The first time I went on a date with the gorgeous Max, we never even made it to the bedroom. When we got back to my place, things ignited in the living room instead—our very first time together, raw, amazing, and unforgettable. So when Max came round again, I knew—without a doubt—that this time the bedroom was going to be our destination. But first, there was coffee, a little catching up, and that delicious tension hanging in the air, just waiting to ****. And where was Cucky? He’d been told to stay downstairs and listen… and do whatever he needed to do while he waited, provided he cleaned up any mess he made.
