What happens when your best friend tricks you into unwittingly submitting a successful audition tape for hot new reality dating show 'Enlisted'? For Mia Benson, the answer is contemplate friend-icide, at least until she catches wind of the $10,000-p...
He positions himself between my legs. His tip touches my center, but he doesn't enter me. He leans down slowly and takes my breast in his mouth, lightly running his tongue across my nipple. His lips glide to the valley between my breasts.
"Max," I moan.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" He lowers his mouth on my other breast, leaving me tilting my head back in ecstasy. "Or do you want me to make love to you?"
"Make—" I inhale sharply when he lines himself up "—love to me."
His eyes lock on mine while he slides inside me. We both let out low moans. The feeling of his throbbing, hard length pressing against my walls is indescribable. I love the way our bodies come together, how pleasure always starts to build with his first thrust, how he rolls his hips to stimulate my clit.
As we fall into our motions—me tilting my hips and clenching my walls, him thrusting deeply—I run my fingers down his back, clawing at his skin when the sensations overwhelm me. Our foreheads touch, then our lips, and we kiss each other hungrily.
Slowly, I lift one leg and hook it around his waist, following it with the other. Each of Max's thrusts is deeper than the last. I close my eyes and lose myself in our connection. With each roll of his hips, I inch closer to the edge.
"I want you to look at me when you come," Max whispers in a low growl.
I wrench open my eyes and meet his piercing gaze. The intensity builds, driving me closer to my climax. I part my legs, and when Max thrusts the deepest he has yet, I come, crying out. Ecstasy fills my core and overwhelms my senses. The only thing tethering me to the world is Max. I grip his back as the waves crash down.
Our lips don't break as I roll atop him, still shivering in the aftershocks of my orgasm. Max guides my hips in a slow, steady rhythm, and I lower myself to press my breasts against his chest and bury my head in his shoulder. I love our closeness, the subtle grunts escaping his mouth when he thrusts into me, the way our hips crash together, his fingers gently caressing and exploring my body.
I love making love with Max.
The rise and fall of our centers and the feeling of him filling me with his thick length is enough to push me towards the edge once again. "Oh, Max," I moan.
"Come with me, Mia," he growls.
I don't think I'll make it in time, but then Max's fingers draw light circles around my clit as we continue our dance. A scream escapes my lips as the pressure builds. I look down and see Max biting his lip, trying to hold on until I find my second release. With a moan, I clench my walls together and ride out the incredible high while Max fills me with his orgasm in pulses.
The first thing out of his mouth when we catch our breaths is, "Did you make it?"
I crack up, releasing an unattractive snort. "Just in time, yes."
"That was some quick thinking on my part, huh?"
"You're a true hero, Max." I'm only half joking.
"I do what I can with what I have," he replies humbly. "Ready to fake a family emergency?"
"I'll call Maddie. Just need to put on some clothes."
He smirks. "You're gonna want to, uh—" He nudges his head so that I follow his gaze down to my legs "—clean up first."
I roll my eyes and proceed to follow his advice.
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Getting Levi on the phone isn't all that difficult.
The Reality Network employee who picks up sounds bored at first, then very concerned about Levi's sister. "I'm supposed to verify with hospital records," she says apologetically.
Good thing Max forged those. "Okay, no problem," I cough. "Should I—" I hack directly into the microphone a couple times "—send over email?"
"Caroline, dear, the doctor said no talking," Max calls in a gruff voice.
Cough, cough. "Sorry. Here's my—" Cough "—dad."
Ew. I probably have daddy issues, but referring to my fiancé as my dad is quite painful. No weird 'daddy' talk in the sack for us.
"She just wants to hear her brother's voice before surgery. Is that alright? We aren't asking him to leave the set." A smirk builds on Max's face while he listens to the employee speak.
Fifteen minutes later, Levi's on. "Caroline, are you okay?!" he exclaims.
I hope his and Maddie's love is worth his stress level. "Hey, Levi. It's Mia. Your sister's fine."
"What?!"
"Pretend I'm your sister and I wanted to hear your voice before surgery."
"Uh, sure."
I give him the Cliff's Notes version of what Sarah and Henry said about manipulating him, and then I add Maddie to the line. I can't help but zone out, only coming to when Max gently tugs the phone from my hands and asks the employee if we need to email hospital records.
I won't lie; I almost hope she says yes. Max did a kickass job with them.
"Thanks. Yes, the doctors believe she'll make a full recovery." Max pauses. "Yes, will do. Thanks again. Bye now."
He hangs up, grinning. "How much of his conversation with Maddie did you catch?"
"Minimal," I admit.
"Levi's pissed. Apparently, they put him in a cabin with one of the new people, and they fucked over Elijah and Serena. Everyone's getting fed up, but they have an idea they want to try. I actually have to do them a favor. Do you mind if I set up in here?"
In a less-than-shocking turn of events, I barely follow what Max is saying. "Set what up?"
"Computer. I should only be a couple hours."
"Yeah, of course. Why, are you going to hack that?" I shove a pile of old folders and mail to the side of my desk. I don't even know where they came from. I haven't lived at home for years.
