23. Madison
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Madison
The gym was nearly empty by the time I finished my last set, which was exactly how I liked it.
Fewer people meant fewer eyes, fewer whispered conversations about the Harrington divorce that stopped the moment I walked past.
I wiped down the bench and grabbed my towel, my muscles aching in that satisfying way that meant I’d pushed hard enough.
The mirror showed me flushed cheeks, damp hair sticking to my neck, my sports bra dark with sweat. I looked like a mess. But I felt better than I had in weeks.
The steam room was calling my name. Twenty minutes in that eucalyptus-scented heat and every knot in my shoulders would melt away.
I pushed through the door to the women’s side and the steam hit me immediately, almost too hot to breathe. The room was empty. Perfect. I dropped my towel on the bench and sat down, leaning my head back against the warm tile, letting my eyes fall closed.
The heat seeped into my bones. My muscles started to unknot. I breathed deep and let my mind go blank, focusing on nothing but the warmth and the quiet and the blessed absence of anyone wanting anything from me.
The door opened.
I sat up fast, pulling my towel across my lap automatically. Through the steam I could make out a figure, tall, broad shoulders, unmistakably male.
Ford.
He stepped into the steam room and let the door swing shut behind him, his eyes finding me immediately through the haze.
“What are you doing?” I scrambled to my feet, clutching my towel. “You can’t be in here. This is the women’s side.”
He didn’t answer. He just stood there looking at me, his eyes traveling down my body slowly, taking in my sports bra and shorts. When his gaze came back up to my face, something dark and hungry was burning in it.
“Ford, I’m serious. You need to leave right now before someone sees you and calls security.”
He still didn’t answer. Instead he reached down and pulled his shirt over his head in one smooth motion, dropping it on the bench by the door.
His chest was bare, damp from the steam already, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from tracing the planes of muscle, the dark hair trailing down toward his waistband.
“What are you doing?” My voice came out higher than I intended.
He hooked his thumbs in his shorts and pushed them down, stepping out of them, leaving him in nothing but his boxer briefs. The outline of him was visible through the thin fabric, already half hard, and my mouth went dry.
He walked toward me, and sat down on the bench right next to me. Close enough that his thigh pressed against mine. I could feel the heat radiating off his skin.
“Ford.” I was trying to sound stern but it came out breathless. “What the hell are you doing here?”
He shrugged, casual as anything, and then his hands found my waist and he lifted me onto his lap like I weighed nothing at all.
I gasped, my hands landing on his shoulders to steady myself, my thighs straddling his hips.
“What do you think, baby?” His voice was low, his hands settling on my hips, holding me in place. “I saw you come in here and thought you could use some company.”
“You can’t just follow me into the steam room and put me on your lap like you own me.”
“I was watching you work out.” His thumbs traced circles on my hip bones through my shorts.
“Couldn’t take my eyes off you. The way you moved, bent over to pick up those weights.
Those tiny little shorts you’re wearing, the way they hug your ass.
” His grip tightened. “I wanted to gouge out the eyes of every man in that gym who was looking at you.”
“Ford.”
“They were all looking at you, Madison. Every single one of them. Watching your ass when you did squats. Staring at your tits when you stretched. And I was standing there thinking about how that body is mine. How every inch of you belongs to me.”
“I’m not yours anymore. We’re divorced, remember?”
“Paperwork.” His hands slid up my sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts through my sports bra. “That’s all that is. Just paperwork. Your body knows who it belongs to, even if your head is still catching up.”
“That’s not how divorce works.”
“No?” He cupped my breasts through the damp fabric, squeezing gently, and I bit back a moan. “Then why are you already breathing hard? Why is your heart racing? I can feel it pounding against my palms, baby.”
“Because you won’t stop touching me.”
“Do you want me to stop?” He found my nipples through the fabric and pinched them lightly. “I’ll put my clothes back on and walk out of here and never touch you again.”
I didn’t say the word. I couldn’t.
My body was already responding to him, my nipples hardening under his fingers, heat pooling low in my belly that had nothing to do with the steam.
“That’s what I thought.” He smiled, slow and satisfied, and his hands went to the bottom of my sports bra. “Lift your arms.”
“Someone could walk in.”
“Lift your arms, Madison.”
I lifted my arms. He peeled the sports bra up and over my head, dropping it on the bench beside us, and then I was bare from the waist up, my breasts exposed in the humid air.
He stared at them like he was seeing them for the first time, his eyes dark with want.
“God, these are so fucking gorgeous.” He cupped them in his palms, feeling their weight, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. “Perfect. They fit so well in my hands, baby.”
“Ford.” His name came out as a moan as he rolled my nipples between his fingers.
He pinched both nipples at once, harder this time, and I cried out, my hips rolling against him involuntarily.
“That’s it. That’s the sound I want to hear.” He bent his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, and my fingers dug into his shoulders. “Nobody makes sounds like you do, baby. Nobody.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this here.” My voice was shaking. “Someone is going to hear us.”
He pulled back from my breast and looked up at me, his lips wet and swollen. “Don’t worry, darling. Nobody can hear you. Even if they do, they’ll know how good I fuck you.”
He went back to my other nipple, licking around it before sucking it into his mouth. “Now stop worrying and let me make you feel good.”
His hands slid down my stomach to the waistband of my shorts.
He hooked his fingers in the elastic and tugged, and I lifted my hips automatically to let him pull them down.
He worked them off my legs along with my underwear, and then I was completely naked on his lap, my bare skin against the thin fabric of his boxer briefs.
“Jesus Christ.” He leaned back to look at me. “Look at you. So fucking beautiful. I forgot how beautiful you are like this.”
“You didn’t forget.”
“No.” His hand slid between my thighs, cupping me, and I gasped at the contact. “I didn’t forget. I remember every single inch of you. I remember what you like, what you need, what makes you scream.”
His fingers parted me, sliding through my folds, and he groaned at what he found.
“Fuck, Madison. I’ve barely touched you.”
“I’ve been thinking about this.” The confession slipped out before I could stop it. “Every night since the wedding. Thinking about you touching me again.”
“Yeah?” He circled my clit with one finger, light and teasing. “What exactly were you thinking about?”
“This. Your hands on me. Your mouth.” I rocked my hips against his hand, chasing more pressure. “I tried not to think about it but I couldn’t stop.”
“This pussy knows who it belongs to.” He slid two fingers inside me and I moaned. “Feel how she’s gripping my fingers? She missed me. She’s been waiting for me to come back to her.”
“Ford, please.”
“Please what?” He curled his fingers, finding that spot inside me that made my vision blur. “Tell me what you want, baby. I’ll give you anything.”
“More. I need more.”
He pulled his fingers out and I whimpered at the loss. But then he was lifting me, shifting me, laying me back on the warm bench. He knelt between my spread thighs and looked down at me, his eyes roaming over my naked body laid out for him.
“I’m going to taste you now.” His voice was rough. “And I want you to come on my tongue.”
“Yes. Please, yes.”
He lowered his head between my thighs and licked a long, slow stripe from my entrance to my clit. I cried out, my hips bucking off the bench, and he pressed a hand to my stomach to hold me down.
“Easy, baby. I’ve got you. I’m going to take my time with this.”
He wasn’t lying. He licked me slowly, thoroughly, like he was savoring every drop. My hands found his hair and gripped hard, holding him against me.
“Ford. Oh god, Ford.”
“That’s it. Say my name. Let me hear you.” He sucked my clit into his mouth and pushed two fingers inside me at the same time.
I screamed. I couldn’t help it. The dual sensation was too much, too good, and I was already so wound up from weeks of wanting him. He fucked me with his fingers while his mouth worked my clit, and I could feel the orgasm building fast, too fast.
“I’m close.” I was panting, writhing against the bench. “I’m so close, don’t stop.”
“Don’t stop what? Tell me exactly what you need.”
“Your tongue. Your fingers. All of it. Please, Ford, I need to come.”
He curled his fingers and sucked hard on my clit and I exploded on his tongue.
“That’s one.” He looked up at me from between my legs, his chin wet with me. “I want at least one more before I’m inside you.”
“No.” I sat up and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him up toward me. “I can’t wait anymore. I need you inside me now.”
I reached for his boxer briefs and shoved them down, freeing his cock. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking once, twice.
“Sit down,” I told him.
He sat back on the bench and I climbed onto his lap, straddling him. I positioned him at my entrance and sank down without waiting, taking him all in one smooth motion.
We both moaned at the sensation. His hands gripped my hips as I started to move, lifting myself up and sinking back down.
“Fuck.” His head fell back against the tile.
“Touch me.” I grabbed his hands and brought them to my breasts.
He didn’t need to be told twice. His hands cupped my breasts, squeezing, his thumbs finding my nipples and rolling them while I rode him.
“This pussy missed my cock, didn’t she?” He pinched my nipples and I cried out. “She’s gripping me so tight. She doesn’t want to let go.”
I was riding him faster now, chasing my release. “She’s been so empty without you. Aching for you.”
I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. But I was fucking horny.
“She’s going to get everything she needs now. I’m going to fill her up so good she forgets anyone else ever existed.”
“There wasn’t anyone else.” The words came out before I could stop them. “Since you, there hasn’t been anyone else.”
He went still beneath me, his hands tightening on my breasts. “What?”
“No one else. I couldn’t.” I kept moving, kept riding him, but my eyes were locked on his. “My body didn’t want anyone else. She only wanted you.”
“Jesus, Madison.” His voice cracked. “Do you know what that does to me? Knowing this pussy has only had me? That she’s been waiting for me all this time?”
“Show me what it does to you.” I rolled my hips. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
Something snapped in him. His hands dropped to my hips, gripping bruisingly hard, and he started thrusting up into me, meeting every downward roll of my hips with a hard upward stroke.
His mouth found my nipple, sucking hard while he fucked me, and the angle was perfect, hitting that spot inside me that made sparks fly behind my eyes.
“Someone could come in.” I was gasping, barely able to form words. “What if someone walks in and sees us?”
“Let them.” He thrust harder, faster, switching to my other nipple. “Let them see how you like to be fucked, baby. Let them see how good I give it to you.”
“Ford!”
“That’s right. Scream my name. Let everyone in this building know who’s making you come.”
He reached between us and found my clit, rubbing in fast circles while he fucked me, his mouth still working my nipple.
“I’m going to come.” I was bouncing on his cock now, chasing my release. “I’m going to come on your cock.”
“Do it. Come for me. I want to feel this pussy squeeze me while you fall apart.”
I came harder than I ever had in my life.
My whole body clenched around him, my vision going white, a scream tearing from my throat that probably could be heard three rooms away. He kept fucking me through it, drawing out my orgasm until I was shaking and sobbing.
“That’s it, baby. That’s so good.” His rhythm was getting ragged. “I’m close. Where do you want me?”
“Inside me.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
“Fuck.” He thrust up once, twice, and then he buried himself as deep as he could go and I felt him pulse inside me, filling me with warmth. He groaned my name into my neck, his whole body shuddering.
Then he whispered, “By the way, I paid the security guard for the hour. This whole room is ours.”
I stared at him. “You paid off security?”
“I saw you come in here and I knew I had to have you. So I made sure we wouldn’t be interrupted.”
“You’re fucking nuts,” I said, and I couldn’t stop laughing.
We stayed like that for a long time, wrapped around each other, his cock softening inside me. The steam swirled around us. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my teeth.
“Hey.” His voice was soft against my ear. “You still with me?”
“I’m here.” I lifted my head from his shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“You usually run after.” He was watching my face carefully. “You usually put your walls back up and pretend nothing happened.”
“I know.” I traced a finger along his jaw, feeling the stubble there. “I’m tired of running.”
“What does that mean?”
“I’m not saying I trust you yet.” I held his gaze. “I’m not ready to say that. But I want to. That’s more than I’ve had in a long time.”
He pulled me closer, pressing his forehead against mine.
“I’ll take it.” His voice was rough. “I’ll spend every day proving that you can trust me. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“I’m not.” He pulled back to look at me. “I’ve made that mistake before. Too many times. I’m not going to make it again. Whatever I say to you from now on, I mean it. Every word.”
I leaned forward and kissed him.
We stayed in the steam room until the heat became too much. He helped me find my clothes, kissing my shoulder as he handed me my sports bra, steadying my hips as I stepped back into my shorts.
At the door, I stopped and looked back at him. “Same time tomorrow?”
He laughed. “I’ll be here.”
I walked out of the steam room on unsteady legs, my body still humming with aftershocks.