Ethan and Max arrived at the building. They climbed the stairs in silence, still laughing at the most ridiculous moments from dinner.
When they reached her door, they paused. Max rested her hand on the frame, looking at him with a mischievous glint.
—Well… that was fun —she said, biting her lip slightly.
—Yeah —Ethan replied, smiling—. See you tomorrow, then.
—See you tomorrow… —Max closed the door.
A second later, it swung open again.
—Damn it!
And before Ethan could react, Max lunged at him. Quick kisses, stifled laughter, playful pushes.
—Max! —Ethan exclaimed, surprised and amused—
—Just shut up —she whispered, guiding him toward the bedroom amid giggles and kisses.
Within seconds, the door clicked shut behind them, leaving the hallway silent… except for a few muffled laughs escaping from inside.
Max looked into his eyes, and for a moment, everything seemed to stop. She wasn't the type to sleep with someone on a first date, but there was something about Ethan… his confidence, the way he made her feel comfortable, that made the rules seem… optional.
On the bed, their lips sought each other with urgency, tongues intertwining with no intention of yielding, and Ethan's hands moved freely along her legs, slowly lifting her dress.
Suddenly, they paused, breathing heavily, eyes locked just inches apart, as if the air between them still burned, a thin strand of saliva stretching and fading.
—Wow… —Max whispered, that signature mix of sarcasm and desire in her smile—. I didn't know calm guys could have this much fire inside.
Ethan smiled, still close.
—It just takes the right motivation.
Max's hands moved deliberately, fingers playing with the buttons of Ethan's shirt. He watched her silently, smiling. When the last button gave way, she gently tugged the fabric off his shoulders.
For a moment, Max froze, taking him in. The warm light of the room highlighted the contours of his body: lightly tanned skin, defined muscles, chest rising and falling with still-controlled breaths.
—Wow… —she murmured, half-smiling—. And here I thought abs like that only existed in cologne commercials.
Ethan let out a low chuckle.
Max studied him for another second, both amused and fascinated, before leaning in again, closing the distance with a slow kiss that made it clear: the talking was over… for now.
Ethan moved his hands down her thighs to remove her dress, leaving her in her underwear.
Max's large breasts were exposed, pushed up by her bra. Ethan began to kiss her as he moved down her neck, down her breasts, her abdomen until he reached her pussy. With his hand, he gently pulled aside the fabric of her panties, exposing her intimacy.
Max was so grateful she had followed Caroline's advice and shaved before her date, otherwise it would have been so embarrassing.
Ethan skillfully sank his tongue between the folds of her pussy, while his nimble fingers played with her clitoris, his mouth filling with the sweet, slightly tart taste of her pussy.
Max didn't take long to let out a couple of moans of pleasure as she felt him stimulate her. The way he moved his tongue was unnatural.
Her right hand instinctively slid down to Ethan's black hair, tangling her fingers in his locks to pull him closer, as if inviting him to devour her more forcefully.
—Mmmm!....Ah-hhhh!— Max exclaimed between moans, as her hands unhooked the front clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts and beginning to rub her hardening nipples.
Ethan smiled to himself, he could feel her spasms, how her pussy was getting wetter and wetter.
Soon the room was filled with Max's muffled moans, he could see her back arching until she reached climax, coming on his face.
Ethan moved his hands down her thighs to remove her dress, leaving her in her underwear.
Max's large breasts were exposed, pushed up by her bra. Ethan began to kiss her as he moved down her neck, down her breasts, her abdomen until he reached her pussy. With his hand, he gently pulled aside the fabric of her panties, exposing her intimacy.
Max was so grateful she had followed Caroline's advice and shaved before her date, otherwise it would have been so embarrassing.
Ethan skillfully sank his tongue between the folds of her pussy, while his nimble fingers played with her clitoris, filling his mouth with a sweet and slightly salty taste.
—Ahh... ah... h,— Max exhaled, surprised. —I didn't see that coming,— she murmured, her chest rising and falling heavily, as if she were short of breath.
—And I'm just warming up.—
—Hey, don't get too cocky,— she exclaimed with a half-smile as she turned around in one swift movement to get on top of him.
It didn't take her long to easily remove his belt and pants, until she left him with his member exposed, so hard and virile that it hit her face when she removed his boxers.
Max sat astride him, massaging his cock with an excited look, an almost hungry look.
Without thinking twice, Max began to suck him off, swallowing him completely, marking his circumference with bright red lipstick, while continuing to suck his penis hard.
Ethan closed his eyes, feeling his penis hit the back of her throat, feeling her hands squeeze him tightly.
—Slrp... slrp... slrp,— she made the wet sound as she sucked him, raising an eyebrow as she watched him with a mischievous smile, enjoying his reaction.
Her head moved slowly as she savored him in her mouth, playing with her tongue until her breathlessness made her take him out of her mouth, with a string of saliva, massaging him up and down.
With a mischievous smile, she took his penis and placed it between her breasts, almost losing it in them, and the tip disappearing into her mouth.
Ethan looked at her with excitement, her breasts feeling as soft and warm as he had imagined.
Instinctively, he began to move his hips, feeling her red lips suck harder and harder.
—Ah, almost there...— Ethan groaned.
Max swallowed his penis completely, pressing her lips together, feeling Ethan cum hard in her mouth, until she pulled back, cleaning his cock.
Max noticed that Ethan's cock was still hard, so she didn't hesitate to get on top of him, exposing her pussy over his cock, and slowly began to lower herself, leaning on Ethan's chest, who looked at her with a smile.
She could feel every fold opening up to his cock, reaching deep inside her, letting out a moan, filling her completely.
Max began to move slowly, up and down at a leisurely pace as if getting used to it, while her breasts bounced in front of him.
Ethan could feel his member being squeezed as if sucked by her hungry pussy, then he looked at her breasts bouncing in front of him, they were a little bigger than Blake's but just as impressive, he grabbed them firmly to knead them.
Soon they were both in sync, making Max's thrusts faster and more intense.
After a few minutes, Ethan felt the pace slow down; he took control of the situation, putting Max on all fours on the bed. She arched her back slightly, obeying the movement.
No one said anything; they just wanted to let themselves go. Ethan inserted his member and began to thrust gently, but gradually picking up the pace, letting himself go a little. He had more stamina than normal people, so he could keep up the rhythm.
Max clenched the pillow between her teeth, trying to stifle a scream. Her fingers tangled in her own hair as the tension of the moment completely enveloped her.
—Harder, Ethan... don't stop now!— Max said, arching toward him, her voice trembling between surprise and desire.
—Max... you're incredible!— Ethan exclaimed, holding her tightly, feeling them both lose themselves in the moment.
Max clenched the pillow between her teeth, trying to stifle a scream. Her fingers tangled in her own hair as the tension of the moment completely enveloped her.
—Ethan... I'm close...!— she gasped, her voice trembling with excitement and desire.
Ethan held her carefully, pulling her closer to him, feeling each thrust hit her deep inside.
Thump... thump... thump... thump...
The sound echoed around the room, marking the rhythm of their movements. Max moved in time with it, gasping between each repetition, while Ethan held her close, accompanying each moment with his own heavy breathing.
Ethan held her tightly by the waist and pulled her toward him, continuing to penetrate her, searching for her lips. The kiss was urgent, deep, full of a tension that had been building for too long. Max responded with equal intensity.
—Max... I think I'm going to come!— he exclaimed, his voice breaking.
—Don't stop, Ethan... don't stop... do it inside me!— she cried, letting everything she felt spill out in that moment.
Little by little, the tension became a shared climax: their breaths mingled, their racing heartbeats synchronized, and for a moment everything else disappeared. Ethan thrust deep inside her, coming inside her, while she let out a muffled moan.
Only the two of them existed, the heat of their closeness, the laughter between gasps, and the certainty that, in that moment, they had given themselves completely.
When the storm of emotions finally passed, they lay next to each other covered only by a thin sheet.
—That was incredible... where have you been all my life?— whispered Max, resting her head on his chest.
Ethan laughed softly, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her.
—Right here... waiting for you to find me,— he replied, caressing her breasts.
Max sighed, closing her eyes for a moment and letting herself be carried away by the warmth of his embrace.
—I don't want tonight to ever end...— she murmured, her voice breaking and a smile lighting up her face.
The morning light illuminated the apartment as Max sat down with her coffee. Caroline appeared disheveled, in her pajamas, and stopped when she saw her sitting on the couch with a silly smile on her face.
—What's going on?— Caroline asked, raising an eyebrow. —Am I going to need a lawyer?
—Nothing... just doing some artistic appreciation of pancakes,— Max said, trying not to stare at the kitchen.
Then, with a slight frown, she looked toward the kitchen and almost choked: Ethan was flipping pancakes in the air with the skill of a professional juggler, his bare chest revealing every defined muscle as he moved with ease. The morning light highlighted every line of his body.
—Uh-huh,— Caroline replied. —And the six-pack, it has nothing to do with the guy who makes them, right?—
—Shhh...— Max whispered, still holding the cup. —You'll ruin the morning magic.—
—Morning magic... yeah, right,— Caroline rolled her eyes. —It looks more like a gym calendar than a kitchen.—
Max laughed.
—Exactly —Max whispered—. Visual motivation… necessary to survive the morning.
Ethan appeared in the living room with his bare torso, flipping the pan like it was a circus act. Max whistled, Caroline covering her mouth to stifle a laugh.
—Well… —Caroline said—. That explains the "artistic appreciation."
—Yeah… definitely makes the coffee taste better —Max added, raising her cup toward him.
—So, how was Captain Pancakes last night? —Caroline asked, a mischievous smile on her face.
—Oh, I thought you'd overheard —Max replied, amused.
—Just the first two minutes… then I had to put on noise-canceling headphones —Caroline said, pouring herself a cup of coffee and carrying it to the sofa.
—Let's just say he knows exactly how to make you lose your mind. And believe me, I'm not easy to impress —she added proudly—. If this were a competition, he'd win gold without even breaking a sweat.
Both settled on the couch, coffee in hand, exchanging knowing looks as they watched Ethan flip pancakes in the kitchen, completely unaware of the spectacle he was causing.
—Come on… —Caroline murmured, taking a sip of coffee—. This morning show should be illegal, it's that good.
—Totally —Max agreed, laughing—
Ethan, focused on the pan, had no idea that his bare torso and movements were being commented on and critiqued by a pair of expert observers.
—I have to admit —Caroline said with a half-smile—, just looking at him makes my coffee taste better.
—I told you —Max replied, raising her cup in a silent toast—
Ethan, oblivious to the reactions, flipped the pan with another perfect spin and landed a pancake straight on the plate. He smiled at her without breaking his rhythm.
—Well… —he said, a half-smile on his face—. Glad you're enjoying the show.
Max rolled her eyes with a mischievous smile, taking a sip of coffee.
—Yeah… but I warn you: if you burn the pancakes, this show ends in boos.
Ethan served the pancakes onto plates, alongside scrambled eggs and crispy bacon. He sat with them at the small table just in time for everyone to start eating. Max and Caroline couldn't help but continue exchanging knowing glances as he reached for honey and butter.
—Wow, this looks amazing —Caroline added—. Although, Captain Pancakes, don't forget we're judging the taste too, not just the presentation.
After finishing their breakfast, filled with laughter and snarky comments about Ethan's six-pack or how he maintained it while eating Oleg's burgers, Ethan got up and put on his shirt, still slightly tousled from the morning.
His muscles flexed under the fabric as he buttoned the shirt with deliberate movements.
—Well, sorry to end the show, but I have to go —he said, adjusting the collar and grabbing his keys from the console near the door.
—Boo —Max shouted, leaning on the doorframe with a playful smile, raising an eyebrow—.
Ethan turned to her, amused, but before he could react, Max launched herself at him with a deep, daring kiss.
Their hands intertwined as he reciprocated, brushing her waist and playfully cupping her rear. Between laughs and gasps, they swayed slightly, lost in the intensity of the moment.
Just as Max started to drag him toward the living room, a clearing of the throat sounded behind them.
—Mhuum… Hhumm… —Caroline said, arms crossed and feigning severity, her eyes sparkling with amusement—. There are innocent, single people here. Stop immediately!
Ethan released Max, raising his hands in surrender, a lopsided smile on his face.
—Alright… I'm going —he said, still giving Max a flirtatious glance.
—See you, Captain… —Max whispered, giving him a quick final kiss on the lips, with a playful wink.
—Ahoii, Captain —Ethan exclaimed, giving a playful slap on her rear as he headed to the door, still laughing—.
Max leaned on the frame, hair a little messy, mischievous smile still on her face, while Caroline shook her head, amused by the morning's impromptu scene.
—This apartment needs warning signs —Caroline commented, taking a sip of coffee—. Danger: Side effects of Captain Pancakes.
Max laughed, watching Ethan descend the stairs.
Ethan walked down the apartment stairs. When he hit the street, he pulled out his keys, disarmed the electronic lock, and climbed into his truck.
As soon as he started the engine, his phone rang. The name "Job" lit up the screen. He hit the hands-free button.
—Ethan here.
—How was your date last night? —Job asked.
—What do you think? —Ethan replied, a small smile tugging at his lips.
There was a pause on the other end. Job sounded like he wished he hadn't asked.
—Forget it… I need you. We're meeting the buyer at noon. We've got to get ready.
Job had already lined up a buyer for the diamonds they'd stolen in Mexico. After two weeks of being stuck with them, they were finally closing the deal… and the best part? The buyer was paying 35% of the market value.
—Got it. I'm on my way. See you at your place.
Lower East Side, Manhattan
Ethan drove slowly through the narrow streets, Job beside him, and Sartana in the back, occasionally checking the small velvet bag containing the diamonds.
—On the next street, find a place to park.
Ethan parked in front of an old brick building with a faded sign that read "Pawn & Antiques" and a wooden door with peeling paint. The display windows were dusty, filled with objects that seemed decades old.
They adjusted their weapons under their clothes, got out, and made their way through pedestrians, blending with them on the sidewalk.
—Sartana, dear —Job said, adjusting his jacket—, watch the alley and the street. Ethan and I will negotiate.
Ethan nodded and tossed the car keys. Sartana caught them effortlessly.
—If you see us run… start the car —Ethan commented.
Sartana raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
Ethan and Job pushed open the heavy wooden door of the pawn shop, which creaked loudly.
The buyer was there, a cold-eyed, calculating man, scrutinizing every move Ethan and Job made.
Sartana leaned against the van from the sidewalk, watching every movement in the side alley. Her hand remained on her waist holster.
Behind a dark oak counter, dimly lit, stood the buyer: Viktor. Stocky, shaved head, and a silver scar. His gaze was cold, analyzing every move of Ethan and Job.
—Ah, Job, my good friend —Viktor said, extending his hand.
—Viktor —Job replied with a measured nod.
—And who's this? —Viktor asked, eyeing Ethan with curiosity.
—My partner —Job answered—. Trustworthy. If he weren't, he wouldn't be here.
The man observed them silently for a few seconds, as if trying to read them.
—Let's go to the back.
Viktor led them down a narrow hallway to the pawn shop's back room. The air was heavy with the smell of old wood, mixed with a faint tobacco scent. A yellowish light hung from the ceiling, barely illuminating the wooden table that had survived decades of deals and transactions.
—Let's see the rest of the diamonds —Viktor said, gesturing to the table—. Have a seat.
Ethan and Job complied, sitting across from each other. Job had been there before to show a sample of the diamonds.
Ethan carefully slid the bag of diamonds across the table to Viktor. The man opened the bag and began examining several stones with a magnifying glass.
Each diamond caught the light differently, reflecting flashes that mesmerized the eyes.
—Interesting… —Viktor murmured, turning the diamonds in his fingers with expert precision—. Exceptional quality. The cut is flawless, the brilliance intense, and the color… practically pure. Where did you get these, Job? Haven't seen this quality on the street in a long time, my friend.
Job raised an eyebrow.
—I took them from a dead man. Tell me, how much are we talking? —he asked evenly.
Viktor sighed, as if weighing every figure.
—I can offer 2.8 million for the lot; you won't find a better offer —he said finally—. As I told you before, that's the most you'll get.
Job nodded, satisfied.
—You've got a deal, Viktor.
Viktor nodded, a calculating gleam in his eye.
—Well thought out.
Minutes later, a second man entered the back room with two heavy suitcases. He opened them carefully, revealing stacks of perfectly aligned bills. The sound of the paper shifting echoed through the room like tangible wealth.
—Here you go —Viktor said, placing the suitcases on the table—. Cash, as agreed.
Ethan exchanged a look with Job. The transaction felt almost surreal: this was their biggest haul yet.
Ethan opened one of the suitcases and began inspecting the bundles. He went bill by bill, passing each through a small pen designed to detect counterfeit notes, repeating the process with the second suitcase.
He then straightened up, took a deep breath, and carefully picked up both suitcases.
—All in order —he finally said, a slight smile on his face—
Viktor collected the diamonds, storing them carefully, his eyes evaluating every detail before nodding.
—Well, gentlemen. Pleasure doing business with you.
Both left the pawn shop with the suitcases. Sartana waited outside, arms crossed, watching to make sure no one stared too much.
—All set —Ethan said, securing the suitcases in the truck.
They got in, Sartana at the wheel, and in seconds drove off, leaving the building and street bustle behind. They took several detours down side streets, avoiding any surveillance. At a public parking lot, they switched vehicles for a more discreet car before heading to Job's apartment.
Finally, after evading traffic and curious eyes, they arrived at Job's apartment, where they could finally relax and organize what they had acquired.