Sitting In Traffic

Chapter 128- Stuck With You

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Riley was standing with her back to Max while he carefully undid the bow that held her dress cinched to her waist. Riley kept whispering to Max, listening to him laugh quietly behind her while he loosened the dress. He was taking his time, savoring the moment, moving slowly, listening to every word that Riley had to say.

"Are you almost done" She asked him quickly, not hearing a response. "Max"

"Uh-uh" He shook his head, loosening the dress a little more, "I'm taking my time"

"I can tell" She mumbled, leaning her head back to look up at him. "Are you crying Max"

"Just a little" He smiled, pulling the string one last time, watching a strap fall from her shoulder.

"That's alright" She told him, "I'll probably cry more later- do you want to watch a movie?"

"Now?"

"No, after" She laughed, stepping away from Max when he started undoing his shirt.

Riley turned to face him, feeling his lips on hers immediately. She started sliding her arms out of the dress, feeling it drop to the floor when Max threw his shirt to the side. Riley held Max's jaw when he started taking his pants off, stepping backwards with Riley like a magnet.

"Sorry" Max mumbled when he couldn't get his jeans off. Riley shook her head and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, keeping her eyes locked on his lips.

"Take your time" She said, getting picked up and walked over to the bed, where Max carefully laid her down. "Nope- you're staying" She laughed and wrapped her legs around his waist. "Max!"

"You have to try a bit harder than that" He said, standing up, Riley was looking at her ring when Max started taking her underwear off, kissing the inside of her thighs in the process. He nipped her leg gently, feeling her hand in his hair before he stood up entirely.

"I can't believe we're getting married" She said, sitting up to take her bra off, covering herself with an arm over her chest.

"Where are we going" He asked, looking up at her after his boxers were off.

"I don't know" She smiled, keeping her eyes on his, "Where do you want to go"

"It's up to you" He said, holding himself when he grabbed a condom packet from the top dresser drawer.

"Max-" She laughed, watching how the wheels turned for him. "Yeah, you're 5 weeks too late"

"Okay- well" Max said, crawling between Riley's legs as they moved further on the bed together, "You're moving in now right"

"Mhm" She smiled, looking back and forth between both of his eyes. "As soon as we're back in Monaco I'm packing my things"

"And we'll get a new apartment" He whispered, pressing hot kisses down her chest slowly. "Over looking the harbor"

"With a huge kitchen space-" Riley moved Max's head slightly when he sucked the side of her breast. "And a marbled counter"

"Mhm" He lifted his head, looking at the few love marks he left. "Whatever you want"

"Well what do you want" Riley asked him, feeling Max work his way down her body. Riley threw her head back when Max started going down on her.

Max flicked his tongue around a numerous times, looking up at Riley, watching her every reaction. He listened to every soft gasp that escaped her mouth when she was gripping his hair. Max was holding Riley's leg tightly after she moved it, keeping it in a place they both found comfortable.