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thought five days later as she walked back to her apartment after taking Maximilian for an afternoon walk. He was unusually frisky, leaping and barking and making her laugh. The kids on the beach made her laugh. The cool little wavelets frothing over her feet made her laugh.
It was Friday, Maxwell was on his way home from a doctor’s appointment, and they’d spend the evening and the night together as they had every evening and every night for the past four days. And the weekend—she shivered. Two full days with him. Forty-eight hours. Non-stop.
Oh yeah. Sex with Max was better than any mood-lifting drug known to mankind.
Even the dark cloud of worry about Silvia was manageable. She hadn’t heard from Silvia since last Monday, B.M. Before Max. When she still had the capacity to fret and worry. It seemed to have left her body, together with all her sexual inhibitions. And all that empty space? Filled by her new lover.
Maybe Silvia had pulled a Paige? Maybe she’d found herself a super lover and had disappeared for a week somewhere?
After all, she was in Argentina, a country full of Latin lovers. Of course, there was no Latin lover on earth who could compete with Max, but still. Paige imagined having a laughing girl-fest with Silvia over a glass of wine at that swanky place on De Mott Street. I was worried about you , she’d say, and Silvia would smirk, her dark eyes dancing with amusement.
“OK. Got it. Not to worry,” Paige said out loud to the imaginary Silvia, bending to ruffle the fur behind her dog’s ears. “I should take a leaf from your book, big boy, and be a little less anxious. Though I’d try not to have that goofy expression on my face.”
He was panting and yipping, tongue lolling out of his mouth, in dog heaven. A long walk with his mistress and at the end of it food. What else was needed to be happy?
“Indeed,” Paige said, not even annoyed with herself that she was talking out loud to her dog. “What else is needed? Besides fantabulous sex?”
Max yipped in agreement, and she laughed as she opened the door and almost tripped over Max, who was scrambling to get inside, barking wildly because it was food time. Thank God the only neighbor was Max, who had a real soft spot for her Max.
Though, come to think of it, it appeared that human Max was also her Max. Now wasn’t that delicious?
She shook her head as she reached under the sink, doggy Max’s enthusiasm reaching frantic proportions. They’d definitely started something , but it was too early to say just what. It was enough that, so far, whatever it was, it was pretty wonderful.
Max was bouncing off the walls. Though doggy Max was like a marine when human Max was around, obeying instantly, he reverted to the slacker teenager he really was in the presence of his mistress.
Paige had one obedience trick in her arsenal. “Only good dogs get food.” She usually said that in tones that would have been used by an old-time school marm. Sometimes it actually worked, depending on how hungry Max was.
The jumping stopped but the barking didn’t, so she sighed and filled his food and water bowls.
Max had said he wouldn’t be back before six, which gave her time to get some work done in her study, have a really nice, long, leisurely bath, and start cooking. Heat washed over her as she wondered whether they’d end up eating the food at midnight, as they often did.
After amazing sex.
Oh, God. She sat down abruptly, her legs giving out.
For a moment there, she’d had a sensory memory of being held tightly by him as he moved in her, hovering in a blaze of heat on the knife’s edge of an orgasm…
She gave a shiver and simply sat for a moment, because her legs wouldn’t hold her, flushed red with the memory of this past week.
Max watched her, head cocked, probably wondering what his insane mistress was up to.
Reliving the most intense sexual experiences of her life, that’s what. But she couldn’t tell him that. He was only eight
It was Friday, Maxwell was on his way home from a doctor’s appointment, and they’d spend the evening and the night together as they had every evening and every night for the past four days. And the weekend—she shivered. Two full days with him. Forty-eight hours. Non-stop.
Oh yeah. Sex with Max was better than any mood-lifting drug known to mankind.
Even the dark cloud of worry about Silvia was manageable. She hadn’t heard from Silvia since last Monday, B.M. Before Max. When she still had the capacity to fret and worry. It seemed to have left her body, together with all her sexual inhibitions. And all that empty space? Filled by her new lover.
Maybe Silvia had pulled a Paige? Maybe she’d found herself a super lover and had disappeared for a week somewhere?
After all, she was in Argentina, a country full of Latin lovers. Of course, there was no Latin lover on earth who could compete with Max, but still. Paige imagined having a laughing girl-fest with Silvia over a glass of wine at that swanky place on De Mott Street. I was worried about you , she’d say, and Silvia would smirk, her dark eyes dancing with amusement.
“OK. Got it. Not to worry,” Paige said out loud to the imaginary Silvia, bending to ruffle the fur behind her dog’s ears. “I should take a leaf from your book, big boy, and be a little less anxious. Though I’d try not to have that goofy expression on my face.”
He was panting and yipping, tongue lolling out of his mouth, in dog heaven. A long walk with his mistress and at the end of it food. What else was needed to be happy?
“Indeed,” Paige said, not even annoyed with herself that she was talking out loud to her dog. “What else is needed? Besides fantabulous sex?”
Max yipped in agreement, and she laughed as she opened the door and almost tripped over Max, who was scrambling to get inside, barking wildly because it was food time. Thank God the only neighbor was Max, who had a real soft spot for her Max.
Though, come to think of it, it appeared that human Max was also her Max. Now wasn’t that delicious?
She shook her head as she reached under the sink, doggy Max’s enthusiasm reaching frantic proportions. They’d definitely started something , but it was too early to say just what. It was enough that, so far, whatever it was, it was pretty wonderful.
Max was bouncing off the walls. Though doggy Max was like a marine when human Max was around, obeying instantly, he reverted to the slacker teenager he really was in the presence of his mistress.
Paige had one obedience trick in her arsenal. “Only good dogs get food.” She usually said that in tones that would have been used by an old-time school marm. Sometimes it actually worked, depending on how hungry Max was.
The jumping stopped but the barking didn’t, so she sighed and filled his food and water bowls.
Max had said he wouldn’t be back before six, which gave her time to get some work done in her study, have a really nice, long, leisurely bath, and start cooking. Heat washed over her as she wondered whether they’d end up eating the food at midnight, as they often did.
After amazing sex.
Oh, God. She sat down abruptly, her legs giving out.
For a moment there, she’d had a sensory memory of being held tightly by him as he moved in her, hovering in a blaze of heat on the knife’s edge of an orgasm…
She gave a shiver and simply sat for a moment, because her legs wouldn’t hold her, flushed red with the memory of this past week.
Max watched her, head cocked, probably wondering what his insane mistress was up to.
Reliving the most intense sexual experiences of her life, that’s what. But she couldn’t tell him that. He was only eight
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