Turn It On: Turner Twins, Book 1 by Vivian Arend Page A

tonight?” His voice was deeper than usual, his desire strong and clear.
    Maxine’s eyes grew wide at the intent of his words and she licked her lips before her gaze darted away from him. “I’ve got a family thing. The nieces and aunts are doing a girl’s only spa night.”
    Fuck. “Tomorrow?”
    She shook her head. “Gramma’s got people coming over to go through photo albums. And Thursday I’m making cards with the kids.” He couldn’t stop his laughter from escaping. She smiled back at him. “It’s like a conspiracy, isn’t it?”
    “Your family makes a damn fine chaperone, even when they aren’t around. That’s okay. We’ll get out. Friday? Saturday? Pick a night and block it off for me. In the meantime, coffee tomorrow?”
    She nodded. “I’d like that very much. Ryan, thanks for being so understanding.” She leant over to pick up her purse from where it had fallen on the ground. The rounds of her ass cheeks pressed her skirt and his cock throbbed against the zipper of his pants.
    Hell, he was going to be fucking his fist again tonight.

Chapter Seven
    Ryan paced toward his brother’s room. The nurses at their station waved a greeting, but he barely noticed. Even the one who’d been flirting with him on a steady basis got no more than a quick nod when he passed her in the hallway.
    It was all he could do to put one foot in front of the other without thoughts of Maxine interrupting his concentration. He had it fucking bad for her, and there seemed to be no relief in sight. Their weekend date had been canceled when her cousin Maxella’s kids all broke out with chicken pox, and she got called in as back-up baby sitter. Then she had an appointment out of town on Monday, and tonight he had meetings all evening. It was enough to drive a man to drink, except he’d sworn to never use alcohol to deal with stress. There was no way he wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps.
    He stopped in the visitor’s room and hauled out his cell phone. There was enough time to spare to pin her down for this weekend. The answering machine kicked in, and Ryan heard the mind-numbing tones of automation instead of Maxine’s sultry voice. Finally—he’d been after her to change her response to a safer, more generic one.
    “Five-five-five-six-one-nine-seven is not available. Please leave a message.”
    “Hey, Max, it’s Ryan. Glad to hear the answering machine. While I’d prefer—”
    “Hello?” Max cut in with a gasp. “Ryan? Is that you?”
    “It’s me. You screening your calls or did you run for the phone?” She sounded breathless. There was a suspiciously long pause before Maxine replied, and Ryan’s curiosity grew. What was she up to? He’d never had a relationship like this before. There was something growing between them, something other than the pulsing desire he had to carry her into the bedroom and possess her for days without coming up for air.
    “Someone’s fax machine keeps going off in my ear. It’s annoying, so I changed the settings like you told me. Now I can wait to see if it’s a real person before picking up.”
    “Good for you. I’ve had a machine shriek in my ear before and it’s a pain. Heads-up, we’re done with most of your security install. It’ll be completed by Saturday. How about I come over Friday night to show you the ropes? I’ll sweeten the pot and bring dinner.” Between his commitment to drop in on Carl, and the family emergencies keeping Maxine running in circles, they’d canceled dates too many times. He was getting desperate to see her again.
    To taste her again.
    “I’d like that.” Maxine’s soft response sent a shot of lust through him. “Wait, the system is ready this soon? I thought it would take much longer for a house this size.”
    It should have taken longer but he’d ridden herd on the team to get everything in place as quickly as possible. Maxine might protest if she knew he’d worked everyone overtime, but there was no way he wanted her