Chapter 1: Old Sparks and New Desires (2016-2017)
I’m Shez, a nurse with a past as tangled as hospital bedsheets, and a present that’s just as heated. My life’s been a whirlwind of lovers and lust, but nothing prepared me for the fire that reignited when I reunited with Maximus in 2016. He was my boyfriend back in 2008, before he left to study abroad. Our sex then? Explosive. I still remember the way his hands claimed every inch of me. But life moved on—after him, I had flings, married Holtz in an arranged setup, and even had a steamy affair with Dr. Addah while still tied to Holtz. Yet, when Maximus came back into my life, it was like no time had passed. I left Holtz, ended things with Addah, and dove headfirst into a renewed passion with Maximus.
That first night back together in 2016, we were in his dimly lit apartment, the air thick with unspoken history. I stood by the window, my scrubs still on from a late shift, when Maximus approached, his eyes dark with hunger. ‘Shez, you’ve no idea how much I’ve missed this,’ he growled, his voice low, sending shivers down my spine. I smirked, turning to face him, my fingers teasing the hem of my top. ‘Oh, I think I do. Question is, can you still keep up?’
He laughed, sharp and wicked, closing the distance between us. ‘Try me, babe. I’ve got years of pent-up need for you.’ His hands gripped my hips, pulling me against him, and I felt the hard press of his desire through his jeans. My breath hitched, but I wasn’t about to let him take control so easily. ‘Years, huh? Let’s see if you’ve learned any new tricks abroad,’ I teased, my voice dripping with challenge as I pushed him back toward the couch.
We tumbled onto the cushions, a mess of limbs and laughter. ‘You’re still a firecracker,’ he panted, his fingers deftly unbuttoning my top. I arched a brow, straddling him, my hands pinning his wrists above his head. ‘And you’re still too cocky for your own good, Maximus. Let’s see if that mouth of yours is good for more than talking.’
As the night deepened, so did our conversations. Between heated kisses, Maximus started asking about my past—Holtz, Addah, even the flings with Hetchman and Ronzy. I didn’t hold back. ‘Holtz was... bigger, if you must know,’ I admitted with a sly grin, watching his eyes flare with a mix of jealousy and intrigue. ‘And Addah? Let’s just say hospital rooms aren’t just for healing.’
Maximus groaned, his grip on my waist tightening. ‘Damn, Shez, you’re gonna kill me with these stories. Keep talking.’ His voice was rough, needy, and I could feel him getting harder beneath me. I leaned in, my lips brushing his ear. ‘Oh, I’ve got plenty more to tell, but right now, I’d rather show you what you’ve been missing.’
My hands slid down to his belt, the metal clinking as I undid it with deliberate slowness. His breath was ragged, his eyes locked on mine. ‘Shez, you’re a fucking tease,’ he muttered, but there was no real complaint there—just raw, desperate want. I smirked, my fingers brushing against him, feeling how ready he was. ‘Good things come to those who wait, Max. Or are you too impatient to handle me?’
By 2017, these late-night confessions became fuel for our already scorching sex life. Maximus’s curiosity about my exes morphed into something deeper, something daring. As I hovered over him that night, the room hot with our shared heat, he whispered, ‘What if we brought someone else into this? Someone from your past?’ My heart raced, not from fear, but from the thrill of the idea. I looked down at him, my body already aching, wet with anticipation. ‘You sure you can handle watching me with someone else, Max? Because I don’t play nice.’
His grin was feral, his hands pulling me down for a bruising kiss. ‘Try me, Shez. I want to see you lose control.’ And as our bodies pressed closer, the promise of something wild and forbidden hung between us, ready to ignite.
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