Maddox: Easy access. I like it.
Eve: But you're not here.
Maddox: I can't be.
Eve: I know.
It was kind of hot having this conversation about what I was wearing. It built anticipation for next time.
Maddox: Dream of me.
I wanted to.
Tomorrow, I needed to be on my A-game. I had to plan the parade with Natasha and ensure that everything went off without a hitch.
I couldn't be distracted, thinking about how hot the sex was and how much I wanted to go for another ride on Maddox's dick.
So I turned my phone on silent and flipped it over on my nightstand. I wouldn't text him all night or run through what just happened in my head.
I couldn't resist reliving the hottest sexual experience of my life. One time would never be enough. He'd sparked something inside me that wouldn't be easily smothered.
It figured a firefighter would be steaming hot. I just hoped I'd be able to handle this arrangement without losing my heart.
At the end of the day, he was a widower and a single dad. He didn't want a relationship. He might still be hung up on his dead wife. And even if he wasn't, he had Sofia to consider. There was no way she'd be open to another woman taking the place of her mother.
The next morning, I woke up with a jolt to my phone alarm. I turned it off, texting Natasha to get up. After she responded that she was awake, I forced myself to get out of bed and into the shower. Today was planning day, and I shouldn't be thinking about anything else.
In the shower, my mind wandered to what had happened last night. It had a dreamlike quality to it because it was in the middle of the night. I couldn't believe that I'd driven over there to have sex with him.
What did that say about me? That I was a woman who went after what she wanted? My body hummed with desire. I wanted to take care of the ache, but I didn't have time today.
I needed to focus on the parade and everything that had to be done. Natasha was counting on me.
We were supposed to meet in her office at the inn, so I dressed for work and grabbed coffee and Danish at Coffee Dreams before heading over.
We were in for a long day, so I set everything on the desk and opened my tablet, waiting for Natasha to come down. I didn't want to think about whether she was in her room with Ford.
I wasn't sure it was a good idea for her to hook up with her ex, but I didn't have any room to judge. I'd had sex with someone I wasn't even dating. At the moment, I was not the poster child for mature relationships.
When Natasha arrived, we got to work, hashing out the details of how everything would go. I'd created a list of plans for parking, parade order, the stands, and even the competition at the grandstand. I paid extra attention to the ease of visitors and shoppers throughout the area for the entire day.
I didn't want people to feel like they couldn't slip into a shop or grab a drink or something to eat. It was all about showcasing the town, not necessarily the parade. The parade was something fun, icing on the cake, but it wasn't the thing I wanted visitors to focus on.
"I placed the fire trucks toward the beginning of the parade in case they get a call," I said by way of explanation.
"That makes sense," Natasha said.
We were just going through the list a second time when Ford popped his head inside the door.
Natasha smiled at him. "Where are you going?"
He must have stayed overnight.
"I thought I'd tile my bathroom today."
"That sounds nice," Natasha said.
Ford straightened. "Let me know if you need any help."
