Max Protect: Gridiron Love by Imani Jay

Author:Imani Jay [Jay, Imani]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: needs an amazon review
Publisher: Independent
Published: 2022-10-07T04:00:00+00:00

8

Seli

Fucking asshole. Did Max bring me here to butter me up with memories of us?

I try to think, try to keep my resolve, be strong, blah blah blah. You try staying strong and level-headed while the man of your dreams is holding you in his big, strong arms. Smelling like an entire goddamn pine forest. Feeling warmer than a soft throw blanket spread in front of a fireplace. All the while looking at you like he hasn’t done in half a decade. With warmth, affection, desire and that certitude, that assurance you’re his and he will never let you go.

“Goddammit, Max O’Malley, stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” he has the gull to ask.

I push against his stupid, immovable chest.

“Like I’m fucking yours.”

The slow, sexy grin that hooks up one side of his mouth lets me know I said the exact wrong thing.

“And stop fucking smirking, Max. You lost the right to smirk at me when you… you… you fucking asshole…”

My voice breaks with a sob, and I start hitting his chest with fisted hands. Max wraps his huge paws around my fingers, ridiculously easily incapacitating me. I drop my forehead in the middle of his chest, all the fight having left my body. Years and years of pain and staying strong, not breaking, not shattering under the weight of all I’ve lost. My friend, my one and only love.

“You lost all right to me, Max,” I keep crying.

And he gently shushes me, at the same time running the pads of his thumbs over my cheeks. Wiping my tears away now that my arms hang at my sides.

“Don’t say that, baby.”

“Fucking ‘baby’?” I ask.

That’s when I find the strength to take a step back, removing myself from his embrace. I furiously wipe my face, cross my arms over my ample chest, and cock a hip out.

“What’s happening, Max?”

I stare up at his gorgeous face, hating how much I love seeing him this close. Having all his intense attention fixed on me. How I can see his flaring nostrils, knotted brows and pinched full lips. Fucking Viking James Bond! The way he fucking fills this tuxedo should be illegal.

He takes a step forward, and I step back. Max gives a quick headshake, frustrated by my retreating moves. We continue this stupid dance till the back of my legs hits the teacher’s desk. Scrambling to regain my footing, I find myself cornered, ass on the top of the desk. Max instantly sees his opening and moves in like he’s known to do on the field. Swift and smart. He nudges my knees apart with his tree-trunk size legs, advancing till we’re crotch to fucking crotch. A devilish, toothy grin, worthy of a fucking pirate on his fucking handsome face.

Two large hands grab my back and pull me flush to him as he leans his huge body over mine.

I barely let out my cry of, “Max!”, that he takes my mouth… The kiss is long, slow, deep, delicious. Long overdue and good! So goddamn fucking good! His tongue, his lips, his teeth, his entire mouth tastes heavenly.

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