The Billionaire Playboy's Regret (Lark and Max) novel Chapter 63

Max placed a slow lingering kiss on Lark’s lips.

She pushed his chest, “Max, go before Ollie starts filming and sending it off to our parents to take the heat off of her.” She looked over her shoulder into the coffee shop where Ollie, Fallon, Mori, and Gracie were waiting for her. They’d agreed to meet here for coffee and to share stories, but Max was having a tough time letting Lark out of his arms.

“I miss you already.” He rubbed his nose against hers, “lets go back to the hotel room.”

“Max, I’m walking crooked. No.” She ignored the way Ollie was banging on the window like a monkey in a glass enclosure making crude gestures. Max’s body was growing ever firmer against her belly. Her eyes widened at his smirk.

“I can’t stop thinking of how sexy you were on your knees for me last night.”

“Get out of here!” She shoved him laughing now as she evaded his grasp and jumped backwards.

“Fine but only because I promised Johan to meet him to go over some work stuff.””

“I’ll see you later.” When he reached for her begging for one last kiss she nearly ran to the door.

He catcalled her as she turned away from him to pull the door open and walked into the coffee shop. She noted Riggs, Henri and five other security agents also in the coffee shop and she frowned. It seemed a lot of security for four five

women.

“I ordered your coffee already!” Fallon called out and waved her over.

She slid into the bench seat next to Ollie who was smirking.

“You’re walking funny.” Ollie laughed, “almost as funny as Gracie when she hobbled in here.”

Gracie turned bright red as Fallon and Mori roared with laughter and Lark pinched Ollie. “Be nice. Talk all the smack you want but there’s a reason you came in here first and it has everything to do with the fact you didn’t want us to see how you’re walking today.”

“Are you kidding? I almost asked Riggs and the guys to carry me in. I spent twenty minutes in the jacuzzi soaking my lady bits. Santiago made up for lost time.”

Mori made a face “It’s funny when it’s not my sister’s v****a we are talking about.”

“Speak for yourself,” Fallon leaned forward excitedly. “I want to know if Max lived up to the hype. Spill it, Lark.”

“I don’t want to know,” Mori gagged. “He’s my big brother.” She covered her ears laughing.

“How big is her brother?” Fallon made wide eyes before leaning into Gracie, “I really don’t want to know but it’s making Mori nuts.”

Lark laughed at Fallon. “I won’t speak to size because it’s rude because I don’t want any of your experiences to pale in comparison,” the girls all hooted with laughter, “but I will say, the man is a beast and despite getting an hour-long massage from him, I am still aching. My back is killing me. My hips feel like they were yanked out of joint, and I swear on everything I own, even my fingers hurt by the time dawn rolled around.”

“Dawn?” Ollie gasped. “He kept you up until dawn?”

“He let me sleep in like one-hour increments.” Lark stretched. “Said he was making up for eighteen years he missed out on.”

“He does know you’ll be together for the rest of your lives, right?” Fallon asked curiously. “You don’t have to do it all at once.”

“I think Max is terrified she’s going to leave him again and he’s taking as much of her as he can.” Ollie gave her two cents worth.

“Where could I go, he wouldn’t come chasing after me?” Lark snorted. “Besides, I’m relatively certain his intention was more to ruin me for any other man than to get it all over with in one night.”

“This is gross,” Mori rolled her eyes, “I’d rather talk about Gracie and Johan. Please tell me you hooked up with him. He’s hot. I used to crush so hard on him.”

“Not anymore?” Gracie asked as she wrapped her hands around a coffee mug.

“Nope. He’s too corporate. My tastes in men have evolved. I like earthy men who want to save the planet one krill at a time. Johan is too much of a suit for my liking.”

“You really should have the guys set her up with Seb from the paintball place.” Lark threw out carelessly before sipping her coffee.

“Who is Seb?” Mori turned to Ollie.

“A friend of Max and Johan’s,” Lark explained. “We met him last weekend when we did paintball. Johan was telling me he drinks his own urine.”

“He does what?” Gracie appeared horrified.

“Yeah, he filters his own piss, and he eats bugs.” Ollie tossed in. “Uncle Timon apparently told Dad if Max and Johan ever brought the fucker back with them on a trip, he’d shoot them and leave them to rot in the bayou.”