My Brother's Billionaire Best Friend - Max Monroe Page 0,103

next month, I’m going to take it one step further.

I’m going to ask her to marry me.

It might seem a little fast to some, but to me, it’s not fast enough.

That woman is my world, the rest of my life, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to waste any more time diving straight into our forever. Marriage. Babies. The whole-fucking-shebang. I want it all, and I want it with Maybe.

Hell, I’ll even move to the suburbs, get the white picket fence, and strap our future kid in one of those Baby Bjorns around my chest if that’s what will make her happy.

I grin at the mental image that conjures as I click to open the one email I’ve been waiting on.

To: Milo Ives

From: Dave Wilson

Milo,

The ring will be ready by Monday.

Your design turned out damned beautiful.

I’ve attached a photo below for you to see for yourself.

Don’t hesitate to call my cell if you need anything.

Sincerely,

Dave Wilson

Infinity Diamonds

New York, New York

I click to open the photo, and the sight of it has me mentally patting myself on the back and grinning like a lovesick son of a bitch.

In the center of the photo sits a twisted pavé rose-gold band with the most exquisite pale pink diamond in the center. Goddamn. Dave was right. It’s beautiful.

That pink is Maybe’s favorite color, and per Lena’s discreet advice, it’s the exact color of my girl’s aura—whatever the fuck that means.

The instant Dave showed me that diamond, I knew it was the one.

And once I secured Bruce Willis’s approval, I set the wheels of my proposal into motion.

Next month, we’re going to head to Austin for a four-day weekend, and I’ve already convinced Taylor McHough to give Maybe the time off.

She’s going to think it’s a last-minute Fuse business trip.

But I know better.

And so does Evan.

Less than thirty days and she’ll be my fiancée.

And then, she’ll be my wife.

I shoot Dave a quick email, thanking him for his help, and let him know I’ll see him Monday.

Just before I dive into the next order of business, making sure my assistant Clara finalized all of our Austin trip plans, the sounds of footsteps moving down the hall give me pause.

I look up from my laptop to find Maybe standing in the doorway, completely bare, and on primal fucking instinct, my eyes turn hungry. Greedy. Damn ravenous for her.

I can’t help it. When it comes to Maybe, I’m certain I’ll never stop craving her.

She tiptoes into my office, walks around my desk, and I turn my chair to meet her.

She stops when her knees barely brush mine.

Her long brown locks hang past her full, pert breasts, and her eyes are so damn sweet and doe-like, they might as well be a live wire to my cock.

Fuck. She is sexy.

“Milo,” she whispers my name, and I don’t miss the way her teeth bite into her bottom lip or the way her thighs tremble as she fidgets underneath my gaze.

“What do you need, kid?” I ask her, but she doesn’t respond.

She just looks at me with those big brown eyes of hers and traps me in their never-ending depths.

“Maybe?” I prompt again. “What do you need?”

“You.” One word. Three letters. And powerful enough to make my cock harden and twitch beneath my boxer briefs. “Right now.”

Déjà vu hits me like a fucking freight train, and it’s like my fantasies have come to life.

And just like my dreams, I don’t hesitate to give her what she wants.

Between one breath and the next, I’m on my feet and she’s in my arms with her legs wrapped my waist.

My lips to hers, I kiss her deep as I walk out of my office, down the hall, and into our bedroom.

“I need you, Milo,” she whispers into my ear. “I can’t wait any longer. I need you inside me.”

Fuck.

Before I know it, we’re on my bed, Maybe beneath me and my boxer briefs a distant fucking memory on the floor.

My cock is at her entrance, the tip sliding through her wetness, and I groan at the painfully delicious feel of it.

God, I love her. I want her. I fucking need her too.

“Please,” she begs. “Please make love to me.” Her hips gyrate from side to side, and that movement pushes the head of my cock inside her.

She is so soft. So warm. So wet. So tight. So perfect.

She moans, and a deep guttural groan escapes my lungs.

The urge to push my cock in deeper is so strong, it makes my thighs shake,