Maxwell knew from previous experience what she felt like when she would take him all the way to the back of her throat. Those memories were a blessing and a curse and caused a tightening in his stomach.
Hot liquid was coursing its way up the length of his shaft, ready to blow. It didn’t take much to push him over the edge since he’d already been hovering over the cliff.
A memory of hearing Robyn say I love you was all it took.
“Ahhhh!” Maxwell exploded.
He groaned inwardly. His breathing was heavy and uneasy. It took a few moments to catch his breath. Maxwell slapped the cool tile in front of him. “Shit, that woman’s got me doing hand jobs.” Maxwell hadn’t done that in years. “This has got to end. I’m putting a stop to this madness today.”
With a newfound determination, he finished his shower. He was more than ready to close this chapter of his life with Robyn Levy.
Chapter 14
Robyn showered and changed into a white sweatshirt and a pair of black yoga pants. Eva didn’t pack any shoes, but she did pack some socks, so she was grateful for that. It was early afternoon, and a couple of ours since their last conversation. Robyn decided that had been along enough to hide from Maxwell.
“I’m not a coward. We’re going to finish this today.” The decision made she walked out of the guest bedroom and down the hall. Robyn stood outside of the closed door to his bedroom. After a few moments, she raised her hand and knocked.
She heard him moving around. His heavy footsteps started getting closer and closer to the door. Robyn had been completely prepared to tell him what was on her mind until he opened the door. When she saw him, all thoughts went out of her head. He stood on the other side wearing nothing but a towel. His body glistened. He was still wet from the shower. Robyn’s mouth went completely dry. She couldn’t get her voice to work if her life depended on it. When she did open it to speak, nothing came out. She cleared her throat and tried again. This time she was able to form words, but it came out in a little squeak. “I-I was hoping you and I could talk.”
Maxwell loved the way her eyes devoured him. No matter what else might be going on between them, it was safe to say, physically, they were as in tune with one another as they always had been. He smiled. “Should I change?”
Robyn quickly averted her eyes. “It’s your house.” She shrugged trying to pretend as if she wasn’t affected by him. “However you feel comfortable is fine with me.”
“Give me ten minutes, and I’ll meet you down in the study.”
She nodded and quickly walked away.
*****
Ten minutes later, Robyn was staring out of the window with her arms wrapped around her body seemingly in deep thought. She turned at the sound of his voice.
“I see you found some clothes.” Maxwell walked into the room wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.
“Eva packed a bag for me. Apparently, she felt as if we had some unfinished business and that I might need them.”
“I called a service. They should get here before nightfall but couldn’t guarantee a time.”
“Sooo, we’ll have the rest of today to spend together. Whatever shall we do to pass the time?” Oh god. That came out wrong. “Wait . . . I didn’t mean it like that.”
Maxwell looked amused at her words, but then seemed to become uncomfortable. “Look . . . I-I owe you a real apology.”
Robyn was thankful he didn’t take what she said the wrong way and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, you do, but I think I owe you another one too.” She walked over to the sofa and sat down.
He did the same.
“It’s not your fault that . . .” Maxwell was trying to find the right words. He took her hand in his.
Robyn’s stomach flipped. Oh, God. She thought. Get the padded room ready. It was official. She was crazy.
Maxwell continued to try and explain. “Even though I told myself that I understood why you left, if I’m honest, I’ve been angry with you about it for nine years. If the last twenty-four hours has revealed anything, it has shown me that my goal for this weekend was to try to put our past behind me so that I could move on. I hate to admit this, but I felt that if you were hurt a little in the process, it would be okay because it couldn’t be half as painful as how I ached after we broke up. I’m sorry and even more so because I hurt you.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Maxwell. I felt as if I left a part of me behind when I took that job in New York. You were my first love.” Her pride wouldn’t allow her to tell him that he’d been her only real love. “I was afraid that if I stayed in Romona, I would never know what I was capable of. That I would suffocate and die from not knowing. My biggest fear though was that I didn’t have a fallback plan like you.”
Maxwell was confused by that. “What do you mean? I had a
