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“Intercourse?” Maximus asks, much too innocently for someone of his association.
Lucy splutters, obviously taken aback by his very much forward offer. A high pitched giggle escaped her lips, she promptly slapped a hand over them— it was all very funny but she didn’t want to accidentally insult or embarrass Maximus. “Not today Max.” She smiled, shaking her head, amusement clear in her voice. Dropping her voice down low to barely above a murmur, she stood high on her tip-toes and whispered in his ear “Maybe tomorrow.”
Jerking his head back, Maximus’s face flushed a deep, beautiful red. Coyly, Lucy bit her lip at the flustered display.
Quickly, she pressed a kiss to his full lips, savouring the taste— it was sweet and somewhat woody, but delicious. She wouldn’t mind trying it again. The entire thing lasted only a few short seconds before she was drawing back and rocking back-and-forth on her heels, waiting for a response.
“Wow.” Maximus sighed out, his eyes glossed over like he was in a pleasant daydream