Chapter 20 #2
We hold each other for a minute, and I never want to leave his arms. “So, does all this cuddling mean you’re still my girlfriend?” he asks, his tone cheeky but mildly unsure.
“Yes. No use trying to get rid of me now.” I squeeze my arms around his waist.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs. “Now we better eat our soup before it gets cold. Or I might just decide to eat you instead. Your soup is fucking delicious.”
“Maddox.” I swat him playfully on the chest, squealing with shock, mock outrage and a whole lot of happiness. “We’re in my office.”
“So?” He winks, looking sexier than any man has ever done in the history of mankind. “I plan on doing a lot of filthy things to you in this office, baby.”
My insides turn to jelly. “Such as? I need specifics.”
He runs his nose over my hair, inhaling deeply, like he’s trying to drink me in. “Such as eating your perfect pussy while you’re lying on your desk. Or maybe I’ll kneel at your feet and do it while you’re on a work call.”
Oh, daddy. Yes, please. I’m already tingling at the very thought. “And?”
“Definitely going to bend you over your desk and fuck you, real hard. I mean, I believe that’s the standard for office sex,” he growls.
“Standard doesn’t really seem like your vibe though,” I tease. I’m playing hard to get, of course. I’d let him bend me over this desk right now.
He nips playfully at my jaw. “Oh, you want me to be a little more creative, Ellie? Okay. How about I pin you up against that big window there and fuck you from behind while the city carries on around us? Press you up against that glass and make you scream?”
The image alone has me aching and needy. The intense look in his eyes isn’t helping me stay upright, either. “I’m not sure your brothers would approve of us doing that.”
“My brothers wouldn’t give a flying fuck. Besides, nobody would know. The windows on this floor are one way glass, Ellie. You can’t see in from the outside.”
“I did not know that. But what if people heard us?”
He squeezes my ass and gives me a look that makes me clench inside. “I’d find some way to keep you quiet, baby. Some way you’d enjoy.”
I shiver, already imagining the ways that Maddox could keep me quiet, and every single one of them makes my toes curl. I want to try every single bad thing in the known world of sex with this man. No taboos, no holds barred. Everything.
He grins like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. “There she is. My dirty little Goddess. Now, soup.”
I stare at him in confusion for a moment.
Oh, right. Soup. I watch him, transfixed as he sets my desk for our lunch.
He really does light up when food is involved.
The look of busy contentment on his face is frankly adorable.
By the time he’s finished, there is an absolute feast laid out for me.
The soup is homemade curried lamb with rice and beans, more like a stew.
He serves it with home-baked bread rolls and, he tells me, handmade black pepper butter.
Yes, he made his own butter. Who even does that? My man does, I guess.
The smell alone has my mouth watering and my stomach growling.
His face is beaming as he takes a seat opposite, watching as I take my first spoonful, blowing on the piping hot liquid first. And holy mother of all the goddesses, it is divine—an explosion of flavor and color.
Can a person even taste color? I would have said no before, but this is all warm oranges and deep rustic browns.
Rich, tangy tomato coats my tongue before the heat of the spice bites.
I swallow the curried lamb and actually moan. “Maddox, this is delicious.”
His beaming smile grows even wider. “You like it?”
“Love it.”
“Good.” He nods. “Food is my love language. Talking about it. Making it. Eating it. Especially eating.”
The way he says eating, like he’s no longer talking about actual food, has my cheeks flushing pink. “You are an exceptional eater.”
He arches an eyebrow. “Well, your soup is the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted in my whole fucking life, El.”
The heat from my cheeks races down my neck. “Will you please stop calling it that?” I whisper.
He leans forward. “If that’s what you want, baby. Your arousal fluid is the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted in my life.”
“Maddox,” I snort a laugh. “That sounds even worse.”
He smirks, eyes twinkling with amusement. I feel so joyous that we’re relaxed around each other again, laughing like we always have. “That’s technically what it is though. Or I could just call it your cum.”
“Or we could just eat lunch and not talk about it at all.”
He hums, pondering that suggestion. “I guess I can live with that. For now.” He leans even closer, biting down on his lush bottom lip. “But just so you know, I will be spending a lot of time in our immediate future making you come and then enjoying the fruits of my labors, baby.”
Oh, I do hope so.
He picks up a piece of bread and tears off a chunk with his teeth.
Even watching him eat is so sexy it seems to make my lady parts purr.
I could spend all day looking at Maddox James, and the feeling seems to be mutual.
Lunch is usually a brown bag or a granola bar and fruit on the run.
This is a whole different experience, and I feel completely comfortable enjoying the food that he’s prepared for me.
“Are you busy today?” he asks as we finish up.
“Sadly yes. I have meetings about the new app, a few ideas to run by Mason and Elijah. And we’re doing a little ceremony this afternoon, rewarding staff who came up with new ideas for our Go Greener campaign.”
“You mean your campaign Ellie. I know my brothers have bought into it, and you’ve definitely opened their eyes to a lot of things. It’s all down to you. What new ideas have been proposed?”
I tell him about some of them—a book swap system, a subsidized scheme to purchase bicycles, waste food collection in all the staff kitchens, and a great idea to fund Jamestech-branded reusable bamboo cups for takeout coffees and juices.
He follows along, adding in his own ideas.
I know he has similar views to me. It’s something we’ve always bonded over.
“Sounds like you have a full day. But can I see you later? There’s a place I’d like to take you.”
“Okay. Is it fancy? How will I need to dress?”
“However you like. I’ll be in sweats and a T-shirt.”
“What? So no high heels or pearls?” I tease him.
“Not tonight, baby, but I’ll give them a go if that’s what gets you fired up.”
I laugh at the image, and he gives me one last lingering kiss before he leaves.
I think I might have to invest in some heavier shoes, because if I keep feeling like this, I’m going to start floating through my days.