Olivia was never a conniving woman, except maybe when convincing dates not to call her again. She finally had the only date she ever wanted, and she wouldn't let him go, at least not until she had to board the train. With one job offer, Max had one foot in Connecticut and the other in Boston. Neither feet would ever be in New York beyond family gatherings. Even those would take place in Wellesley since she and her parents were mobile and Max would always be juggling his on call duties.

Olivia melded her body into Max's on the dance floor. She waited a long time to spend a night alone with him and wanted to make the most of it, even if it only resulted in the best memory of her life. Unfortunately, she knew with time memories lost their vivid details.

She pressed her lips into his neck, and he rewarded her by holding her tighter. For one night, he wasn't the Max who picked a fight and ran. The pattern had been occurring for eleven years. She allowed it as she bought time while he finished training. Even when he extended it two years with the fellowship, she didn't give up.

Their hearts beat together in the same pattern. Would she be her father who lived without the one he loved or her mother who built a life with hers? Max refused to listen, but she planned to fight for the stubborn man. Eventually, she would get through his thick skull. In fact, she planned to hold her card close to her vest and let him think he won. After her earlier phone call, she realized her father's parting gift was the means to follow Max to Boston. She would prove she wanted him regardless of the hours he worked.

The band played two slow songs in a row, and they stayed pressed together. Max whispered. "We don't have to stay all night."

She looked at the other two couples. Both women looked asleep on their feet. "Let's go." Her belly flipped.

They were both quiet on the ride to his place. The radio was on low and the female GPS voice cut through the silence occasionally. Olivia feared Max was working up his excuse. If he tried to sleep on the floor, she would join him.

"That was fun. I like your friends."

He nodded. "It was great. Liv don't."

She put her hand on his thigh and slid it up. "Don't you dare ruin this night. I've waited a long time and you owe me this much."

"Olivia, nothing has changed. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, nothing has changed. I'm used to your excuses. You owe me tonight." She waited over a decade for this chance. The night he came to New York couldn't happen because of other people, but Graham was gone as well as his consenting adult. Olivia Browning was also an adult, and she planned to consent.

His breaths were shallow as she settled her hand right next to his groin on his strained trousers. He couldn't deny the power of her touch.

The night air was cold as they walked into his little apartment. "Drink? I have lemon."

She chuckled. "Do you want one?"

"Yeah. I'm done driving."

"The benefits of city living. I'm never driving."

"Good thing, because you don't know how."

He teased, but the heat creeped into her checks. Number one on her to-do list was to learn to drive.

He busied himself mixing drinks, as she slipped out of her shoes. Her feet didn't hurt, but she liked being barefoot.

When he turned to hand her the drink he looked down at her. "You shrunk."

She took a sip and put her glass down. It was as good as at any upscale bar in the city. "Just got more comfortable. Take your tie off." She reached up and unknotted the silk for him as his Adam's apple bobbed. She turned around and said, "Do you mind?"

His hand was cold and made her shiver as he pulled the zipper down her back. She stood where she was and took a deep breath in. As she let it out she let her dress fall to the floor.

Max's voice caught in his throat. "Liv."

He said nothing as she stood with her back to him in a black lace bra and panties. She looked down at herself approving of the white mounds overflowing the black lace. Stepping out of the dress she turned around and reached up to pull the pins which held her hair up. Lola's books trained her in the art of seduction.

Max stood like a statue, except his eyes which roamed down and back up the length of her. "Oh God," he murmured.

She took his glass out of his hand and took a sip before putting it down next to hers. With both their hands free, she reached up and pressed her body against his. When he met her halfway with his mouth on hers, she won. Never had she been devoured the way Max controlled her mouth. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. She felt lightheaded as pressure built in her core. Pulsing and wet, she tried to press further into him. His erection pressed too high into her belly.

She pulled on his shirt but it was tucked in too tightly. Her hand moved between them for his belt. Max pulled back and looked down at her hands. "Show me what you know."

"I had a good teacher."

He tensed as she ran her fingers along the ridge in his pants. "Lie down," he hissed.

She climbed on the bed. But used her elbows to prop her head up. Max hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt enough to pull over his head and discarded it on the floor near her dress. He let his pants drop to reveal a sexy pair of tight black boxer briefs. She sucked in so much air she coughed.

His weight made the mattress bounce as he climbed up the bed. He trapped her with his strong arms. When his mouth met hers, she let her elbows relax. His hand behind her back guided her down onto the mattress. His tongue probed her mouth, and she threw her leg over his. Like a dog, she needed to rub her desire. His hand appeared and cupped her mound. A finger slipped along her seam, before plunging into her folds. She groaned, and he moaned.

"You are so wet." The pace of his finger caused the tension to build in her. He didn't stop as his mouth left hers and found her breast. He licked and sucked and bit each peak causing her back to bend. Her eyes rolled back in her head as an explosion spread from her core outward.

When she opened her eyes, Max smiled at her like the Cheshire Cat. "Liv, that was the sexiest thing I have ever seen."

"I don't remember it being so intense."

He chuckled. "After hours of foreplay it was bound to be."

She had moved her attention to him as her hand reached into his tight shorts. Her hand movements were constricted, but she wrapped her palm around his shaft. He sucked in a breath. "Wait."

He shifted his body and shed his pants before pulling off her panties and flinging them across the room. He returned and put his naked weight on her. His lips sought hers again and when he lifted off hers, he said, "The rest of my life lemon will make me hard."

Olivia giggled, as her chest exploded with joy. He would always want her. He busied himself with unclipping her bra. "Surgeon fingers?"

He chuckled. "Something like that."

She watched his face as she ran her hand up and down his length. "Jesus, Liv. I can't. Stop or I'll ruin it for you."

She put her hands on his broad bare back as he positioned himself between her legs. She vibrated with need as he said, "Look at me."

Her eyes met his brown beauties. The amber ring was wider than ever, but they were uniquely Max's eyes. Inch by incredible inch he pushed into her. She didn't think he would fit, and when he stopped, she felt full. They were as close as humanly possible. As he moved inside her, he gently kissed her eyes, nose and mouth before returning his eyes to hers.

She held inside the three words screaming to be heard. He shifted his body and lifted her bottom. Rubbing inside her, her nerves tightened. As the tension grew, he moved faster. A smile crossed his face when she threw her head back. While her body exploded and she squeezed his shaft inside her, she lost eye contact. His jagged breath exploded with a guttural groan before he collapsed on top of her.

"My God, Liv. Never in my life. Only once, it came close, but it was rushed and I was freaked out about hurting..."

"Shhh." She quieted him with her mouth. "I know. I love you too. Shhh. Don't ruin this. You can tell me not to, but I will never stop. I know you love me too."

"Liv. You are beautiful and amazing."

"I know. It's okay. I'll wait for you. Now get up and get me my drink."

He did as she said, taking his warmth with him. He handed her a glass, and she sipped. "Every time I drink this I think of you."

"I know." He smiled. "I love the lemon, but put the glass down before it spills. I want to taste you." She gasped, and he laughed like an evil villain.

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