"He stopped in the doorway and faced her. Dropping her hand, he wedged his own between her legs to cup her. A pleased smiled broke across his face, erasing the shadows lurking beneath the surface. She’d noticed the darkness in his eyes, even though he had tried to hide it. Knowing she might have been the cause of his grief, guilt hit her deep in her belly.
“Very good.” He nodded and kissed her forehead.
She lifted her face for a more adult kiss, but he tapped her nose. “All in good time.”
Frustrated, she gripped the door. She needed to orgasm soon. He must know how aroused she was, that she needed him to douse the fire expanding inside her ever since he went down on her at the club.
“Kneel on the bed, facing the headboard,” he directed.
When she didn’t move fast enough, he smacked her ass. She gave him an offended glare over her shoulder, but didn’t complain. Rubbing her butt cheek, she climbed onto the mattress and knelt, staring at the headboard.
A drawer opened and shut. Something heavy landed on the bed. Max then left the room.
A black box sat on the mattress. Must be some type of sex toy, probably cuffs of some sort. Those bondage tools didn’t bother her. He had used them on her before, and she actually enjoyed them.
She itched to open the box, but didn’t get the chance. He returned with a glass filled with ice.
“Oh, no.” She shivered, having a good idea what the ice would be used for.
“Oh, yes.” He set the glass on the bedside table and stared down at her, looking utterly pleased with himself."