Becca held me tightly again. “You’re too good to me. I think I love you.”

They were the sweetest words I’d heard in a long time, and tugged at my heart. “I think I love you, too.”

She gave me a bright smile, the kind of smile that made my heart warm, and I tenderly kissed her lips.

“Can you go somewhere with me when I come back?” she asked. Her brows arched while she bit her bottom lip.

The look she portrayed was half seductive and half worried, as if I would say no to her. It was difficult to read this expression. Of course, naughty thoughts ran through my mind as I wondered where she wanted to go. “Where?”

Becca’s eyes were glassy. Was she tearing up? “In two weeks, it will be the exact date my friend passed away. It’s been several years. I think it’s about time to visit her and wash away my guilt.”

Caressing her cheeks, I stated, “Of course, I’ll go anywhere you ask me to go with you. But after that, I have an appointment I need to take care of. You think we could go first thing in the morning? Would that work for you?” Little did she know I had planned to visit Tessa on the same day. It was the same date as her roommate’s death, but I decided not to mention it. What were the odds?

With a huge smile gracing her face, Becca nodded. She was pleased with my answer. “Good. Then it’s a date.” I winked. “You know …” I licked her lips. “I don’t have to go to work right away. Jenna is there, holding down the fort.” I swabbed my tongue across her jawline and slid my hands down her back to her ass. I knew Becca loved what I was doing when I felt her whimper; not only that, her hands couldn’t get enough of my chest.

“Round two?” I whispered in her ear.

Her head fell back. The robe slid off her shoulders to expose her naked body. “Maybe more.”

I smiled and chuckled lightly at her answer. After kissing her passionately, I picked her up. When Becca anchored her legs around my hips, her br**sts were at the perfect angle. On our way to her bed, I licked and sucked from one nipple to the other.

Max

Jenna’s eyes grew wide and her mouth opened in shock when we entered her place. I soon found out why. Matthew and Becky were making a lot of noise in Becky’s bedroom, which was just too funny and disgusting. I couldn’t help but try to hold in my laughter as Jenna was doing the same. Luckily, we had come at the tail end of it. At least this made her laugh a little.

Jenna wasn’t feeling well, so I’d driven her home. I had planned to head back to work after I knew she was comfortable. However, it looked like Matthew didn’t go to work today. He probably thought Jenna was there, holding down the fort. Just as I headed to the kitchen to get a glass of water for Jenna, Matthew entered. Thank God he at least had his boxers on, but he was shocked and embarrassed as hell.

“Max? What are you doing here? How long? Oh...um...were you …” he rambled, unable to finish his words, scratching his head.

I could have told him a lie and embarrassed him, but I decided to be nice, especially since I didn’t have time to joke around. I needed to get back to work to get to a meeting on time.

“Don’t worry. I just got here.” I shrugged it off, pretending I didn’t hear a thing, and I wished I hadn’t. It was bad enough that I had heard my parents when I was in high school, but it was just as bad hearing my younger brother have sex. Grabbing the glass of water, I walked out of the kitchen. Poor Jenna, she must be getting the flu. It was going around in the office.

Jenna had taken off her coat and tossed it behind the chair. Placing her head down on the dining table, she seemed out of it. With her hair tousled like she didn’t care, even when she was sick, she was still sexy to me. Wearing a black pencil skirt and a red long-sleeved blouse, she looked completely edible. I wanted to do what I enjoyed doing with those buttons on her blouse: rip them off with my teeth. Jenna had to replace some of her other ones, but I knew she didn’t mind. She loved it when I did that.

“Babe, drink some water.” I helped her take a sip and guided her out of the chair. “Let me take you to bed.”

“Is Jenna sick?” Matthew asked just as Becky came out of her bedroom.

“Jenna, Max.” Becky cleared her throat, her cheeks turning slightly pink. She had a long white robe on. “How long were you …” I heard her smother some swear words.

Before she could turn even a darker shade of pink, I intervened. “We just stepped in. Jenna isn’t feeling well, so I brought her home.”

“Does she have a fever?” Becky adjusted her robe, took a few steps toward us, and then stopped.

Becky looked at Jenna strangely, arching her brows with a questioning expression. In reply, Jenna shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. Then Becky gave her another scorning glare. There were no words, but those looks alone told me something wasn’t quite right. I swear, women could talk in secret codes with expressions alone. Then Becky gave her a disapproving look, the way a mother would scold her child.

I had no clue what they were talking about, and Matthew and I gaped at their silent communication. It was the strangest thing.

With a final shake of Jenna’s head, she headed toward her bedroom.

“Everything okay?” I asked Becky.

“Everything is fine.”

When she nodded with a smile, I grinned to accept her answer, and headed to Jenna. However, before I did, I twitched my brows and gave Matthew my little smirky grin, indicating I had heard them in the bedroom. He understood my meaning. Instead of looking embarrassed, he plastered a cocky expression on his face. Yup, that was my brother. Though he tried not to show it, he was embarrassed...this was his way of playing it off. I knew him too well.