to him. “These are a bonus.”
Getting my own ready, I set the bag down within reach and held Maximo’s offered hand as I stepped into the water. The quiet jets were set low, the foam and bubbles soothing. It was the perfect complement to the fire.
It wasn’t the first time I’d used the hot tub, but it was the first time I was using it at night with the fire pit. It was also the first time I was using it with someone.
Maximo settled me in his lap before putting his marshmallow in the fire.
In it.
Like some kind of monster.
“You’re gonna,” I started before his dessert turned into a torch, “burn it.”
He blew out the flame. “That’s the way I like it.”
And then he ate the charred mess.
Again, like some kind of marshmallow monster.
“You’re crazy.” Positioning mine perfectly to the side, I spun the stick like I was roasting a pig on a spit. I was careful not to get it too close, unlike the insane person who grabbed another marshmallow, jabbed it onto his stick, and then jammed it into the flame. Again, he blew out his mini torch and ate it.
I waited until mine was just right before removing it from the heat. Careful not to burn myself, I slid it off and popped it into my mouth. The outside was perfectly browned with a hint of chewiness and the inside was liquid amazingness.
His arm tightened around my waist as he rested his chin on my shoulder.
Not dislodging myself, I reached back blindly until I felt the bag. Pulling a marshmallow out, I got it onto the stick and started my process again.
Once it was done, I shifted on his lap and offered him my beautiful creation.
After a couple bites, he nodded. “You’re right, your method is better.”
“Of course it is. Who in their right mind would eat a torched marshmallow?”
“I’ve never been patient.”
“What? I’m shocked.”
He pinched my ass under the water.
“Hey!” I shook my head. “I shared my precious marshmallow with you.”
Grabbing four new ones, he put two on each of our sticks. That time, he followed my expert slow cooking technique.
“I can’t remember the last time I ate these,” he said.
“You don’t come out every night to toast marshmallows? I’m shocked again, what with all your free time and love of junk food.”
He pinched my ass again, and I glared but couldn’t hold it long.
Settling back against him, I ate my marshmallows that’d melted into one mega-mallow before sharing, “I’ve spent a lot of time out here.”
“I know.”
Why am I not surprised?
Maximo seemed to know every move everyone in the universe made.
Taking my empty stick, he set it on the ledge behind us with his own.
“Hey—” I started before one of his hands went between my legs.
Never mind, this is better than marshmallows.
His other hand pushed into my top to tease my already hard nipples. Low and rumbly, he spoke into my ear. “Even when I shouldn’t have, I’d sit in my office,” he lifted his hand out of the water to point to the massive window that belonged to his office, “and watch you.” Dropping his hand, he pushed it inside my suit bottoms, his finger teasing me. “Watch you swim. Watch you read. Watch you float around like you didn’t have a care in the world.”
Thanks to you, I didn’t.
His finger slid into me as he used his hold to grind my ass against his erection. “I watched and I waited.”
Swallowing hard, my word came out as I moan. “For?”
“For you. For when I could have you.” Using the heel of his palm to rub my clit, he bit my neck, sucking the tender flesh hard enough that I knew it’d leave a hickey. He trailed his tongue up my neck and his lips grazed my ear as he whispered, “And just like your marshmallows, your sweetness was worth being patient.”
If his hand wasn’t already sending me over the edge, his words would.
My body tensed, my thoughts going hazy as everything faded.
It all snapped back when Maximo’s hand stilled. He began teasing again, getting me close and then stopping.
He’s trying to kill me.
The bastard.
So turned on, I was likely to explode from a strong gust of wind, I blurted, “I want to touch you.”
It was his turn to go tense. “What?”
“Can I touch you, Daddy?”
“That’s something you never have to ask permission to do, Juliet. Touch me any-fucking-time you want.”
Turning so I was straddling him, I pulled his mouth to mine. I ran my