trying to cool down, I placed my back against the door, but I knew Max hadn’t left yet. There were no footstep sounds. Wanting to see what he was doing, I looked through the peephole. Both of his hands were on the door and his head was down. This was too adorable…too sweet… straight out of romantic movies. When I heard the sound of his footsteps, I knew he was leaving, and that made me feel empty.

What do I do? My heart had taken over my mind. I opened the door to see Max walking funny. I guessed he had what Becky had mentioned to me before, something called blueballs—when the man got really hard and was unable to release the pressure. Giggling softly, I watched him near the elevator as I tried to make up my mind.

“Max.”

Max whipped around. “Get back inside, Jenna. I need to know you’re safe.”

My heart was pounding. I had never asked a man to spend the night with me in my own bed before. The feeling was exhilarating yet frightening, because wanting to ask him was an indication that I had already gifted him with my heart. “Spend the night with me?” I asked shyly.