“Oh for fuck’s sake, Aarons, would it be the end of the world if I knew you had feelings for me?” she lips.
It really would be because Madeline Finch doesn’t show mercy.
With a slow tease of her fingers, Maddie undoes the first few buttons on her flannel, climbing onto the bed and exposing her black lace thong underneath. All the self-preservation safeguards I’ve built around my heart to keep this damn woman out go up in flames at that moment until they’re nothing more than a mound of ashes, leaving my beating heart exposed for the taking.
“You know, you can be rewarded too.” She beckons with a crook of her finger, a little smirk I haven’t seen in a while on her face like she knows she has me.
Like she knows she’s always been my kryptonite, even when I’ve hated her guts, and she’s proving to be the death of me yet again.
“So needy, all the time.” I tsk, climbing over her. I won’t give her the upper hand. I can’t.
“You look pretty needy yourself.” She nods to my pants, and damn it. I’m betrayed by one of the chief romance gods—grey sweatpants.
“It’s cute you’re concerned about me.”
“It’s cute you’re about to not have balls.” She smiles sweetly.
“That mouth, my goodness. I may have to teach you some manners.”
“I look forward to being punished.”
She sprawls out on the bed, looking like sin herself incarnate, and I take a second to steady myself. “You okay there, Aarons? You don’t look so sure of yourself for someone who’s supposed to know what he’s doing. Maybe that dream set you up for failure.”
Ah. A wide, wicked grin rakes across my face as I ready the ammunition I’ve wanted to shout at her since she marched into the gym. I’m glad I saved it because I need it to right the power dynamic.
“You know, funny story, Madeline Finch. I haven’t used my hour yet.”
Madeline’s eyes widen in horror. “Wh—what?”
“So you.” I boop her nose with my finger. “Had a wet dream about me on your own, sweetheart.”
They’re frustrating, aren’t they?
“But you—” She squirms underneath me, the cogs in her head whirring like they’re ready to explode. Heat grows on her cheeks, staining them a deep crimson red.
Hell, she’s beautiful.
“And masturbated while thinking about me.”
“No—I—you said—“
“And then texted me about it.”
“But you apologized for it.”
“Didn’t correct you.” I smile. “Was thinking about using it now. Make sure you have the best, soul-crushing, ecstasy-inducing sex of your life. But figured I could do that on my own just fine.” I trail a finger up under her flannel, feeling her soft skin and relishing the goosebumps that pebble her arms with my touch. She’s becoming an addiction.
I need to guard against this better. We aren’t here for much longer, so I’m sure Connor will be swooping in and taking her from me any day now.
“Mmpphfkkk,” she mutters, her eyes closed. “Fuck me.”
“Mmmphfkkk fuck. We can work with that.”
“Seth—“
“Tell me what you want, Maddie. Whatever it is, I’ll do it,” I murmur against her skin.
“I want you.”
