Bringing the drink to his lips, he gulps the rest of it down and sets it on a nearby table. He places his hand on the small of the blonde woman’s back, guiding her to the dance floor.
Maddox draws her close to him, their hips swirling together rhythmically.
The blonde bends over, nearly flashing everyone as she moves her ass against Maddox.
Flames of anger lick through me seeing them dance together. Unable to watch them for another second, I excuse myself and go to the restroom.
My mind starts to race as I stare back at my reflection in the mirror.
I keep telling myself that I don’t have feelings for Maddox—but if I don’t, then why the hell am I so jealous of the blonde getting his attention? I’m sure it’s just a normal reaction toseeing your ex with another woman. Anyone else would have acted the same way I did, right? There’s no way I could have any romantic feelings for him. Not again.
Although I did wear this dress because I knew he would be here. And I knew it would make him want me.
But that’s also normal, isn’t it? A lot of girls try to look their best when they know they’ll be seeing their ex. That doesn’t mean they still want them.
But I do want him.
The restroom door swings open and pulls me out of my thoughts. In steps Maddox, wearing that irresistible dimpled smile.
“So you started something you couldn’t finish, huh, Monroe?” He leans against the wall, amusement flickering across his face.
“Did you seriously follow me in here?” I shoot him a glare.
A laugh bubbles from his lips. “You’re in the men’s restroom.”
I spin around, spotting the urinals lined up in the back. I guess I was so angry that I didn’t even notice.
“You should pay more attention next time,” he says, stepping closer to me. “What if some creep had walked in here instead of me?”
“I’m perfectly capable of handling myself. I’m not some damsel in distress,” I snap, folding my arms over my chest. “You can go back out there and dance with that girl. I didn’t think blondes were your type.”
“They’re not.” He laughs.
Then Maddox’s strong arms spin me around, pushing me against the counter. I can feel him growing hard against me, and the contour of his sculpted abs.
“I like seeing you get jealous, Monroe.” His eyes darken as he licks his lips.
“I’m not jealous.”
“I know you’re lying,” he whispers, his voice low and seductive. “I know you better than anyone.” His hands move down my waist, and my breathing becomes erratic as he drags them lower. “I knowthis bodybetter than anyone else.”
He cups my ass and a moan to slips out of me.
“You’re wasting your time with Lucas,” he whispers, brushing his lips against my ear.
“What makes you say that?” I ask, my defenses starting to crumble.
Grabbing my chin, he forces me to look at him. “Because the whole time you’re with him, you’ll wish you were with me instead. He’ll never be able to give you what you want or make your body feel as good as I do.”
“You’re so arrogant,” I whisper, even though he’s not wrong. The other men I’ve been with could never pleasure me like he could. Not one of them could ever care the way he does—or reach the parts of me only Maddox seems able to.
It’s safe to say Maddox Kamado has ruined me for other men. Not that I wouldeveradmit that to him, though.
“Perhaps I am. But I’m only speaking the truth.” He presses his lips on my neck, lightly sucking on it. “No one else can pleasure you like I can.” He peppers kisses on my collarbone and across the tops of my breasts. Lifting my chin, he leans into me. “You’re mine, Annalise.”
Our lips are mere inches from each other. Unable to resist him any longer, I close my eyes, desperate to get a taste.
Then the restroom door swings open. Andrés and his wife barge through, killing the moment. Thankfully, they’re too busy making out and groping each other to notice us.
