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"I need you," I pleaded. I was nearing the piqué, and I didn’t want to fall without him.

"Not yet," he denied.

"Please," I begged.

"In a minute," he didn't budge.

"Max, honey, now!" I stressed.

He must have heard it in my voice. The pure desperation to have him. To feel him inside me. In a swift move, he gave me what I needed. Instantly, my body bowed, my mouth opened, and a low moan came out. I was still enjoying the orgasm he gave me when his hips bucked, he thrust two times before he started to glide. He wrapped his arms around me, and my skin absorbed the guttural sound that came out of him.

"Every fucking time," he muttered in amazement.

"Every time what?" I panted.

"Every time I think it can't get more perfect than it is. That you can't get more perfect than you are," he got up on his forearms and looked down at me through the dark. "And every time, you prove me wrong."

My limbs convulsed around him, and he cursed before he went back to giving me beauty.

***

"Oh my, " Valeria breathed.

It was afternoon. Late afternoon. Beside the middle of the night nookie, we had sex three more times. After the third time, I pushed him away and said he needed to feed, or I would expire from exhaustion. He did. And after, when I mentioned Valeria, he brought me my phone and gave me space.

After the first word left my mouth, Valeria demanded, “Tell me now, mi Bambina, who is he.”

I didn’t know how she knew there was a man in my life, the one who loved me, the one who encouraged me to be me and the one who kept me on my toes, making every day an exciting one, she said in her wise tone.

“Whenever there’s a light tone in a woman’s voice, there’s always a man who made it so. And I’m beyond happy, my darling girl that you finally have one who gives that to you.”

It was a little bit weird, hearing those words come out of my ex-fiancé’s mouth, but Valeria was Valeria. She was more mine than Nico’s, so I didn’t think about it too much. I opened my eyes, and thanks to Max realized that family was not formed in blood. Family was whoever you choose it to be... and I choose Valeria. And Melanie. Max, I didn’t choose so much as he deemed so, but I was more than happy for that. I kept going and told her everything, which got the oh my response from my Valeria. We chatted a little bit more and decided we were going to have a barbeque so she could lay eyes and assess Max in person. After we hung up, I once again called Kiki and once again didn’t get any answer. I was fed, I got my dose of Vitamin D for the day, and I was craving Max, so I went in search of him. I found him in front of the house, building my porch. Between sex, during the recuperation time, he quietly asked me if he could see the designs, I wanted my home to look like. I shortly wondered how he knew those even existed, but I remembered Melanie met him, she was the one who told him. I did, and after he silently studied them for some time, I became nervous.

“It was just an idea when I didn’t have anything. You don’t need to do this for me. I want our home to be something we both want.”

I reached to take the folder away but he held it out of reach.

“Is this manageable for the kitchen?” he asked, his eyes drinking in the picture of a grey wooded, double island kitchen that had a healthy dose of stainless steel in the design.

“Yes,” I said uncertainly. “Do you like it?”

“Do not change a thing,” he turned his head, his eyes burning in mine. “You’re a fucking genius, Bean. I didn’t know a house could look like that.”

“A home,” I corrected him.

“A home,” he agreed.

We talked about it, going over each drawing, and when I mentioned a porch, he instantly said he would build me one as soon as possible. I guess that meant right away.

“Do you need a break?” I asked, leaning at the open doorway.

He was hot, he was sweaty, and the instant he saw me, his smile turned predatory. I knew his answer was yes. I squealed and ran to the bedroom. I didn’t make it. He caught me on the stairs. Our clothes were in a pile at the top one. And he had me screaming in ecstasy on the floor in a hallway.

I was gliding down his cock. It was a miracle but he let me on top. After that first time, he was always in control. His knees were bent, and his hands were at the top of my legs, his thumb working my clit.

"Babe," he urged me to go faster, harder.

"Not yet," I leaned forward and put my hands above his head for leverage.