Free Shira by Tressie Lockwood

her hard and deep.
    “Yes, yes,” she encouraged him. “Take all of me, Max.”
    “I intend to.”
    He thrust so fast and hard over and over, but the movements were controlled to the point that he didn’t bump her cervix or cause her any pain. Her muscles stretched around his girth, yet they sucked at him as well, eager to be invaded. Shira rotated her hips the best she could.
    “Max, I want to pump,” she begged.
    He whipped out of her and rolled them both to the end of the bed. Shira found herself sitting on his lap facing him, and he entered her. She held onto his shoulders while he grasped her hips. “Do it,” he encouraged her.
    Shira began bouncing up and down his length. She arched into his chest, and each time she rose or fell, her taut nipples scraped his chest and sent missiles of pleasure to her pussy. She called out his name, and he shouted hers. They found each other’s mouths, and Shira pushed her tongue between his lips. She couldn’t get enough. Her libido was high, but Max’s seemed to be a good match.
    “Please tell me you can keep this up all night,” she pleaded.
    The growl she heard this time couldn’t be mistaken—definitely animal. She didn’t give a damn as long as Max ravished her and she could come again.
    “I will take you as long as you can handle me,” he told her. “Make no mistake about it—you will beg me to stop before I am done.”
    Shira squeezed her legs around his waist. “You’re on!”
     

 
    Chapter Seven
     
    Shira woke up to her hand killing her. If her stitches weren’t busted under the bandages, she’d be surprised. Not once in their all night sex party had she thought of the injury, but now it could not be ignored. She climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. Max wasn’t beside her when she opened her eyes. He was an early riser, yet he didn’t mind eating breakfast late. Only at that moment, looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, did she realize they had fallen into a routine over the last couple of weeks.
    She grinned. “Damn, I almost look like a woman in love.”
    Shira shook her head. No way. Too soon. Max would be a rebound relationship, so it couldn’t go anywhere. As she brushed her teeth, flossed, and used mouthwash, she wondered what he thought of them having sex the night before. I just hope he’ll want a repeat as often as possible.
    After she was dressed, she headed toward the kitchen, checking rooms to see if she spotted Max. He was nowhere in sight. When she got to the kitchen, she noted the sheet of paper there, and a flutter stirred in her chest. Get a grip, Shira. You’re not in love, girl. She thought the words in a sing-songy tone that did nothing to help her pull it together.
    The note was short and without emotion:
     
Needed to go to the bank. We will make arrangements about where you’ll go when I get back. Do not leave before then.
- Max
     
    Shira sank into a chair, glad it was behind her because she hadn’t checked before her knees gave out. All the giddiness of a moment ago drained away. Whatever she’d thought about last night was not how Max saw it. He was, under no circumstances, in love. To her bitter disappointment and shame, tears welled up in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks.
    Of course she couldn’t blame him. After all, she’d been trying to convince herself from the beginning. A man like Max Macgregor didn’t choose a woman like her to be with long term. He was on another level. The sex had been good. She knew he’d enjoyed himself, but that was it. Shira could feel good that she had brought him out of his funk and helped him to smile. He had protected her, and it sounded like he wanted to help get her on her feet so she could leave town. She should sit here and be grateful, happy even.
    While she sat there feeling sorry for herself, the doorbell rang. She sniffed and found tissue to wipe her nose. No one ever visited, and as far as she knew Max hadn’t ordered more furniture. Not that he was