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He started gaining the reputation of being known as the modern-day Lothario, and people were wary. -=- Max arrives at his hotel an hour before their date, enough time for him to get ready. As he steps into the shower, he imagines what it would be like if Celine was there with him right now. He pictures her sexy naked body as it gets drenched under the warm spray of the shower. In this daydream, she tilts her head up towards the shower spray. Letting the water cascade down, from her face to her neck, touching and separating around her breast, then converging again to meet down the V of her thighs.

Maxwell Ellie is leaning over the counter. Her breast almost spilling over the small bikini top. The thong of her swimsuit draws attention to her firm buttocks. I lightly run my fingers up the back of her thigh. Ellie jumps, but relaxes when I put my hand on her back. In a gentle voice, I say, “We got married eight months ago, and I have never gotten a good look at you naked.” “Would you like to see?” she asks as she seductively shakes her hips.

My thumbs caressed her ribs, slowly moving up to the outline of her breasts, which were round and firm, feeling her shiver at the contact. And I asked, with a tone of hope in my voice I could barely disguise. "What are we now, then?" She opened her mouth to answer, but before the words could come out, the door to the room opened, and Max walked in, as carefree as ever. The scene he found was, to say the least, unexpected—the two of us, completely naked, on his couch. The shock was mutual. Lindsay and I quickly covered ourselves, while Max, with an expression between horror and amusement, began to back away, cursing. "Damn, guys, seriously? On my couch? For God's sake, get a room!"

The message contained seven pictures and one video, and the picture she saw first left her shocked. She clicked it fully open with speed, her heart racing. This had to be a trick, she knew it. Anna didn’t want to believe it, there were pictures of Maxwell and Linda together in a way that was not proper. They were both naked on bed with her lying on his chest while taking pictures. Anna felt her heartbeat racing. “No, this can’t be happening again,” she muttered to herself. This must be Photoshopped or something. She opened the rest of the photos and her heart raced further with everyone, she felt her legs literally shaking, unable to carry her body anymore. These were recent pictures from to

The sound woke up Maxwell, who had been sleeping on the bed. “Wifey, what happened?” He asked blurrily. Sonnet glanced at him. She could not help but take in a sharp intake of breath. Maxwell usually wore his dinosaur-print pyjamas to bed. However, he had fallen asleep topless today. His firm and toned muscles were visible. His skin was fair as well. Sonnet felt triggered by the sight of his fair skin. The effects of the drug caused her to wane in and out of consciousness. Her breath was extremely warm. He wanted to control himself, but he found it hard to do so.

And when she snaked her hands into his bathrobe and touched his bare chest, Maxwell let out a deep moan and instantly, the rhythm and tempo of the kiss changed. It was as if that single touch; that arousing touch of her hand on his bare skin for the very first time diminished all of his restraint and changed the course of the searing kiss. With his burning lips still glued to hers, Maxwell abruptly pulled off the top of her night gown and flinged it away, leaving her in nothing but the flimsy inner gown which left the upper part of her boobs and half of her thighs exposed.

I don't… ”he started to deny, but he seemed undecided about his answers; That confirmed what he feared. Oh, my God! "Max ..." I mumbled his name under my breath. "I ... Nish, it's kind of complicated," he replied. "Maybe once, but I swear it was only once!" I put a hand to my head a little embarrassed. "It can't be," I fanned myself with my hand. "You saw me ... naked." God, if one day they told me that Max Stuart would see me naked, I wouldn't believe it. And I didn't even know how it looked to him.

"Come on Leanna, think about it, about who he's dated, do you really think he didn't sleep with any of them?" "He…" I start, but I don't know what to say and Max sighs, pulling out his phone and scrolling through it. "I didn't want to do this, but, look." He shows me a photo on his phone, the date only a week ago. A guy asleep in only his boxers and a black haired girl next to him, wearing nothing at all. The photo is too blurry to make out who they are, but it looks like Nathan. A lot like Nathan. His arm is over her waist, but other than that it's as though they're not touching and from the photo it doesn't look like the guy's got a nipple piercing.

Dawn shook her head. “Let’s start with the good news.” “We have actual clothes. I found two of your shorts in here. They probably got mixed in with mine,” Maxwell said. “But the only shirts we have are these.” He pulled out one extra-large T-shirt with a print that read: [I Put the ‘Max’ in Maximum Pleasure] “And this is yours,” Maxwell said, showing a small-sized shirt that read: [I Survived the Max Attack!]