Chapter 20
twenty
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Maddox
I carried her into the house, my mouth on hers, as I walked straight to the bedroom. I dropped her onto my bed, her blonde hair falling all around her like a goddamned angel. And I fucking missed her the minute my lips weren’t on hers.
Her brows pinched together as if she were deep in thought.
“Hey, there’s no pressure here. Are you having second thoughts?” I asked, waiting for her gaze to meet mine.
“Of course not. But I need to ask you something.”
“Ask,” I demanded.
“Did you sleep with Heather that night?” she asked.
“Hell, no. I sent her ass home right after dinner. I was pissed at the way she’d treated you.” I paused. “But that doesn’t mean what you want it to mean.”
“What do I want it to mean, Bossman?”
“That I’m the kind of guy who deserves all your goodness.”
“Why do you think you don’t deserve goodness?” She reached up and ran her fingers along the scruff of my jaw.
“Trust me. I have everything I need. But you… you should have someone who can give you what you want. What you deserve.”
I was just the selfish bastard that wanted her in spite of it. Knowing it couldn’t go anywhere. Knowing this would most likely end in disaster. I still wanted it so badly that there was no way to stop it at this point.
Unless she said she wanted to stop.
“You’re overthinking it again. This is a fling, so we will keep it casual.”
“What does said fling entail?” My lips moved to her neck, and I sucked and licked right beneath her ear, and she moaned. My dick was straining so hard against the zipper on my jeans, desperate to be unleashed.
“Well, I think sex is the foundation of a good fling, right? I don’t know. This is more your area of expertise.” Her breaths were coming hard and fast.
I continued moving along her neck and down to her collarbone as I spoke against her skin. “Correct, Tink. Lots of sex.”
She tugged my head up to look at me.
“There are some rules, Bossman.”
Her warm breath tickled my cheek. “Tell me.”
“Well, I’m all about that YOLO life.” She paused when I looked at her with confusion. “You only live once.”
“What the fuck does that even mean? And for the record, I’ve never talked so much before sex.” My tongue trailed down her neck. This was enough talk; it was time to make her feel good.
She tugged my head back up and placed one hand on each side of my face.
“I was saying, I am all about the YOLO life; however… there are still rules.”
“Tell me.” I raised a brow impatiently.
“If we are going to have sex, then we only have sex with one another. And when we’re done, then we can go back to doing whatever we want.”
I thought it over. “I’ve never played by anyone else’s rules, but I haven’t had sex with anyone since the day you strolled into my office and became the biggest pain in the ass I’ve ever met.
Plus, I don’t want you having sex with anyone else right now.
So, this means that your pussy belongs to me for the time being. You’re all mine, Georgia Reynolds.”
“Oooohhh… I like how possessive you are about our fling. That’s a pleasant surprise.”
I growled and gripped her hips, grinding my massive cock against her core as I stood between her thighs.
“Look at me,” I demanded.
Her eyes found mine as her breaths grew louder, and I continued to rock against her as I spoke. “Lots of sex. Only with each other. We keep it a secret. Act professional at the office. And when we’re tired of it, then it ends, and there are no hard feelings. You sure you’re okay with that?”
“Don’t offend me. I usually get bored fairly quickly. I think I can handle a mutual agreement to sleep together until we don’t want to do it anymore. I’m guessing this non-relationship has the lifespan of a yogurt. I give it a week. And then we can go back to being coworkers who annoy one another.”
“No one gets sick of my dick in a week, Tink. You’ll be begging for it the minute you have a taste.”
She sucked in a long breath, and I loved the way she reacted to my filthy mouth. “You talk a big game, Bossman. Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is?”
“How about I put my mouth on your pussy?” I leaned down and chuckled against her ear and nipped at the sensitive skin there.
“You are an overachiever at the dirty talk, aren’t you?” she asked, her words breathy and laced with need as I pushed to tower over her.
“I aim to be the best at whatever I’m doing, Tink.”
“What happens if we do it once and we don’t like it?” she asked. Normally, I would be highly annoyed at all this chatter before we got down to business, but I fucking loved the way she shared every thought that entered her head.
“You are doubting the wrong horse. And by horse, I mean that I’m hung like one. I’ve never left a woman unsatisfied.” I smirked as I reached for the hem of her sweater. She had far too many clothes on.
“So cocky,” she teased.
“I put the cock in cocky, Tink.”
She laughed and sat forward so I could tug the clothing off her.
“Okay, big talker. Let’s see you work your magic.”
I tossed her sweater and her long-sleeved shirt she wore beneath it onto the floor. She wore a peach-colored lacy bra, and my mouth watered at the sight of her.
“Fuck. These tits haunt my dreams.” I reached around her back and unsnapped her bra with one hand, and she fell back onto the bed. I covered her perky tits with my big hands, and they were fucking made for me. A perfect handful.
I grazed my fingers over them, tweaking her hard peaks.
“Really? They aren’t that grand,” she whispered, and I realized in that moment that she was probably talking because she was nervous. No one had ever made her feel good, and I planned to rectify that tonight. I’d make her feel so good she’d never forget it.
“They’re works of fucking art.” My mouth moved to cover one breast, and she gasped.
My hand worked the other one as I licked and sucked as she arched her back and nearly came off the bed.
I moved from one to the next, taking my time, as my hand moved to the band of her bottoms. I slipped beneath the waistband and moved between her thighs, pushing the strap of fabric out of my way and finding her soaked.
Fuck me.
I’d never been so turned on in my life.
“So fucking wet, Tink. This is definitely your thing.” I chuckled against her breast as her fingers tangled in my hair.
I pulled away, removing my hand and my mouth from her body, and the loss of contact bordered on painful. Her gaze searched mine, eyes wild, as she placed a hand on her chest to calm her breathing.
“Too many clothes. I need you naked. I can’t wait any longer.
” I gripped the waistband of her bottoms and tugged them down as my fingers moved along her lean, toned thighs before I tossed them onto the floor.
Peach panties that matched her bra were waiting beneath, and I was not a patient man.
My face came down to rest at the apex of her thighs as I breathed her in.
I moved back and slowly pulled her panties down her thighs, fighting the urge to rip them off her body.
She reached up. “I want you naked, too.”
I tugged my sweater over my head and let it drop in a heap beside her clothing. She pushed up to rest on her elbows and licked her lips as her gaze moved down my chest and abs. “Impressive. Drop the pants, Bossman.”
I studied her, because normally I liked to take control. But it turned me on that she was asking for what she wanted.
I kicked off my shoes before I undid the button and zipper on my jeans and shoved them, along with my briefs, down my legs, kicking them away from me. I stood there looking at her, my cock standing straight up, engorged and eager.
“Wow. You are a chiseled god, Maddox Lancaster.” Her words were breathy, and my cock reacted by puffing himself up even more, if that were possible. I moved between her legs, pushing her back as I stroked her cheek.
“You like what you see, Tink?”
“Yes. How about you?”
“If my dick gets any harder, it’ll explode. You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said, leaning down as my mouth captured hers.
I’d never been one for talk during sex. Or overly telling a woman she was gorgeous. Sure, I’d give an occasional compliment, but I couldn’t say enough to this woman. She was perfect in a way I’d never experienced.
And I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything or anyone.
My tongue moved in and out of her mouth before I nipped at her bottom lip and traveled down her neck, stopping at each of her breasts.
I gave them equal attention as my hand stroked between her legs, and she moaned.
I kissed my way down her flat stomach, pulling back to see chill bumps covering her golden skin.
I teased her, running my hand back and forth and finding her even more soaked now. My finger teased her entrance, pushing in the slightest bit, and I startled at how tight she was. I pulled back before slipping my finger into my mouth, and I groaned.
“So fucking sweet, Tink.”
Her eyes widened, lips parted as she stared at me with surprise. “Thank you.”
Jesus. Had she really never been with a man who wanted her the way that I did?
I smirked. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
She nodded frantically, which made me chuckle. I slowly pulled her to the edge of the bed and pushed her legs farther apart before I dropped to my knees on the floor. I lifted each leg and placed it over my shoulder, looking at her one last time.
“Relax. I’ve got you, okay? This is going to feel really fucking good.”
“Okay.” The word was shaky.
I took my time. My tongue swiped along her folds, teasing and taunting, as she started to writhe. Her fingers yanked at my hair as my mouth found her clit, and I sucked hard, moving my fingers where my tongue had just been.
I stroked her gently at first, waiting for her to find her rhythm.
Her breathing was out of control, and I continued to suck her clit and flick my tongue along the outside as she bucked up against my mouth. I watched her as I slid one finger in, and she tensed at first before relaxing. So fucking tight. I didn’t know how my dick would ever fit.
I moved in and out of her before sliding in a second finger. I could feel her clenching around me.
“Maddox,” she whisper-hissed.
Her body rocked faster and faster. I followed her rhythm, pumping in and out of her, as my tongue and lips found the same rhythm as I teased her clit relentlessly.
The little noises that escaped her sweet mouth had me so hard I could barely see straight.
Her hips bucked faster and faster.
Desperate and needy.
She panted and gasped.
And I felt it before it happened. The way she tightened around my fingers, the way her hands gripped my hair, the sound of her voice crying out my name as she came apart for me. I stayed right there, waiting for her to ride out every last bit of pleasure.
“Oh my gosh,” she said, once her breathing settled. “Wow.”
I pushed up to look at her as her chest continued to rise and fall.
“Have you never come before, Tink?” I asked as I moved onto the bed, pulling her up to settle against my chest.
“I know how to please myself, but you’re the first man to give me an orgasm,” she said, her voice low and sexy.
I wasn’t sure why that made me so fucking happy, but it did.
I wanted to be her first.
I wanted to mark her forever.
Make her mine in every way.
Mine.