Olivia had offered herself to him twice, and he selfishly took what he wanted. Even as he nuzzled his face between her legs, he was being selfish. Her proclamation of love wasn't a revelation for him. He had known for a long time. He wasn't exactly sure when it started for her, but definitely before she took up camp in his heart.

She whimpered as he continued to make magic with his teeth and tongue. Never had a girl tasted so sweet. He had tasted a few, not all his encounters resulted in traditional sex. Sorry Bill Clinton but it was all sex as long as an orgasm was involved. He had a knack for giving them out, but never had his gift pleased him like with Olivia.

Max savored her like an ice cream cone until her bucking stopped and she trembled. He felt proud of himself for giving her a trifecta.

He looked up at her lying still with her chest heaving. "Liv, are you okay?"

"I. I never knew how amazing it would be."

He smiled, feeling proud. As Max moved up the bed, he captured the sated curvy body in his arms. Spooning her naked body, he listened to her breathing even off as it lulled him to sleep.

Waking with a weight on him, he opened his eyes to see the ceiling above and Olivia next to him, with her leg thrown over him. Turning his head, he silently moaned. He woke in time for rounds on a day he wasn't required to attend. As he turned on his side, he carefully put her leg on the bed. Maybe waking her wouldn't be the worst thing. Instead, he watched her peaceful face as she slept. In his career, he watched lots of people sleep - tiny babies post surgery, worried mothers taking a quick nod, older children sleeping soundly. None have ever been as beautiful as Olivia in her naked glory. What would she do if he flipped her on her back? The thought of it made him hard, too hard to fall back to sleep. He would need a nap later to get him through the night.

A bug on his cheek and nose, he swatted it. He awoke and his eyes popped.

"Ouch." Olivia leaned over him. "You hit me. I just kissed you."

He smiled. "I thought you were an insect crawling on me."

"Thanks a lot."

He stretched. "Were you waking me?"

She nodded. "I'm hungry."

Chuckling, he nuzzled her neck. "For me?" She giggled. "What time is it?"

"Ten."

He never slept that late. "Seriously." He reached out and lifted the covers off her. Feasting his eyes of her endless smooth skin, he said, "How hungry are you?"

Beautiful Olivia straddled him. "Not that hungry."

He ran his hands down her back to her narrow waist gripping her hips and guided her to rub against his engorged length. His lips itched to explore further than they had in their haste. He flipped her over and started on her lips systematically moving from mandible down to her smooth cervical to the defined clavicle. He took a detour at the sternum savoring the right breast then the left before moving down the rib cage. His hand ran over the curve of the ilium. He had visited his final destination, the pubis, before. Leaving a kiss, he moved back up letting his hand explore the pelvic area further. She was ripe and ready for his rigid sex.

His voice was thick in his throat. "How do you want me?"

"Now!"

He chuckled as he positioned himself between her thighs with her legs on his shoulders. "Let me know if it's uncomfortable." She nodded as she bit her lip. "You trust me?"

She nodded. "With my life. My heart. My..." He plunged into her. "Oh, God."

While they rocked together, he watched her face. He felt her pelvic muscles tighten just before she came undone. As she rode it out, he came with a force that took his breath.

When he slowed, she gasped. "What was that?"

"Fucking amazing. Jesus Livvy, you are incredible."

She blushed from her cheeks to her breasts. "I'm hungry."

He rolled off her. "How about the diner?"

She sat up. "The one we went to before?"

"The one and only. Come on, let me give you the full erotic experience. Let's take a shower."

She looked ready to pull the shy card, but jumped up instead. Max didn't dare tell her he had never showered with a woman before. She would read too much into it. Bold Olivia washed him all over. She pointed to his erection.

"What about that?"

He chuckled. "We can discuss the options while I wash you."

"Options?" She smiled.

"I can pin you to the wall come inside you. Or you could get on your knees." Her eyes widened. "No. Turn around." She bit her lip. "Don't worry. Trust me."

He soaped her and rubbed himself against her smooth back at the curve of her spine. Grinding into her, he pressed both hands on the shower wall for support. Burying his face in her fragrant neck, he swung his hips once, twice and came spurting on her back. Turning towards the spray he cleaned himself.

"Wash up. If I don't step out now, we'll have to go with option two."

Her eyes widened. He laughed as he stepped out. Feeling guilty, he knew she would do anything he asked, but he loved her too much to ask. She was still so innocent no matter how much she tried to hide it.

Denise smiled when they walked it. "Doc, this is a surprise." She turned to Olivia. "He always comes in to eat alone."

She laughed. "You said that the last time I was here with his brother."

"I remember now. It was ages ago. You've grown more beautiful. Hasn't she?"

Max nodded. "She has." Denise was an instigator. It had been twelve years, at least.

Denise walked away with their drink orders - one coffee and one tea. "I like her."

Max frowned. "She may be the person I'll miss the most."

"You have friends?"

He nodded. "A lot of them have moved on like the guys from last night."

"I would love to get together with them again. Maybe after the babies."

"Livvy. Nothing has changed. I'm going to Boston to work sixty plus hours a week and you'll be planning parties, feeding the hungry, and keeping the Dees out of trouble in New York."

"It doesn't have to be like that." She pouted.

If only he had listened to his smarter head. The little one dove right in, and the big one was chanting 'I told you so'. Denise returned with their drinks and cheerfully took their orders. Olivia ordered toast.

Max sighed. "She'll have an omelet with cheddar to go with the toast."

She stuck out her tongue after Denise left. "Liv, you promised. Next time we see each other everything will be back to normal."

"Just like the last time?"

"Exactly." He nodded, but it had taken him months to get her out from under his skin. Sex didn't help, nor did abstinence. "Maybe you'll find someone to date to make you forget."

"I never forgot. Can we talk about something else? My estranged father is dying."

"Liv!"

"It's fine, Maxwell. I'm strong and determined. You can tell me to give up and stop loving you, but I'm not ready. I'm the truthful one. You're the liar who pretends he doesn't love me."

"Livvy." His pleading whisper ended with a lack of words. He had words but none were ones he wanted to say.

"After we eat, you can take me to get my stuff. It shouldn't take me long to pack. I just need to pick up the clothing you threw around the room."

He didn't argue with her. The weekend ended exactly how he expected. They didn't talk as they ate. He walked into the diner famished, but wasn't really hungry. Olivia took a few bites and pushed her food around.

Back at his place, she put her dress back in the garment bag and packed her shoes and makeup case. He was doing the daily Wordle when she stood with her hands on her hips. "I'm ready."

The ride to the station was silent. When he parked in front, he took her hand. "Thanks for being my plus-one. I just want you to know that if you want to talk about your dad, I'll listen."

She nodded. "What if I want to talk about the man I love who doesn't love me?"

"He's an ass."

"Don't I know it. Thanks for the sex. It was the best I ever had."

Before he could reply she jumped out of the car, opened the door to the back seat, and pulled on her suitcase. He had to race around the car. "Let me help."

She tugged. "I got it." It hit her knee, and she didn't flinch, as she walked away.

"Olivia, are you hurt?"

She yelled back. "Yes, but not my knee."

He studied her gait to see if she was limping. When he returned to the driver's seat, he pounded on his steering wheel. "Dammit!" How could something so wonderful end up awful?

He never napped. At four o'clock, he did his rounds to see who was in house for the night. Max hoped it would be a busy night, not likely on a Sunday.

I know. It always end like that ⭐️⭐️⭐️